Patricia Heaton Hot Novels & Stories

I pressed, but the teacher did not know. "Oh right, another woman and a little girl followed along at the time." I quickly leaned forward, my heart racing. "Is the little girl from the same kindergarten? What did she look like?" "She has blonde and curly hair—" My stomach dropped. I knew immediately that she was Chloe Rearden's kid. Chloe had the same blonde, curly hair. She was Charles' first love, his obsession since high school. For Chloe, he sacrificed everything—better university offers, promising job opportunities, even his relationship with his parents.

Rhea Madam Rhea gazed silently at the screen of her phone. On it, was a text message sent by an unknown messenger wishing for them to meet. Albeit curious as to how this person was able to have her private number, she was more curious when the content of the message stated that the mysterious messenger is able to provide evidence to Elaine’s domestic abuse case.

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

“I heard Mr. Stone is such a hot man. And so stinkingly rich,” I curl my lips in disgust and stare at Cersei as she rants to Patricia. “I know. I’ve seen him on the news a handful of times. He’s so personal. Doesn’t put himself in the media like others. That’s why I wanted the role. At least, I can have personal time with the state’s richest daddy,” Patricia fans herself, clearly blushing. Huh!? So, she isn’t doing this because she wants to handle the project, but because she wants to get close to the investor?

He wants to help. I ask how. He says he has been doing research. On Patricia. On her sister. On the baby. He has a contact in the medical records department at the old Preston mansion’s clinic. Someone who owed him a favor. He found something. I ask what. His voice drops. He says Patricia’s sister was treated there. For infertility. Years ago. The treatments were expensive. Patricia paid for them. In exchange, the sister agreed to give Patricia any child born from the treatments.

Charlotte queried, buying herself a gaze from Cohen. Cohen turned his neck and immediately, as his gaze met with his mother, he nodded. “Yes, this is because of Patricia,” he confirmed. “I am talking back to you because of the only woman I have ever loved. Because of the woman I thought I could hate. The only woman whose presence gives me joy.” “How dare you call Patricia the source of your joy? Anna, what about her? How do you want her to feel if she should hear this statement?” Charlotte reprimanded.

She and Scott hadn't even had sex. Never going to either. "There was no plan, Patricia—" "Oh please, don't bullshit me." Patricia cut her off impatiently. "I know you did it to keep the last name. I can't blame you either—Hunter money is hard to pass up." Money. That's all Patricia ever cared about, and she wasn't hiding it. "I'm just saying." Patricia continued. "You might be back, but I doubt anyone would accept you considering…" She trailed off. Then Patricia leaned forward.

"I'm going to have to go so I can get cleaned up now. Paul, Patricia, thank you for sharing that with me. That was so fucking hot." "You're welcome," I panted. "It was pretty damned intense for us, too. That's only the second time I've come in her ass, by the way. It was impossibly good the first time, but this may have even been hotter." Mom had looked on the verge of saying something until she had heard Jeannie say "Patricia" on the phone. After that, she just nodded enthusiastically. "Mmm, sweet dreams little brother," Jeannie said naughtily.

She reached down and lifted the edge of the duvet, pulling the heavy fabric away from her hips. Riven was there. He was positioned between her legs, his head buried deep in her heat. He didn't stop when she discovered him. He was focused, his tongue working with a relentless, sweeping motion across her clit. He was licking her pussy with a hunger that suggested he hadn't had enough of her in the last twelve hours.

“Patricia, come and meet Mr. Zamora!” Zack immediately shouted at Patricia. “Hello.” Patricia forced a smile in response. When Xavian saw Patricia, he was instantly stunned. Patricia was stunning! It was like she had stepped out of a fairy tale! A week ago, when Patricia was known as the most beautiful woman in Hattan, he had wanted to meet her. Unfortunately, she was then disfigured and imprisoned by the Jepperd family. But her beauty had since been restored, and she looked more charming than she was in the photos back then.