Maya X Claudine Novels & Stories

I said. Madelaine shrugged and headed towards the cliff, taking off her clothes. I watched sinfully, with lust crawling its way up my spine into my head. She peeled off her clothes to reveal a dark green bikini that had one large pink flower over the breasts and the piece of cloth over her pussy. She turned around, her heart-round ass exposed to me, skin pale and smooth. She’s what I think about when I hear the word beautiful now. “Here,” she passed me her glasses and then untied her bun.

With zero options left, I marched straight down the hallway to Luisa’s suite. I needed to dial my number and pray he picked up. "Oh, good morning, Maya!" Luisa chirped the second she swung the door open. "How was your night? Spicy?" She was already fully glammed up, wearing a gorgeous, breezy summer dress with flawless makeup. "Are you going somewhere?" I asked. "Yup! I'm meeting up with my cousin, remember? Benedict? The one who had that massive crush on you back in college?" "Oh, right. He lives out here now," I murmured, pressing two fingers to my throbbing temple.

It was a place designed for quiet business and cigars, but tonight, the air was poisoned by a familiar, superficial chatter that Xavier was finding harder to stomach by the second. "Honestly, Xavier, you’ve been acting like a ghost all week," Maya said, swirling her glass of white wine, her diamond bracelets clinking like cheap wind chimes. She leaned back against the plush leather, her eyes sharp with calculating curiosity. "Camila is absolutely miserable. She won't even show her face at the club. You can't let a minor disagreement over some... nobody on the terrace ruin what your families have spent decades building."

Celine went into the kitchen before Mandy would refuse, and Mandy looked at me, asking, "Jace, I don't want you and your wife to have any issues because of me." "Do not worry. Clara is very understanding," I told Mandy, knowing that Celine doesn't really have feelings for me, so there was no way she would be mad at me for sending her on an errand. "What if she got angry?" Mandy asked, and I smiled. "Clara doesn't get angry. I have my ways to pleasure her." Mandy's face flushed, and likewise Celine, who got out of the kitchen and heard our conversation.

asks Gabin. "Let's just say, the only rule to those parties were you had to wear heels" says the maid and continues "Only heels" Falvio and Gabin share a look and both look back at the maid and say "tell us more"

“The teacher is right there,” Sara whispered urgently. “Do you want to get us in trouble?” Maya’s expression shifted from confusion to sudden understanding. Slowly, she nodded. Then Maya turned back to Claire, her voice sharp and dismissive. “It’s over. Get out.” Claire didn’t look up. She walked away heavily, tears streaming down her face, each step slower than the last. Anger burned inside Sara’s chest. She couldn’t believe anyone could treat another person that way. Her hands curled into fists beneath the table, but she knew she had no power here not yet.

Dante scurried out of there faster than he chased a ball on court. “I’d love to stay and find out how this will end but I just started getting used to being around Tony and can I just say, he’s beginning to grow on me.” It was left with Claire, Crystal and I on the floor. People might not like Claire for her tendency to be overdramatic and over involved in other people’s lives, but it was for this very reason I found myself thanking the stars that she was my friend and I had met her before this winter formal. She stood her ground there, refusing to move, making Crystal obviously uncomfortable and unable to do whatever she had planned to do the moment she saw me come in.

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

Claire punched the code into the service elevator keypad. The silver doors slid open. Maya was standing there, practically sweating through her sweater, holding the handles of three massive, heavy suitcases. When she saw the towering, imposing figure of the billionaire CEO standing next to Claire, her eyes went wide with pure terror. "Mr. Kingston!" Maya squeaked, instantly standing up perfectly straight. "You're... awake! And alive! Wow, great to see you." "Maya," Raphael nodded politely. "Thank you for bringing my wife's... late-night shopping haul."