Novel & Cerita Ms. Bigshot Is Pampered By All

"But I do have one request." Lana anxiously said, "Please, do tell!" Mandy turned around and said, "I want to be your spa's VVIP so I can constantly maintain my youthful appearance!" Lana breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Even if you didn't ask, you would be the VVIP of our spa!" Mandy grabbed Lana's hand and shook it. "It's a deal then." "It's a deal!" Lana happily hugged Mandy. "Dy, thank you so much!"

While everyone was cooing and praising her for being so nice, she whispered in my ears, “Going out with a big shot doesn’t put us on the same level. You can fuck all the billionaires in this city, but you’ll still be beneath me. I’ll make you pay for stealing the spotlight from me today.” She let out sternly, whilst having a smile on her face to fool everyone in the room and make them think that she is genuinely happy for me. I don’t know why she thinks that I stole the spotlight from her, I never even realized that I was standing in the spotlight until she mentioned it to me.

Cents. Every stylist, masseuse, and glam artist I passed on the way out got a single penny from my old shoe box—each one received it like it was the holy grail dipped in truffle oil. “You, Miss Hunter, will be our lifetime VIP,” said the Russian manager, who had more Botox than expressions. “I hope next time you let us prepare a private room. And maybe—gift bag?” “Darling,” I purred, flipping my freshly blown-out curls, “next time, I want an orchestra playing Bad Blood the moment I walk in.”

Shania’s Dewy and those who heard him were petrified as they stared at him in shock. “Wow. Is there still someone oblivious to her existence? What a bummer.” The unnamed guests whispered among themselves, although almost silently. They still wanted to see how the show goes. Shania Dewy tried to open her mouth out of displeasure when a dark-skinned lady with almost perfect proportions covered the guy’s mouth with an alluring grin. So this is why they said I am good at babysitting this scumbag. Jessi looked at a certain place before sighing in relief and said, “I’m apologizing on behalf of this good-looking boy who lacks manners, Miss Grit.”

“Good morning.” Grayson shakes her hand. “Welcome.” I stand beside him, trying to look calm even though my heart is racing. Jamie waves enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Jamie! Family advisor!” Melissa laughs softly. “I remember.” She steps inside, observing everything carefully but kindly. “It’s a beautiful home,” she says. “Thank you,” Grayson replies. The puppy immediately runs to her, tail wagging wildly. “Oh!” she laughs. “And who’s this?” “Our practice baby,” Jamie says proudly.

As we walked into the hall, a woman radiating a powerful, commanding air was seated at the head of the table. It was my older sister, Mable Cobb, who'd left home years ago to start her own business. The moment we entered the door, Walton pushed me toward her. "Ms. Cobb, this is Riley from our team. He's single, in great shape, and really admires strong women like you. "He'll be taking care of your drinks tonight, so just tell him whatever you need. He's great with physical tasks." There was a greasy, suggestive look in his eyes as he emphasized the words "single" and "physical tasks".

It opened to a major financial outlet, but the headline had nothing to do with the merger. THE REAL CLARA EVERETT: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS OR HIGH-PRICED ESCORT? My breath caught, not from shock, but from the precision of it. I tapped the video embedded beneath the headline. It played immediately. The lighting was dim, curated to feel expensive without being identifiable. A hotel room. Neutral, intentional. The kind of place that erased itself the moment you left it. The man in the video was angled away from the camera, his face obscured by shadow and blur, positioned carefully enough to remove liability.

Coca-cola drink with Alfonso. "By the way girls let's have some bathtub party" I screamed across the room, I prepared for it with rose petals and gave them their own robe, while the water is warm, I'd jump in and the girls gave me kisses in cheeks with red lipstick, we are telling gossips and stories, I'd shampooed their hair and put glossy skincare. "Mara is so cute" then the other girl became sad. After having fun, I wore my checkered polo with cargo pants, and a converse shoes with black bonnet. This is my style, bitch, I hissed in front of the mirror.

Shania arched her brow and sat down in Danny's chair "Um, is this all you do?" It was surprising how busy Isabella had been ever since she met Shawn and Kenny, "What can I say, my boys are spoiling me," Isabella beamed and placed the shopping bags on the desk. Shania nodded in amusement, indeed she was getting spoiled by those rich men…just looking at how dolled up she was. Shania chuckled and swiveled her chair, they even bought her a fruit basket. What caring men they were

Dashiell asked teasingly. “I’m eating. I would like you to watch me eat.” “What’s special about watching you eat?” Dashiell smiled lovingly at her. “Just the way you eat my pussy – I want you to be reminded of the sheer ecstasy of having my man cook for me. That’s why you need to watch me. I’m sexy when I eat.” “You sexy when you asleep too.” “I exude so much sexiness. I get why you can’t be with me as my husband. I’m too sexy for you – people might talk.” Pam retorted – lining his tummy with her hands.