Patricia Heaton Hot Novels & Stories

She had nothing more to hide about herself, "What if those pretty thighs of mine refuse to sit still? What are you going to do about them?" Jayden pulled her roughly into his arms this time, and her body fell flush against him. His silver eyes looked heavy with desire, like a man already on edge. Sue could feel the rock hard muscles of his chest through their clothes and the heat was explosive, "I'll tell you what we'll do about them. We are gonna tie you down, darling, spread those thighs and push you knee up till it's touching your shoulders so that sweet heavenly pussy is bare to our faces, then we are gonna take turns eating you up till every brain cell of yours has been electrocuted," O

~ EVANGELINE ~ Today, I was angry as I reviewed the files Patricia gave me. I wasn't just angry, I was furious. The conference room at Patricia Reeves & Associates felt suffocatingly hot despite the AC running. Patricia sat across from me, her reading glasses perched on her nose, watching me flip through page after page of Jess Couture madness. "This is..." I couldn't finish the sentence. "Proof that Jessica Dominix has been doing this for years," Patricia completed the words.

I took a shower and headed to my bed when I got to my bed I noticed that someone was laying on my bed. "Who are you" I held the person's throat tightly, ready to kill the person if I didn't get any response. "Kelvin, it's me, it's me" Patricia said Chocking. I released her. I was shocked and switched on the light. That's when I saw that Patricia was the one laying on my bed wearing a transparent bikini. It could have turned me on any other day, but not today especially not after meeting my mate "what did you think that you are doing?" I asked furiously.

Patricia had been watching us all this time? “But she’s dead,” I whispered, voice barely holding steady. “So who’s still doing this?” Martinez flipped a page in his notebook, his eyes meeting mine. “We found one more thing in her files. Patricia had another daughter. Not Rebecca. A secret daughter she never admitted to. Her name is Diana Moore. She lives right here in the city.” He paused, the silence stretching. “And she works at Evan’s school. As his teacher’s aide.”

The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights. “I want everyone to see what a pathetic, broken cuck you are tonight.” She told Mark while getting ready, she wore a tiny red micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her massive, milk-heavy DD breasts strained the thin fabric, dark nipples clearly visible. Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh.

More flashes came. “Maya Collins,” one reporter shouted. “Is it true you are Mr. Havisham’s secret lover? We have photos from the office. From the masked party. Everything.” Annabelle stepped closer. Her voice sounded sweet but poisonous. “Smile for the cameras, darling,” she said. “The world deserves to see the real you. The girl who spreads her legs for power and money.” More photos flashed. Leaked pictures appeared on screens around us: me bent over the desk, me at the party, me leaving the penthouse tonight. My face looked clear in all of them.

Patricia sat in the hotel’s business center with her computer. She opened her phone and called the number she had saved under “Media Contact.” “Hello?” the woman answered. “This is Patricia Weston. I have something for you.” “What kind of something?” the voice asked. “A story. Ace Blacke. Exclusive.” The line was quiet for a moment. “I’m listening.” “It’s about his private life. He’s been having an affair.” “Do you have proof?” “Yes.” “With whom?”

No shell. “Oh, wow.” Patricia gaped. “I’ll let you off this time, Raven.” Raven smirked as he leaned on his seat. Before she eats, she looks at everyone. “Oh, gorgeous people,” Patricia added as she stood. “By the way, my name is Patricia. I am Hyacinth’s best friend. The one and only.” “Workhalic,” I mumbled. “She’s a workaholic. She doesn't have time for me and she is already married.”

Kaden Ansel was quiet all through the drive to Patrica’s place, ignoring both Grey and I’s conversations and poorly thought through jokes, but the second we got down from the car, and Patrica came out of her home to welcome us, his game face was on. Patrica was a beautiful witch, with eyes filled with mischief. She was a short curvy girl with a body to die for and if Ansel didn’t already have her, I would certainly want to have her. Although sharing wasn’t bad, but I have a feeling Patricia had feelings for Ansel.

Great. … I don’t know what I was expecting after Zak’s talk just now but the very attractive women sitting in front of me right now was very far from whatever it was that I was expecting. She was gorgeous and so perfect that I couldn’t understand why Zak was having any issues. Annie has the figure of a model, brown wavy hair, blue eyes, beautiful pink cheeks and a very cheerful smile. She seems innocent, young and full of optimism. I think I’ve probably ran into her a couple of times at those social gatherings or fashion shows. Not that I’ve spoken to her much before. So, this is Annie Ritza, the sole heir to the Ritza global hotel chain.