Novel & Cerita Melissa Stark Legs

"Fine. Just... finish it." He walked away without looking back, without sparing me any glance. As soon as his footsteps faded, Melissa turned to me. The fake "worried" look was gone. She looked at the blood on the floor, then at the whip in her hand. She walked over to my cell and smiled. "You really thought you could win, didn't you? You really thought you could steal my man from me, huh?" she whispered so only I could hear. "A common girl with a lucky womb."

⚡Chapter 26⚡ Kathryn's POV "How is it going? Do you think you can get him to fall for you?" I asked Melissa over the phone "Who am I? I'm Melissa Eric and once I set my heart to something, I don't stop until I get it done. I might not be a model but guys tend to fall at my feet everytime and Chris isn't any different. He's beginning to fall for my tears and I will have him wrapped around my fingers soon. Don't worry about a single thing and just prepare yourself" she said

Willow Mel, looking as gorgeous as ever, was dressed in a tight red number with mile-high Louboutin's, and she had her blonde hair straightened. If you looked up the word ‘bombshell’ in the dictionary, I’m sure Melissa’s picture would be there. “Mr Grayson,” I say, still feeling formal when I see him, and he chuckles. “Please, we're off the clock. Call me Reid.” He says. “I hope you don't mind me being here. Melissa has just helped me put out wildfires, so I want to thank her with a drink.” He finishes then calls a bartender over.

“I won’t let this happen.” The assistant stood awkwardly by, unsure of what to say. Melissa’s eyes darkened with anger as she made a silent vow. Michael and Kaitlyn may think they can control everything, but they’re wrong. I’m not going to sit back and let them destroy my life. They’ll pay for this; both of them. Without another word, Melissa stormed out of the dressing room, her mind already formulating a plan, leaving the assistant behind, speechless and unsure of what her boss was about to do next.

Melissa beamed brightly, but I felt that she was a devil in disguise. "A mentally ill mistress accidentally falls from the stairs and dies from a miscarriage. What do you think about it," Melissa whispered in my ear. Although her voice was soft, it sent chills down my spine as I looked at her in horror. Fear drove me to escape, but there was nowhere to go. All I could do was hide in the corner. At that moment, Melissa picked up a mop from a filthy bucket and said, "People as dirty as you should belong with the trash." She sneered and swung the mop handle at my stomach without any warning.

I had the brutal glance of someone who was ready to kill. I was ready to kill at that moment. Richard only wanted me to see this as proof that he wasn't playing. I knew he wasn't. All day I could not get my mind off it. And even as I stepped home, I stood leaning on the doorframe as I watched Melissa form the backyard. She was standing before the swimming pool in the maxi jacket she wore over the swimsuit that I could still see through the jacket. She had styled her hair, straightened and trimmed at the edges below her shoulders.

All eyes were on her as she walked with so much confidence to where Audrey was standing and the girl was mesmerized, models were actually more than she could ever think. “Did you see that?” The confidence on Melissa’s face was out of this world. “Yes I did, it’s just so hard to walk in these” Mellisa giggled, “those are nine inches heels my darling, I have sixteen inches on my legs. Who do you think carries the most weight?” Audrey was silent, she totally understood what the supermodel was trying to say.

She faces everything head-on. We arrived at the nightclub, and it was packed. We grabbed some drinks and hit the dance floor. Melissa danced provocatively in front of me, wearing a short skirt that drove me crazy. She even dropped down low in front of me. If she keeps this up, we might just recreate our first encounter. She's driving me wild, and my little friend down there is as hard as a rock. If I leave this place, everyone will see my situation. Thank God for these dim lights; nobody can see or notice anything.

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.

She was amazed to see how Melissa walked until the slave realised it made no difference and began to walk as usual. Once Melissa was in her own cell, and the ankle cuff had been removed, she tried to look at her crotch to see what Alex had done to her, but with her hands tied behind her, she was unable to bend enough to see inside her slit. She moaned in frustration and waited until the anaesthetic cream wore off. Alex continued in the corridors toward Karen's cell. She dialled the code and entered. She was pleased to see her former mistress taking the waiting position. She was still unsteady, but she managed to stand up and kneel over the drain.