Patricia Blair Naked Novels & Stories

Patricia’s voice was a glass of chardonnay: sweet at first, but you knew it would give you a headache in the morning. She took my hand in both of hers, squeezing just enough to remind me she did yoga five times a week. “What a beautiful party. But I have to ask—your friend, the one who fainted? Is she all right?” Her nails were French-tipped and immaculate. I fixated on them for a moment before letting the mask do its work.

Sean said briefly into the call, his eyes remaining cold as he stared at Niana. Niana fell still, her breath hitching in her throat. Shortly after, the click of high heels echoed against the marble floor of the corridor. The bedroom door opened again. Patricia walked in with immense grace, as if she were walking down a red carpet. She was still wearing an expensive Burberry trench coat, looking perfectly calm and refreshed, showing no signs of a woman who had just committed adultery.

“With whom?” “ With Me,” Patricia said. There was silence again. “You were involved with Ace Blacke?” “I was. Recently. And I’m pregnant.” “Are you willing to go public?” “Yes. But only if you use the photos and the test results. I want it all out. Nothing left out.” “Can you prove the pregnancy?” “I took another test this morning,” Patricia said. “It’s dated. I can send a photo of it.” “And the affair?” “I have photos. From the London hotel. Clear and personal.”

"Things? Things like what?" George smirked, turning to meet her. He held her hand and pulled her up. "Are you feeling hot? Here let me help you take these off." He began to undress her slowly and Patricia felt it was torture. She wanted out of the clothes as quickly as possible. George took his time to undress her and when he was done, she stood naked with him, feeling no shame whatsoever. He smiled, placing his hand on her waist. Patricia sighed in pleasure. "George, the king... Need us..." She moaned as she spoke and George felt angered that even with him, in such a state, she could still think about Calhoun.

she warned, getting up. " But…” " It'll be quick, I promise. In the meantime, you can concentrate on recovering, I need you one hundred percent soon," she assured me, walking to the closet. For a moment I thought about discussing it again, but gave up. It's just coffee and milk. " Really? For what?” Blair returned to the bedroom carrying a pair of pants and a short sleeved blouse in her hands, laying them on the bed before removing the dress she was wearing, leaving her wearing only panties and a bra.

She rushed past Aunt Grace and went upstairs. Tracey followed closely. Upstairs, the bedroom door was not fully closed, and a woman’s laughter could be heard from inside. Mable stood at the door, paling instantly. Through the crack in the door, she saw lingerie and high heels on the floor... On the bed, a naked Blair leaned against the headboard, and a woman wearing a silk robe sat on his lap. Their upper bodies were pressed tightly together... Blair whispered something in the woman’s ear, and the woman suddenly laughed flirtatiously.

“We’re crashing his fancy little event.” I hesitated, but the anger was starting to burn through the pain anyways.. “Okay.” Patricia didn’t give me time to change my mind. She helped me throw on some clothes, grabbed my phone and purse, and basically dragged me out to her car. *** Two hours later, I was lying completely naked on a massage table in Patricia’s private luxury studio. The lights were low and warm. Soft music played and my best friend had cleared out everyone else so it was just us and her two best technicians.

Silence. Then a voice. Cold. Broken. — It's a bit late, isn't it? I close my eyes. I inhale slowly to give myself courage and I enter. She is there. Sitting at the edge of the bed. Wrapped in a blanket. Staring blankly. Her features drawn. Not made up. Not styled. Not masked. And she has never been so beautiful. Not because of the suffering. But because of the truth. She is real. And I come with my ruins.

“Am so sorry I am late, I was investigating a case that was rogered in at the last minute, damn you are cute,”Rogers said as he bit his lower lip. Patricia had worn a sleeveless white dress. It had a v neck and she had kept her hair in a low bun. Rogers looked at her from head to toe and Patricia felt shy as he scanned her body. Though she had her clothes on she felt naked.

Patricia grits out and Gabe scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Well I don't think this is the kind of situation you can give any orders. What the hell is happening mum, why can't you tell us!" "Probably because she is so ashamed to tell you that her oh so deaconess self is nothing but a fvcking murderer!" Patricia gasps. They had found her They all turn to the owner of the voice and her eyes widens. "You!" "Yeah me... Hello Patricia Ramona Phillips" * * |•BLISS•|