Mindy Meeks-martin Novels & Stories

He could be so intense and passionate, so much to the point of intimidation. “You won’t believe this,” Mindy huffed, her heels clicking on the marbled floors as she approached me. Her brows were scrunched, and wrinkles formed on her forehead like hot bulges. “Steph and Marla canceled their rooms, and when I just called them, they sent me to voicemail, then immediately sent a text saying, ‘Sorry, can’t make it this weekend.’ What bitches!” she exclaimed while tossing her phone on the sofa next to me. “I can’t fucking believe them! They could have at least had the decency to give me a real excuse, or more time in advance.”

"Do you really think sending me to jail would make you safe? I'll be your nightmare for life. You can't get rid of me!" Interrupting our conversation, a timid female voice spoke up, "When can we leave, Mr. Jennings?". I looked over to see Mindy, Max's assistant from his startup days. Mindy was a young, outgoing woman who had recently graduated from college. She was always cheerful and respectful, addressing me as "Sister Jen" every time we met. Wendy had warned me that hiring a young girl like her might lead to trouble, but I had trusted Max completely. I never suspected him of having an inappropriate relationship with her.

If not for the client in the morning, she would not have dressed like this, exposing her back and thighs for others to see. Wynn sat on the chairwoman’s seat with a small smile on her lips. She glanced at Mindy who was lying on the sofa and throwing a tantrum. She asked, “What’s wrong? Are you still having problems with Mr. Fadden?” Mindy was lying on the sofa at the moment. Her two slender jade-like legs were resting on the armrest of the sofa, swinging back and forth. She pouted unhappily and said, “I’ve met that old pervert three times and each time, he wants me to accompany him to dinner and take advantage of me! Today, he even said that if I don't accompany him to dinner, he’ll cooperat

Jax and Aziel look away and I note that even though he has us here, he at least has enough respect to not watch an underage girl relieve herself. Her wounds from her abuse have not been healing as fast as I’d like thanks to the iron chains but no matter what, she finds ways to distract us and remains to be her perky self. Like right now, she’s trying to play a game of I-spy but she said we need to think of things that are not in this room. Fairies. Always looking on the bright side of things.

She explained. "We can't contact Drake this morning. His phone was out of coverage." She sighed in frustration but she needed to calm down since the secretary of Martin Enterprises was here for an urgent report. "Try to contact him and if you can't contact them, then mind visiting him at his apartment. He handled a huge amount of money. It's not just $1 Million but $20 Million." She explained and stepped out of the elevator once it opened. "Noted Miss Mar. I'll bring some tea for Mrs. Riley and iced coffee to your office."

Matt froze mid-scratch. He and the other guys turned around at the same time, and they realized that other guys were rotting too! Even the instructor's eyes had gone red. He gritted his teeth while scratching desperately at the corners of his mouth and his arms! A girl from our class nudged me. "Wendy, you and Aurora are best friends, right? And Matt is your ex-boyfriend? You must know something, right?" "Is it a disease or something else? We just started freshman year. We can't die here!"

Lydia walked past Mindy’s desk and knocked on Mia’s door. “Come in,” Mia shouted, not bothering to get up from her desk. Mia was a beautiful woman. For being in her fifty’s her body was still tight, it was the best that money could afford. Sometimes gentleman callers would request Mia’s services, but she rarely accepted. She often said she’d given up that life when she’d opened up her business. “Lydia,” Mia stood up starring at Mia like she was her prized possession, donning a smile like the Cheshire Cat.

But, the place is crowded with guards and maids; it makes the house not that lonely. Maids and guards warned me before about Everleigh, that made me nervouse on my first day. In my thoughts, at last, I could finally meet her and talk to her face to face for the third time. Mr. Hunderson approach me and told me that Everleigh was just like a kid, and she never fires anyone. So I can treat her formally or casually, with respect. Mr. Hunderson is the one who assisted me on my application and we had a bit talk about what kind of people he served. And all I heard was positive.

AUTHOR'S POV "Fuck..." Gavin punched the wall of his office, making his servants flinched except for the butler, and the head maid, who was worrying about her Lady. 'My lady... ' The head maid clenched her both hand as she silently prayed for her Lady's safety as there are still no news about her whereabouts. Madison Morgan, the mistress of the house of Morgans, has disappeared like a bubble that made a ruckus inside of the manor as well as the other territories of the Morgans.

After going bankrupt, I did the unthinkable to save my gravely ill younger brother, Ricky Ashford. I climbed into the bed of Damien Blackwood, the notorious mafia boss. One night of passion sealed my fate, and I became his kept woman. For three years, we entangled ourselves in gardens, hot springs, and vineyards. We explored every intimate position and lost ourselves in unrelenting desire. Damien possessed a raw, physical stamina that consumed me completely, leaving me utterly wrecked every time. However, for the sake of my brother in the ICU, I chose to endure it.