Oitnb Barb Novels & Stories

He announced and I shrugged off. “And whats that?” I asked, as I watched him turn on the pad. “Ms. Barbie and Mrs. Rodrigo.” He stated and I almost lost my heart. “What!” I yelled as my eyes widened in shock, jerking off the pad from him as I watched the video across the net that shows Barbie bringing in men to beat up Mitchell and the tags state. ‘Ex Girl Barbie Gray sending Huge Men's to beat up New Wife of Dan. Rodrigo.’ I raised my brows at Peter angrily.

ODETTE AND OLIVIE helped her get dressed. She was ready when the Baron entered her bedchamber to collect her. He was in casual finery this evening except for the luxurious surcoat that bore the cote of arms of their province. He went to her and kissed her, even with Odette and Olivie still there. The two women quickly disappeared. “I missed you last night,” Fabian said. His voice was gentle, but the look in his eyes was alert.

“Mr. Holt, here are the new escort options for the trip.” Below that were several photos. Women posing provocatively, dressed in evening gowns and lingerie. Olívia’s finger slid down the screen, and another conversation caught her attention. The name: Bárbara. The last message had been sent only minutes earlier. “I’m still waiting for you, Liam. I miss your touch… the way only you know how to do it. I can’t wait to feel your hands on me again. Don’t take too long. You know I hate waiting.”

“Hannah, can you step into my office please?” Called Barb. I sighed and turned around to walk back to her office. She gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as I entered and sat down. Barb was a sweet woman; she had run the orphanage since before I had arrived. My eyes followed her as she took her own seat behind her desk, her glasses swaying on their chain around her neck. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at her appearance. She looked not a day over thirty, but she chose to dress like an elderly librarian from the fifties.

I wanted distance from anything that smelled like the life I’d lost, and Tony, as always, had been there, showing up when I didn’t ask but needed him most. He stepped closer, eyeing the open laptop on my coffee table. His gaze narrowed just slightly, but his voice stayed light. “Took you long enough.” “You remember this bar, don’t you?” I asked, ignoring the sarcasm in his tone. Tony walked in slowly, dropped onto the couch beside me, and leaned forward to squint at the image. “Yeah. That’s The Black Barrel. I’ve seen him there once. That place is crawling with oil execs.”

Crown frowns “And Barbara Lang will also be here. You know her right?” says Jordan. Barbara Lang. The most widely-known and popular American model. She has been the face of many inducements of beauty products. Every man I know simps for her and I can't blame them. She's so seductive and voluptuous that she even took the attention of the notorious womanizer and arrogant Jordan Crown himself. Barbara Lang is a big fish swimming in the ocean, and though the notorious Jordan Crown captured her, she chose to slip out of his captive to seek for more pleasures and desires.

Then, Goldman had proceeded to bet the hell out of the guy’s face. Nick walked up to Barb. “Hey, Barb, do you have some hotel soap and some clean towels back there?” Nick asked. She looked at him for a moment with crumbs on her lips while holding the cracker. Then she whispered, “Wait here.” She dropped the cracker. Nick had no idea where the cracker went.

I chuckled. “Me neither,” I said before we were focusing on Barb. She was eyeing us before she shook her head. “Uh uh, not me as well. I think Brad will be happy but I will enjoy his sinful body first before I let another took him over me,” Barb said before she was sipping on her champagne. I laughed before Dylan was asking me for a dance. And the others went dancing away as well. I smiled before Dylan cause tonight has been the perfect night of my life.

Barbara was feeling tired, probably because the alcohol was getting more active in her, she pressed the stereo to play music while resting lazily at the door with the window down, she sang loud with the music, not bothered if anyone could hear her Crazy in her wild imagination, Scarlett brushed her hair, she opened her eyes slightly thinking it was Dante. "Whoa! Dante didn't say his girlfriend is a mad Woman with a nice voice?" Barbara closed her eyes back seeing it was the man Hunter. "You don't want to talk? Probably too drunk to talk."

"Says all the girls who go for a bar only to wail moments later." "Aba't..." Likod na lang nito ang nakita ko nang lumingon ako. "Her drink's on me, Niel," sigaw nito habang nakataas ang kaliwang kamay at lumalakad palayo ng bar. Naiwan akong nakatulala sa bulto ng matangkad na lalake. "Whi the fuck is that?" "The owner, miss. Here. Enjoy."