Natasha Marley Smoking Novels & Stories

I looked at Pamela for guidance and she slumped her shoulders in defeat. “Nerissa, I told you that you can’t keep doing this to yourself. So what if someone filmed you smoking and posted it online for the world to see?” Pamela turned her friend to face her. “You are not the first to smoke and nor will you be the last. That doesn’t make you a bad person. Right, Nats?” She finished, looking at me. “Huh? Yes,” I quickly answered. I was already lost in my head. “It’s the person we should be laughing at for being so jobless they are now stalking your life,” Pamela added.

After calming down, she changed her clothes and went out of the bathroom. Jasper had smoked three cigarettes and was on his fourth one. Natalie grabbed the cigarette in his hand and put out the cigarette butt, "Smoking is not good for your health." Jasper held her waist and hugged her in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. It was fierce, harsh and surging. The strong masculine aura, together with the mature smell of smoke, rushed towards Natalie, and she could not resist it at all. From what she knew of Jasper, if she pushed him away at this time, he would only kiss harder, and she would not be able to resist. Hence, she could only let him kiss her.

That was all Nina said before she took the weed from Brianna. "You're gonna fuck him and we're gonna make sure of that," Natasha said pointedly. "Whatever fuck you guys," Nina said before placing the blunt between her lips and taking the lighter from Natalie. She took a long drag before puffing a cloud of smoke out and passing the blunt onto Paige. "Oh no I don't smoke especially not weed," Paige said with a scrunched-up nose. "Come on Paige. It's peer pressure knocking at your door and nobody refuses her." Nina said blankly.

He replied absentmindedly, puffing out the smoke through his nostrils. "Strange. You're back to smoking again? You should slow down on marijuana. It could damage your lungs." Shannon cooed. Before parting her legs. Her hand wandered up her centre and she stroked herself. Slowly easing her finger into her core a whimper parted her lips. Marcellus groaned at the sights of her pleasuring herself. She continued her act, slowly rousing and teasing him.

Natasha throat suddenly went dry. Why was he staring at her like that? She stood in front of the pool, calm and composed, but her fingers nervously pinched the thick fabric on her body. Alexander took a long drag of his cigarette. “Take it off.” He ordered. Natasha didn't say a word. She reached for the belt and untied it. Her eyes were on his the whole time. She dropped her hands, letting the robe slide off her body, until she was left wearing only the swimsuit.

Natasha glanced casually at the group of people, not paying much attention. They were probably carrying medicinal herbs inside. She shifted her gaze back to the phone and lightly said, "You're not going to speak? If you don't, I'll hang up." Silence prevailed on the other end of the line. When she listened carefully, she could hear the sound of a lighter igniting a cigarette. It was as if the next moment, smoke would permeate from the phone screen. Natasha raised an eyebrow. She knew that Joshua rarely smoked unless he was really frustrated and couldn't relieve himself any other way.

She gestured to the food set on the table. Adrian’s words lingered in her mind, and a smile found its way to her lips. If she could survive this night without chaos, then there was nothing she couldn’t survive—not even after the abusive marriage she had endured before fate brought Ethan her way. “Please excuse me,” Natasha said, smiling as she stood up with her phone clutched in her hand. She could no longer pretend to be happy even though her daughter was still sending signs. She walked toward the parking lot, her hands trembling as she dialed her husband’s number.

Shane said I ignored him and took a gulp from my glass. “What?” I snapped at Shane “Why are you in such a foul mood?” he asked I didn’t reply. “You are chasing the women away with that look” he said getting up “I’m not gonna let you be a cockblocker for me” he said as he walked to a lady I took another gulp of my drink. I looked around and that was when I spotted her. Natasha Stone How was she here? I didn’t know she was a member of this club.

She stares out of the window, watching the streets grow nicer, taller, shinier as they climb. “So he’s heard of me,” she says, trying for casual. “Babe,” Sofia says, “he probably knows your national insurance number.” The lift opens straight into the penthouse. Glass is the first thing Layla notices—walls of it, wrapping around a living room that overlooks the city like it’s something to be surveyed rather than lived in. It smells faintly of expensive perfume and something darker underneath: leather, wood polish, a hint of smoke.