Novel & Cerita Mirror Image Sandra Brown

"Oh, thank you, Sandra. You are also incredibly beautiful. Liam is a lucky man." ​Sandra picked up a small silver spoon, turning it over in her hands. "I don't blame the man who is still following you, even though you left the life. Though, I’m out here wondering..." She looked up, a fake, saccharine smile plastered on her face. "I wonder if those sweet twins are indeed Sterlings. I mean, they look exactly like their gorgeous mom. And as for Alexander... was he really the only client who booked you back then? Or just the one with the biggest bank account?"

“Sandra! Open! It’s me!” The door swung wide. Sandra stood in the middle of her room, her night wrapper half-loose, her chest heaving as though she had been running a marathon. Her eyes were wild, fixed on the window. “What is it?!” Florence cried, clutching her wrapper tight as Felix steadied her by the arm. “I… I saw it!” Sandra stammered, her finger trembling as she pointed toward the half-drawn curtains. “A shadow! Right there right at my window! It was staring. I swear, I saw it!”

“I… five billion?” “Five billion. I always put my best offer on the table,” I said. “I’m… I’m not pretty. I mean, I have a scar,” Sandra told me. “Where?” I asked. Sandra looked around, then pushed the shoulder of her dress down just enough for me to see a pink scar on her upper chest. “That’s nothing,” I scoffed. “Certainly not enough to decrease your value or your attractiveness in my eyes.” Sandra shrugged her dress back up. “Five billion,” she muttered to herself.

Thus, I say, “Sandra, it’s me, Brandon, your friend.” “I know who you are, Brandon. I cannot resist this urge now. Fuck me now, please. And we can get back to practicing what we are here for later,” Sandra says to me.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Sandra said and turned the chair so Marie could see. Marie stared in silence at her reflection in the mirror. When was the last time she looked this beautiful? Sandra had curled her hair and let it down to fall across her shoulders. Her lips looked so good she was tempted to touch it. But what really stopped her in her tracks was her eyes. Hurt feelings temporarily forgotten, she thanked Sandra and hailed a cab to the party. She intended to have some fun so she wasn't driving.

" I looked at Valentia in horror.. my ex classmate and teammate fucken Sandra was a journalist.. and to make fucken things worse.. someone cancelled what was meant to be the biggest event of my life... What the fuck was happening.. who was messing with me???

Sandra felt sorry for her because Sophia feared strong, dominant men, and James Brown definitely qualified on all counts. When Derrick stopped in front of her, he extended his hand to help her up. She rose gracefully, though her heart was pounding as she stared up at James. Then he smiled at her, a gentle smile that transformed his entire face from brooding to a much softer-looking man. It was as if he knew he intimidated her and was taking pains not to do so. She swallowed the lump in her throat and extended her hand to his. “I’m Sandra Barkley,” she said quietly. “Derrick has told me a lot about you. I’m very happy to meet you.”

"And you are?" Tracy blew air over her face with her hands chasing the invisible flies around her face, she stared at her surroundings with nothing but disgust in her eyes.. Sandy arched a brow, with just a glance at the proud lady before her, she could tell that she was a wealthy person. "Dummy, everyone in L.A knows who I am, by the way I'm Tracy Brown" Sandy's expression remained blank "So?" Tracy pulled off her sunglasses revealing her deep brown eyes.

She only answered with revere. Glenna frowned. "Can we play it again?" Sandra pressed the play button again, not because Glenna asked, but because Sandra wasn't satisfied with how the person in front of her was reacting. She wanted to make sure Glenna would be able to identify who the man was. And Sandra's wait paid off. Glenna paled. Her eyes widened. She was like a deer caught in the headlights. Sandra thought she really was brilliant to have had a glass of drink rather than a stick of smoke as she watched how Glenna's face turned horribly ugly.