Millie X Moxxie Novels & Stories

**Vivian’s POV** She was everywhere. I couldn’t open a magazine, scroll through social media, or turn on the television without seeing her face. S. Moore. The mysterious fashion mogul who’d taken New York by storm. My hand shook as I poured my third glass of wine. It wasn’t even noon yet. “You’re spiraling.” I turned. Melissa stood in the doorway of my bedroom, arms crossed, that look on her face. The one that said she’d been watching me fall apart for weeks and was done being patient about it.

After she hung up, she started to scroll through her phone and gasped when she found what she was looking for. “Rach, you have to take a look at this.” I took the phone from her, and my eyes became wide with shock because of what was being said. “Billionaire Xander King seems to have landed a gold digger. Well, that's what everyone is saying because they were seen together at Maui. Some might call it jealousy, but I say that it's ridiculous. I don't get what he sees in her, I mean, I'm all for interracial couples, but she's just not pulling it for me.” I stopped the video and handed Emily her phone, feeling angry that I could not have this moment for myself.

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

I finally stopped right outside the lecture hall, noticing the current class inside was still wrapping up. I checked my watch again. Ten minutes left. To pass the time, I pulled out my iPhone, mindlessly scrolling through the chaotic feed of the campus community platform until a specific headline caught my eye, making my thumb freeze entirely. Last Friday Night's Rager: Did Maddox Fuck a Guy? What!

JACE ROYWAN Sophia’s pussy was already slick, sucking at my finger the second I slipped inside. Her cunt wall pulsed greedily, fluttering every time I curled my digits deeper inside her warm sheath. She kept her moans low and barely there, almost like whimpers… because we still in the fucking office, and the door wasn’t even locked, I already have a scandal based on speculation, I'm not about to be fired after fucking my director’s daughter in their company.

Instead, it had become the venue for Chris’s one-man p**n festival. She stormed down the hall, her rage a hot, tight coil in her chest. She didn't bother knocking, just shoved his door open. He was sprawled on his bed, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, one hand idly tucked into his waistband. The graphic sounds and images filled the small, messy room. "Are you fucking kidding me, Chris? Turn that off! Some of us are actually trying to do something with our lives!" He barely glanced at her, a lazy, infuriating smirk on his face. He paused the video, and the sudden silence was almost as loud. "Chill out, Mia. It's just a video. Don't pretend you've never seen one”.