Melissa Barrera Hot Novels & Stories

Maybe I really was a wallflower. “We should head out soon. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” That was a total lie, and Melissa knew it. “You don’t have the kid tonight, no bodies to deal with, and no other obligations. You’re staying a bit longer, or I’ll delete your number.” “Tempting offer.” “Brat.” “Bitch.” We laughed together, but it didn’t change how uncomfortable I felt. Melissa bumped me with her shoulder. “Don’t look now, but there’s a hot guy at the end of the bar staring at you.”

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

She asked excitedly. "Yeah," I said. I opened my arms preparing for the attacking bear hug that was coming. Although Melissa is small, she isn't skinny nor fat, she is what you consider as thick. Her skin is tan, her hair is curly dark blond and is long-reaching her half her shoulders and finally her big brown eyes. She is gorgeous and a fun girl to hang out with; the bad part about her is she is kinda annoying when she wants to and a little bipolar; but hey, which girl doesn't have her annoying and bipolar personality traits.

I stared at her, still processing what had just happened. “You… you just…” “Took down a bully? Yeah.” She handed me my sketchbook and the torn pieces. “I’ve dealt with enough assholes in my life to spot one from a mile away. I’m Melissa, by the way. Melissa Hayes Spenser.” “Aria,” I managed. “Aria Martinez.” “Nice to meet you, Aria Martinez.” Melissa sat down beside me on the bench. “Your art is beautiful, by the way. That girl was full of shit.”

*** As soon as the door in Tyler’s office swayed open, a tear escaped from me as Melissa gently ran and gave me the tightest hug a woman has ever given to me. Even my ‘sister’ and ‘mother’ never gave me a hug. Cara was the only female who hugged me every time we both watched a horror movie. “You look dashing.” Melissa pinched my nose as her palms traveled across my lavender pearl dress, where the gap between my breasts are widely open, giving every man a nice view of my cleavage. Even the cheeks of Nicole’s husband warmed upon seeing me back at the lobby. “If I look dashing, how much more you in that royal blue dress?! You look like the late Princess Diana!” A smile blossomed in the face of

she snapped back, her hands clenching at her sides. Melissa laughed mockingly. "Please, you think you can compare to me? Master Armando likes his women with curves, not like a straight, boring road." Leonor's anger boiled over, and she stepped closer to Melissa, her eyes flashing. "You know what? You're pathetic. Body-shaming me won't make you any prettier on the inside, where you're clearly just ugly and bitter." Melissa's eyes turned into slits, her glare filled with pure hate. "You do not want to mess with me, little bitch," she hissed, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned white.

Melissa giggled, she walked close to him as she began to rub herself on him, she pulled away before he could get home from her. "I'm not a hoe, dick head," she said through clenched teeth as she walked back to the pole "I am a dancer". Just as she had practice, she let her body go wide, feeding on each fantasy the pole explore in her. She thinks she is yet to find out why she gets horny each time she sees Williams and dancing with the pole. " I will pay you more, Mel". He groaned. Melissa smiled, with her legs wide open, she rub her index finger on her clit, rolling as the pole would lead her.

melissa lies "spare me the lies, you had a quick bath by 4pm?" "yes ma'am" "and what reason might that be?" "it was a little hot" "hot? in winter? everywhere is covered in snow and fog but does melissa feel hot?" "yes ma'am" adrianna scans melissa thoroughly, "are you hiding anything from me?"

Melissa, on the other hand, remains eerily composed, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. Unbeknownst to Terry, she had been meticulously planning this encounter, and now her scheme had come to fruition. As Melissa's mind drifts into a flashback, she recalls the conversation she had with Miranda, their heads bent together in secrecy. It was during this exchange that Melissa learned about the upcoming party Terry was hosting, an event she had no desire to attend. Miranda, a mastermind in orchestrating manipulative scenarios, outlined a plan for Melissa to follow.

"Good morning to everyone who is watching Bart TV today. To our 20 million new subscribers, welcome to Bart TV. Today, as I go on with my day at the office, I received a visitor. Another brave young woman finally had the courage to tell her story because of Bart TV. Her name is Melissa Vanders. Melissa, can you tell us how you met Salazar Simmons?" Melissa gulped and wiped the tears that already started to fall from her eyes. "I was in-i was in high school when I met him. My mom just passed away." Melissa heaved out a loud sigh, Bart and Neil can see how hard it was for her. "I needed to support myself. He offered me to be his subject, the Smile Beneath The Darkness. After our session, I tho