Mal Malloy Nude Novels & Stories

m. I've never felt so relieved before. I turned towards Xander, handing him the plate. Xander watched me bored, taking the plate. "Gotta go!" I chimed, walking towards the door. I slipped on my cream stilettos, pulling the door open. Marlon stood behind it, fully clothed in black. My favourite colour! His dark jeans, plain shirt and bomber jacket sent off a fabric softener aroma on top of his usual jasmine scent. His smile playing on his lips was stunning, contagious enough to make mine form into a similar curve.

Selene looked on her right to see two ladies glaring at her. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She immediately stepped back and followed where the two were looking. At the end corner of the resto sits a stunning man wearing black polo with the sleeves folded over his elbows reading a book, From Here to Eternity. Selene’s gaze went back to the two ladies that were now taking pictures of the man. She just let them do their business and went back to the counter. “Mr. Morgan wants to have a talk about the garbage left on his backyard the other day, he seems really upset,” Lora, her co-worker told her.

The woman impatiently pointed at Stella and exclaimed, "Where did you come from, brat? Scram!" "Felicity booked the entirety of Moonrise Bay today for a party. You should leave now if you know what's good for you. Don't dirty our space!" a tall and thin woman said arrogantly. Felicity? Felicity Portman? I knew that name. She was a microcelebrity who was signed to my husband, Micah Morrison's, entertainment company. They were heavily promoting her recently. She had become popular because of a web drama, but at the same time, her attitude had also become insufferable.

I asked in a low devious voice. Mali didn't respond but instead gestured for me to enter the tub. I slid the robe off my shoulders giving her a full frontal view. My big breasts had a slight bounce which briefly captured her attention. This was the first time she'd seen this much of me in the nude and the moment was invigorating and thrilling but also tainted by slight nervousness on my part.

Still, I can’t shake the unease twisting in my gut as I make my way to his room. I put on a light pink hoodie and head to his room down the hallway. My brows furrow when I find the door slightly open. A soft moan escapes from the gap and I freeze at my spot. I quietly look through the gap. My eyes widen. Mallory is on Bronze’s bed in nothing but her bra and underwear. Bronze is right on top of her and their faces are close enough to kiss each other. Feels like time has just stopped. This can’t be true. Bronze wouldn’t cheat me when he promised he would choose me.

Why did Eden have to do this? "Liar." Malakai said. It was cold since it was mid April, Eden couldn't be wearing nothing. "Okay I'm wearing boxers but I'm seriously not wearing anything else." Eden said with a grin. She knew what Malakai was thinking. "Want a picture?" She asked and heard an aggravated sigh on the other side. Since Malakai never spoke, Eden brought her knees to her chest and made a picture and sent it. You could clearly see Eden wearing boxers but nothing else.

Today was a good day to reach out to Waylen again. I had learned that a nude was the fastest way to get a reply from him, so I went into the bathroom to get two pictures of me before texting him. Malik had left for work already. I would join him later. If I got Waylen to meet me, then Malik would be joining us at the venue.

Malachi was not into casual sex and he was sure he’d never be ready for another woman in his life. Malachi woke up the following morning, a dull ache behind his eyes and his throat feeling like sandpaper. He looked at the ceiling of the room and frowned. Where was he and why was he naked? “Morning.” Mia breezed into the room holding two cups of coffee in her hands. “Morning.” Malachi was slightly embarrassed, mainly because he couldn’t remember how he had ended up naked in her bed and also because he didn’t want this. “Last night was amazing.” Mia extended her arm and Malachi took the cup from her. She smiled and sat down on the bed next to him.

‎ ‎Then added softly, ‎ ‎“That might become a problem.” ‎ ‎Across the city, in a dim apartment lit only by a laptop screen, Malia stared at the same gala headlines. ‎ ‎The videos had already spread everywhere. ‎ ‎Her humiliation replayed endlessly across the internet. ‎ ‎Her nails dug into the desk as another article loaded. ‎ ‎Another photo of Melissa standing beside Jayden. ‎ ‎The position she had wanted. ‎ ‎Slowly, she opened a new message window. ‎

He’s definitely not a guard dog. Maleah is lying sideways on the bed, her hair spread across the pillow like a silken cloak. She looks cute, holding another pillow between her arms with the covers strewn carelessly near her feet. What makes my body harden is the sight of her nearly naked body in black lace panties and a black tank top.