Paige Chloe Novels & Stories

From it, she took out a cigarette and lit it. Paige turned over towards the bar now, her chin cupped in her hands while Dakar Ausborn, who was dishing out instructions earlier, stepped aside to answer a phone call. Paige's eyes rested on Bralle for a few seconds but she obviously didn't recognize the other lady which was quite understandable. Who would even recognize her under such tinted celebrity pocket-unfriendly glasses she had on. Not to mention the fake hair and annoying red lip stain. Her bikini was attention seeking but she had no doubt that her appearance was still classy and expensive-looking enough to attract just members of the upper class.

“That can be fixed any time soon. Besides, I have something you'd like to know. Something about Miss Khloe that you will like to hear about.” Paige clenched her phone tightly while her eyes raged angrily on the caller. She couldn't believe that the gruesome Gray would use her last weakness to corner her to death. Yes, that is right! Khloe to Paige held lots of importance to her heart that her mysterious passing away made it only suspicious and invoked her to investigate. Although it wasn't easy, she was able to find some evidence to prove that her death was a setup and not real. That fact even made her despite the Adams family the more, especially her supposed stepmother.

She barked a laugh, sliding into her seat, and I followed her. The flight was like any other, long, boring, and full of turbulence. It was nice to be back on solid ground again. It was nice until we stepped out into the pickup area and saw who was waiting for us. Paige leaned against a large blacked-out range rover. Her one arm was tucked across her chest as she looked down at her phone. Her chocolate brown hair was braided back, leaving her sharp features on full display. The setting sun made her olive skin glow and the outfit she wore. The band muscle shirt, the ripped black jeans, and the checkered plaid shirt tied around her waist made me realize how right Irene was.

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited

Then she took the hand of a little girl, around seven years old with dark brown hair and adorable grey eyes. Abby smiled, “Luna Zariah, Alpha Isaac, this is Chloe. She is our very popular decorator.” I smiled, “Hello, Chloe. We appreciate you coming down on such short notice.” Chloe giggled, “You’re very welcome, Luna. I need to practice more, so this gives me a chance for that. Would you like to see the drawing?” I nodded, “I would love that.”

She stood in front of the camera, elegantly presenting her work. “I’m Carina Morrison, founder of Astraeus… Our debut show will be at the Beverly Hilton. It’s going to be a show that redefines tradition…” My hands were shaking. I fumbled for my phone and dialed Lorenzo. “Lorenzo, turn on the TV!” “What?” “Now! The fashion channel!” A few minutes later, Lorenzo’s shout came through the phone. “Chloe! That’s my Chloe!” Chloe appeared on screen, too. She was in a black power suit, looking like a CEO.

What part of he did not want to keep sending for her did she not understand and when did she start demanding things. He straightened, towering over her with his 6ft height, and it was too easy to do so because she was a petite woman. Even in her six inches high heels he still towered over her. But what she lacked in height, she made up in curves and beauty. Paige had this classic heart-shaped face, and a head full of blond curls. A button nose which was pointed, plump lips, and baby blue eyes. Leo frowned. He could remember in her resume it said she was twenty-six, but she ended up looking like she was twenty-four, sometimes even twenty-three. It must have something to do with those wide blu

“Sure, thanks." "I have one condition," Freida stated. "...What?" "I want an invitation to Fairlight’s finance research forum happening at the end of this month.” Chloe frowned suspiciously. "And what do you plan on doing there?" Freida lowered her eyes and gave a bogus-sounding explanation, "I'm interested in the field." A glimmer appeared in Chloe’s eyes as she looked the middle-aged woman up and down. Paige looked ordinary, donning plain clothes and simple glasses, but her long and shiny black hair elevated her demeanor.