Pete Davidson Blonde Novels & Stories

That didn't mean that I felt comfortable in their presence. "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said again before smiling politely. "I should introduce you to my daughter as well. Rosie, this way!" David said to me before turning to call out to a lady who must have been his daughter. He waved her over with his hand. The blonde woman, dressed in a classy-looking rosy pink dress that seemed to match her name, bid farewell to the few people that she was talking to before quickly making her way towards us. I could tell from miles away that she was an outstandingly beautiful young woman. Unlike her father, who had a tense air around him, Rosie was all smiles. Looking at her felt like taking in a bre

“Well, for one, she’s a natural blonde. Taller than Jessie, a bit bigger in build. And her eyes aren’t green—they lack the… animation that Jessie’s have.” “Wait—she’s blonde?” I ask, the connection sparking in my mind like electricity. “Yes,” Miller replies. “She has long blonde hair in that photo, and it’s consistent in earlier records.” I turn to Lincoln. He’s already looking at me, realization dawning in his eyes. The lawn party. The woman Alan covered. The woman he hid more fiercely than anything—including me. “Jessie.” My name snaps me back. Pennet’s voice sharpens. “Were you aware that Alan knew about Blaire?”

“This hurts her so much, we need even the tiniest clue she could get in order for her to make him fall in love with her too.” “Mrs. Smith is this true?” Mr. Andrews asked her and hesitantly she nodded. “I’m not so sure what kind of women he likes but all the girlfriends he had in the past were blondes.” “So he kind of has like a blonde fetish or something,” Paige commented and then cleared her throat, and took some strands of Crystals blond hair in her hands. “You need to get a new hairstyle; something that would place all his attention on your hair. It doesn’t seem like it would be as hard as we think it would be. Is there any other thing, which might be of help to us?”

Time pas,sed and I was introduced to some of the people present before I excused myself for a drink. “You look stunning tonight,” he murmured, offering me a glass of champagne. I accepted it with a polite smile. “Flattery again? You’re consistent.” He chuckled. “I mean it. You steal the spotlight effortlessly.” I took a sip, avoiding his gaze. “So, what’s your endgame, David?” He raised a brow. “Endgame?” “You and I both know inviting me here wasn’t just about networking.” David smirked, clearly entertained. “I like your honesty.” He took a sip of his drink before leaning in slightly. “Alright, full disclosure. Yes, I wanted to make a statement by having Blaze Black’s wife on my arm tonight.

She looked ordinary with a childish face laughing eating an icecream. "Are you sure?", Damon reconfirmed. He couldn't believe that a kid like her could actually bring the nerve out of a human skull. "yes sir", david said. At the same moment, Eva's friend turned and Damon saw her. She was beautiful with silk hairs and perfect clothing. She had some perfect curves and her bouncing skirt was quite exposing. Her hairs were open and she had bright red lipstick. Damon smiled and called off the mission saying, "I don't really fight woman, especially nerds like her is not my type. However, that girl beside her... I want her on my bed tonight", Damon demanded and David nodded yes.

Gotta hit the iron when it's hot, and Pete had already expressed a desire to retire early and spend every waking breath with his wife and daughter. Discussing hot things, I didn't half look terrible in my Kiton suit. I'd eschewed the dress shirt in favor of a buttoned-up blazer that showcased my sculpt-like chest. I stopped on the red carpet to give the cameras a gleaming white grin, one hand casually jammed into my front pocket. I caught sight of Pete and Timothy chatting up a major TV executive I'd once fake-dated to keep her parents out of her hair. Pete wore an all-black three-piece, and Timothy wore. What the hell was she wearing? Some kind of burgundy velvet outfit that coordinated wit

Feeling conflicted and incredibly turned on, she tore her gaze away from his and raced back to her room. David watched the blonde run off and arched a brow, intrigued by her. Somehow the maid before him no longer seemed interesting. Heck, she had never seemed interesting. Susan or whatever the heck her name was. She had been too easy. Slobbering all over his dick like some possessed witch. Tossing her off his cock, he stepped away, eyes fixed on the spot the blonde had stayed a few moments before. "Damn," he whispered, recalling the look in her eyes. She had one of those wide alluring fuck-me eyes. Hazel ones that shifted with the light. Her lips had parted when she watched them. Oh, he'd li

Peters laughed patting him on the back. “Ah yes the bane of every man,” Mr. Peters replied, leading him through the small building. He introduced David to the small staff. The blonde, Tabitha Mathews, looked so damn familiar, but he couldn’t think where he had seen her before. Mrs. Simpson called over Mr. Peters as he made small talk with the other employees. The blonde gave him odd looks as if expecting something and he was just about to ask her what was up with her looking at him like that when Mr. Peters returned and ushered David to his office where he began to discuss the ins and outs of the company.

Her dark brown hair, olive complexion and hazel eyes passed down in one way or another to her children and grandchildren. Her mate David on the other hand looked completely out of place. His long dark brownish red hair put back in a neat braid that came to the middle of his back. His full red beard did nothing to hide his bright freckles against his pale skin. I laughed to myself. Paula was always nice but never very friendly. She seemed quite and reserved but her family told a different story. David would get top prize in a Willy Nelson look alike contest. The others were talking amongst themselves with the kids playing as soon as they were released from the cars.