Patricia Blair Naked Novels & Stories

“I’ll fix this. I swear.” A knock cut through the moment. She pulled away and wiped her tears as I stood and stepped out of the room. Patricia was waiting in the hall, her face pale. She held out her tablet. “It’s bad,” she said. I took it—and froze. Billionaire’s Lust: The Scandal That Has the World Talking My heart stopped. The screen showed images of me and Hyacinth—blurred footage, but recognizable. Our faces. Our bodies. Us. How the hell did it escalate this fast?

I whispered, “if I could only command my heart to love you instead.” I thought it would be easy to endure one year of waiting for Sandra while being Patricia’s husband. I was wrong. Patricia and I lived in one house, but we stayed in separate rooms. It had to be because Patricia had been determined to seduce me. Every day, she would wear skimpy nighties and sometimes would walk around in her lingerie. I salute myself for being able to take control. She was once a lingerie model. Men fantasize about her, but here she is, in front of me, proudly flaunting her beautiful body. At breakfast, she would intentionally lean forward to give me a good view of her cleavage. Sometimes, she would lean

“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.”

Patricia suggested, her tone nonchalant, as if we were discussing something as simple as changing a lightbulb. I blinked at her. “What?” “I mean, take the lead,” she clarified with a shrug. “Though, I’ll admit, it doesn’t always work.” She hesitated, her voice dropping into something more vulnerable. “I tried that once—with my ex-husband. I went all in, walked into his room completely naked.” She let out a bitter laugh. “He wasn’t turned on. Instead, he threw a blanket over me and told me to leave.” The table fell silent for a moment, the weight of her story settling over us.

Benjamin stated and the rest of them stare at Patricia while she stood still hardly covering herself with a towel and water dripping from her head to foot. "What the fuck." I exclaimed and immediately covered the others view with my body while she remained frozen in her position and almost drop her towel. "Excuse us." I stated and dragged her back in her room. "Patricia." I glared at me. "I didn't realize we have visitors." She replied and smiled at me. "What were you planning to do?" I studied her and she drop her towel exposing her naked body. "Walk around the house naked and find out how much self-control you have left." She admitted. “So?”

"Patricia!" "I know you like what you see," Patricia began to walk towards Arthur. "That night, three years was nothing but a mistake." She was now standing in front of him. "I know you want me even now. With Lawrence and Bella out of our lives, we can start afresh." She let down her robe revealing her bare skin. "On my way down here, I had different thoughts of what I would do to you but for the sake of our friendship, I wanted to talk you into making up and paying for your crimes but Iooking at you, I can tell you're one unrepentant bitch."

"Has she really come to her senses?" asked Patricia after she reached Adrian West's house. The middle-aged man contacted him and told him that Nichole was now completely unconscious. And that was what made Patricia come all this way to see it in person. Adrian West had now stepped ahead of Patricia into a room. The room contains many life aids attached to a woman's body. The woman was very thin with pale white skin. Her hair was dark brown and her face was very pale.

Life was finally getting bright for her. Tabitha enters Blair's chambers without a sound, her eyes widening in surprise as she finds him standing in the middle of the room, nude. She couldn't help but take in every inch of him, his chiseled abs and toned muscles, his perfect fair skin. She felt herself salivating as she saw him, mesmerized by his beauty.

Wayne and Patricia had known each other for years and gone to the same college; their fathers had also been friends. There were a number of women from suitable families who could have made good companions for Wayne and they were ready to step in if he gave them the slightest chance. Patricia was also a vivacious blonde. She had a huge behind which was said to be a hundred percent natural and it jiggled when she so much as sneezed. Her eyes were an alluring blue and coupled with her full red lips, they made her face very pretty. In summary, she was sexy, intelligent and rich.

"Strip to your undergarments." Patrina stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "No." "No?" Nyxios's eyebrow rose, amusement rather than anger in his expression. "The choice is yours: strip yourself or I will do it for you with my shadows." Heat flooded her face. She glared at him, hands clenched at her sides. For a moment, she considered fighting him on it. After a thought, she gave in. Patrina undid the buttons of her nightdress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but her thin undergarments, her skin prickling with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.