Pampered By All Novels & Stories

She stared at her huge boobs and bulging stomach that was a result of the water she had just drunk and down at her curves. "What can this body do to profit my life?" she asked herself before grunting and sinking into the bed. "There has to be something this body can do to offer me aside from fucking the hotel manager!" she said again to herself, lying naked on the bed with her legs and hands spread out. "There has to be something!" ___________ Hannah stretched and twirled lazily in bed just like a typical unemployed young lady who has nothing to worry about nor a doubting thought of getting a disengagement letter from work.

Chimamanda grinned The conversation was put on hold when the maids brought in the food setting it in front of them. Chimamanda scanned the food, her mouth began to water, the aroma from the food made her stomach to growl. "Seems like someone is hungry and can't wait to eat this food" Ryan quipped. Chimamanda felt a little bit embarrassed "sorry forgive my manners I love good food and I don't seem to control myself if one is placed in front of me" "let's eat then so your stomach won't get upset" Chimamanda took in the first bite, it felt good she couldn't help but moan "this is delicious" she said out loud.

Sharmaine was happy, she touched her father's face: "Father must protect me and mother, then I protect mother. Father, that's the way it is." "Right." "Sharmaine, you are the most beautiful flower, you are also my greatest warrior." The man smiled and kissed Sharmaine's hair. “Dad is the strongest person I know, mom is the gentlest.” “Are you two going to have dinner?” A woman in a black dress appeared, Pandora was as bright as the sun, a beauty that made people love and reflect, can such a beautiful person appear in the world? She walked in the sunlight, her skin glowing like a diamond, her smile as peaceful as the surface of a lake.

But this is luxury wrapped in silk, dipped in champagne, and handed to me on a silver platter. Scott is playing with the massage chair, testing every setting like a kid on Christmas morning. Tomas, ever composed, reading something on his tablet, pretending like he’s not secretly enjoying the five-star treatment. And Damien? Damien is lounging like a king, sipping whiskey in a glass that was probably hand-blown in some exclusive European workshop. “I could get used to this,” I say with a sigh, stretching my legs on the reclining seat. “You should get used to it,” Damien says, swirling his drink. “This is your life now.”

I felt like my pain was washing away the remnants of all the bad emotions and leaving me refreshed. The maids took great care of me while pampering me with gentle shoulder massages, scented oils, making me feel like a true princess. Their kindness and attentiveness was quite overwhelming and strange to me yet I felt humbled by their care. After all, how could I refuse that luxury and protocol when I could abuse it.

She had not heard of any wife being teased like this. "Am I not pampering you enough?" Chris asked, still smiling. "How have you pampered me?" Paige asked. "I bought you a car and a house, let you swipe the credit card freely, defended you from those who bullied you, and cared about your food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Isn't that pampering?" Chris asked, amused. If all that did not count as pampering, then he really did not know what did. Paige could not argue with that. The way Chris put it, he did seem to pamper her quite a bit.

My mama pressed, grabbing me firmly by the elbow, not caring if she hurt me in the slightest. "Don't make a scene Miranda, there are eyes everywhere." Papa cautioned, his gaze fixed on all the guests who openly casted their glance towards us. *Clink* "Friends and Guests, I thank you for making out the time to grace this dinner party with your presence. So here is a toast, to a room full of noble people such as yourselves." Ace announced at the top of the main stairs, holding a glass of wine to the air.

Since he wasted her mood, she was going to waste his money until he cried blood. The sales persons were in even more awe when they heard Olivia. When did this spoiled rich brat arrive in their town? They could not wait to be at her beck and call. “This way miss. We have a VVIP exclusive room for someone like you. In there, you don’t have to squeeze in with the rest of the customers as you enjoy our top-notch services.” The leading salesperson said. “Okay, lead the way please,” Olivia said with a shrug. Heh, being famous and having people run around to serve you was not as bad as she thought. Although that was the thought that was running through her mind, she knew, however, deep down, she wi

I stepped leisurely, gazing at the colorful lights throughout the park. "Did you rent this amusement park?" I asked Alfred as I got near him. I wondered how we were able to spend our date here. Alfred crossed his arms as his lips curled into a grin. "Do you think I have the money? I just borrowed it from a friend." My eyes dilated in amazement. "Even the owner of this amusement park is your friend? You have a lot of rich friends, huh?" "Well, it's the good side of my job."

It was expensive. Was he feeling guilty? Seeing me staring at the meat without showing any emotions, he hesitantly approached me. “Rudela, are you alright? Exhausted too much?” He pulled me into his arms, squeezing me tightly. “Let me shower you with my scent. Your exhaustion will be gone within seconds.” I did not resist or push him away. I let myself go in his arms. This chest, this pair of strong arms, used to be my safe zone. There were countless nights I cried in his arms, talked about life, the struggle, the hunger we felt.