Pamela Anderson Novels & Stories

Needless to say, Ida had Fiana eating out of the palm of her hand. Pam was grateful that Ida at least refrained from using any sexual tactics. Her mother managed to buy and maintain the body of a young woman and, since her divorce from Chester, she was free and promiscuous with it with whatever gender struck her fancy. Some might call her oversexed. Pam had such a low regard for her mother that she wouldn’t put it past her to use those sexual whiles on her lover; an opinion that Ida found outrageously offensive. The antiquated and run down looking computer sitting on top if the rich mahogany desk looked like it belonged in a comic strip.

Anne I met Pamela at the party. She was looking stunning in her fitted, long-sleeved red gown with puffs on both shoulders, and a plunging back-line. The hem that ran down her back had glittery stones at its edges following the long v curve of her dress. She had on pearl stud earrings with a matching pearl necklace and had her hair packed in a bun. Pamela was breathtaking. Beside her, dressed in a black tux, stood Andrew, who was talking with a man with a bit of grey hair. The man had his back turned, so I couldn’t see his face.

Just then, the company secretary walked in, frank attention is immediately redirected to the blonde hair mid-twenties girl that just walked in. Erica notices this, but she is too engrossed in her thoughts to let it get to her. "Mr. Anderson would like to see you in his office now miss Williams," the beautiful blonde secretary said while giving side eyes to the only guy in the office with them, after which she left swaying her fleshless ass out of Erica's office. Erica looked at the glass separating herself and Damian with anger and tension, what does he want from her? Hasn't he done enough? She imagined him seating in his expensive leather chair and staring at her, Everything thing about him

How could a wh*re like her with no limits look like someone who is as timid as you? When the woman finished speaking, Elijah's low voice came from the invisible earpiece hidden inside Sally’s ear. "Pierre checked. "This woman's name is Faith Lou. She’s Director Wayne from Wayne Corporation’s wife. "She’s 41 years old, has no kids, and likes to gossip about other people. "But her husband has five or six mistresses outside their marriage which everyone knows about. Even Faith herself knows that, but in order to maintain her perfect image as Mrs. Wayne, she chooses to turn a blind eye.

We both laughed hearing her words. “Thank you, princess.” She caressed her face while I gently placed her beside Elsie. “Mommy, where is little Anderson?” Andrea asked with excitement. “Oh, now you forget about mommy already.” She feigned a sad face. “You are always number one, mommy but I want to meet little Anderson.” “Soon, princess.” The knock on the door suddenly disturbed their interaction. Not long after that, a nurse entered the room with a baby carrier. Andrea noticed it and her excited voice echoed in the room.

She says and pushed the man over to Dante who took him away. “Ma’am, This is good for us right? Now we have the killer with us.” Adam says and Rielle smirked “It’s very good for us Adam.” Dante came back a while back and nodded, “It’s done!” He says and she sighs Her phone starts to ring and she checked to see who it was, It was Pamela video calling her so she picked it, She immediately started to laugh on seeing Pamela dressed as an heavily pregnant woman with a huge mole on her nose, A dark long hair and bushy eyebrows. The dress she was wearing was enough to hide five other people in it.

And as much as Andrea felt glad that someone was talking to her, she found it suspicious. Pamela dressed like she wanted to be addressed. Andrea understood this has knew that soon enough, things will change. "I'm your partner by the way, sorry for the late introduction." Pamela said as she started to sort her things out. Andrea hummed and introduced herself. "Hi Pamela, I'm Andrea, Andrea Brown." She said as she turned to look at Pamela. But Pamela wasn't one to let things rest. And her mouth was one of those things that she liked to run.

Standing by one of the tall windows was Pamela, dressed in a simple but elegant cream-colored dress, her posture straight, her expression gentle. Pamela—the first daughter-in-law of the Gray family, she was married to Robert Gray who was William’s elder brother. Pamela had left Los Angeles not long after tragedy struck the Gray family twice in a row. She had buried her husband barely a year after the Patriarch’s sudden passing and the grief had broken her in ways few understood. Rose certainly did.

Pamela rolled her eyes in frustration. DJ passed a look between Ashley and the unknown lady who kept involved in his conversation. “Surprise?” DJ cocked a brow. Pamela smiled with embarrassment. She realized a second too late she wasn't supposed to blurt that. “Ashley insisted on surprising you.” Pamela's voice dropped a few decibels and she bowed her head, hiding her face from a glaring Ashley. Ashley looked between DJ and Pamela. “Pamela.” Ashley gestured to her. “She's my assistant.” She introduced.

Pamela sighed, bracing herself for whatever demand or disaster awaited her on the other end of the line. It wouldn’t be the first time this had happened, that was for sure. With a frown, Pamela recalled some of Theodore's more notorious romantic escapades before reminding herself that she was his personal assistant, not his moral guardian. Her friends, Helena and Nancy often asked if she ever got tired of having a boss who demanded so much of her. Or if she was ever tempted to tell him exactly what she thought of his outrageously chauvinistic behavior. The answer was yes—sometimes she was tempted. But the generous paycheck he provided quickly quashed any thoughts of rebellion. That kind of m