Olivia Ponton Hot Novels & Stories

She was moving too fast from one topic to another, I had rattled her. She stopped beside the fireplace. The flames illuminated her face beautifully, turning her skin gold and her eyes molten. “It’s about disrespect.” She said softly and something twisted unpleasantly in my stomach. Because she wasn’t shouting and she wasn't wrong. She picked up a photograph from the mantle. It was a photograph from a charity gala months ago. Me in the centre surrounded by the De Luca women. I knew that picture had been taken but it was never printed and how Olivia came to have it in her hands was a mystery to me.

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

Laura asks me. Hearing my name takes me out of my self-absorption. But before I can answer, Miranda talks again. “No, she’s with me,” she says with a childish voice. “I know, but I meant with a guy. I heard you’ve been dating Sam Molina,” says Laura. I freeze, not knowing what to say. I wish I could erase everything related to Sam from my life, including his brother looking at me so insistently right now. “Olivia and Sam? No way! Olivia is dating a guy waaay hotter than Sam,” Miranda says. “Sam’s nothing compared to the hottie she’s going out with.”