Matt Baker Vanessa Bulls Novels & Stories

Serena’s POV. “Mate!” I recoiled, horror etched on my face. “No... no... no!” I protested, backing away as if I could escape the truth. This had to be some kind of mistake. The moon goddess couldn’t be serious. Me, mate with Ross? After everything he’d done to me? I glared at Ross, his mouth agape in shock. “What’s going on?” he asked, confusion written all over his face. I shook my head, still trying to wrap my mind around this revelation. I turned to flee, but Ross caught my hands, holding me in place.

Then past me. To Alex. “Zan-Zan,” she called brightly. “I didn't know you'd be out here.” Alex went still beside me. Really still, liks his body had forgotten how to move. She walked toward us slowly. Beautiful people always moved like they had extra time. “Vanessa,” he said quietly. “I didn't know you were…in town.” He breathed. “Surprise.” She pulled off her sunglasses, revealing eyes the exact same blue as Dominic's. “I'm on the facilitators team, that means for the next 48 hours we'll be working together to make sure this event is a success.”

Richard was easy to work with. ****** Rayvan's POV Today, our basketball team was playing against Ravenshade University. Since I was still under suspension, I wasn’t on the court. Just a benched player, watching from the sidelines. The cheerleaders were getting ready. Most guys drooled over them—they were the so-called “ideal” girls every guy wanted. But not the P-Boys. Our standards were higher. Pretty faces weren’t enough. A girl needed presence, uniqueness, strength. Something... more.

Bryan says as we stop near my locker, lowering his voice slightly like he’s about to reveal classified information, “Derek has been staring at me like he wants to legally challenge my existence.” I freeze for exactly half a second before refusing to react. “I’m sure you’re imagining things.” “I’m absolutely not,” Bryan replies immediately. “The guy looked at me during practice like I stole his inheritance.” That… unfortunately sounds believable. Before I can respond, a familiar voice slices through the hallway. “Well, this is embarrassing.” Vanessa Blake. Of course. Because apparently peace has a personal vendetta against me. She approaches with that polished confidence she wears like design

I watched as she said goodbye, and returned to my new hiding place. “What did you say?!” I demanded. “I just asked what had happened to Phyliss and what his name is.” My eyes widened as I waited for her to tell me more. But she didn’t. Clearly enjoying my frustration? “Well?” I snapped. Vanessa began to chuckle. “He said that Phyliss has gone part time, and that’s why he’s here. Oh, and his name is Matt.” I sighed dreamily. Matt. Wow. What a shame I would never have the confidence to speak to him.

Vanessa’s client would be arriving soon and she was excited for the family to meet the woman that she knew would somehow break the barriers of the older Hunter brother, she could not pinpoint how she knew, it was an instinctual feeling on her part. In addition, even if things didn’t work out with Cade, Vanessa had over the past two weeks gotten to know her client over the course of their acquaintance and she had liked the woman on the spot, they had become instant friends and Vanessa was sure that everyone would love her. Matt gave his wife a kiss, “Right…let us get this show on the road.” He teased, tapping her on her butt, then giving her a wink, as he made his way to his office, whistling

They started bickering and exchanging slick comments. I got my books out of my locker and slammed it so loud, it made them shut their mouths and turn to me. I showed them my brightest fake smile, "As much as I'd love to be in the middle of whatever this is, I've got to get going." I started walking away, "Thanks for the invite though Emma." "You're welcome, and it's Eva." she yelled after me. **

He pushed it open and stepped inside. The air in the room was thick with perfume and alcohol. Vanessa was lounging on a velvet couch, a sly smile on her face. “Well, well,” she said, crossing her legs. “Of course it’s Killian Black. Your dog ruined my fun.” She gestured toward Mateo, who stood in the corner holding a gun. On the floor, another man lay trembling, clearly dragged out of her bed moments ago. Killian didn’t need details. He understood immediately. Vanessa had been entertaining herself, and Mateo had interrupted.

Manager Caleb trembled and dropped to his knees. Plop! “Madam Van-” “Silence!” she rebuked him ruthlessly. Butler Bass stood behind her, “Bass, is there anything you want to say?” she inquired. Butler Bass lowered his head and whispered some words to her, “you may leave” Madam Vanessa said coldly. Manager Caleb sprang to his feet, with a relief registered on his face, he scurried towards the door like he has been given an amnesty.