Peyton Coffee Booty Novels & Stories

“Gotta love the new economy.” “Just cut back on coffee and avocado toast, and you’ll be fine,” Jules teased. “Next you’ll tell me to pull myself up by the bootstraps.” She rolled her eyes. “Does anyone know what bootstraps are?” Peyton spoke up, his deep baritone playful. He didn’t speak much, and his voice so didn’t match his body. “I’ve seen boots with laces and Velcro, but never straps.” “Huh. I’ve never thought about that,” I said. He had a point. What were bootstraps?

Including this one. He was tall, muscular, Chiseled, handsome, Rich...And he was a Playboy. He easily got whatever had an attractive body with panties underneath to his bed in mere days. He walked into his luxurious penthouse after the elevator opened, and towards his bedroom. The room he had been in before was the normal room where he usually brought women. Here, he was alone and doesn't have some annoying scent clinging to his bed. And he's going to have to scrub himself to get rid of the one all over his body right now.

if it was Zander I would've happily agreed . But ....Autin gives me ..some wired vibes ... "So ..what will you like ?" Austin asked . "I'll order mine .." i say "Oh no ...its my treat " he grined . I sighted . Well ...who will turn down a free coffee ? After ordering a black coffee we sat down near the last window . "So ...you are very close to Peach ?" I smiled . "Yep " i reply . "Hmm..."I took a sip and sighted .The coffee is good here .

"I guess this means he's coming tonight." Peyton turned and mimicked her friend's pose. "He is and you promised to be nice." "Only because it's your birthday." She grinned, her pretty face transforming from irritated to the knock-'em-dead heart-stopper that sucked in men. "Happy thirtieth, you hag." "Thanks." Peyton laughed and shoved off the counter. "Come help me find something to wear while Joseph's occupied." While riffling through Peyton's closet, Kate tilted her head. "So, what did moneybags get you this year? A yacht? A third-world country?"

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

I tuck the sock a bit lower on my calf, so it’s not visible before repeating the process on my right foot. “It’s like Eli knows me. I mean really knows me,” Peyton declares. “These red booties are perfect. They’re soft, maybe calfskin. I mean I’d buy something like them. Wouldn’t I?” I nod. I can’t believe Eli bought two pairs of expensive boots on a whim. “Ready?” Peyton asks me with a bright smile. “No,” I state honestly. “C’mon,” she tugs on my arm. “Can you believe we’re hanging out with a famous rock band?”

"Ambulance? Are you trying to ruin my IPO? This is an important day for my company, and the media is all over this place! Are you trying to make me a laughingstock in the industry by calling you an ambulance right now?" Yvette leaned over suddenly to grab my hair, forcing me to look up. "That was only half a bottle of ointment. Why are you acting like you're hurt badly when those people in the comedy clips feel nothing after using the ointment? What kind of a man are you when you can't take a little pain?" Henry Curtis was laughing hard by her side while holding a selfie stick equipped with proper lighting. He was wearing a flamboyantly shiny suit and had on thick makeup while speaking out l

I was finishing up my makeup when Brittany walked in. “Hey!” She was wearing cargo pants, black fitted shirt with flowers on it. Even with her hair pulled into a high ponytail, she looked amazing. “I saw Piercy’s chest….” “He didn’t put a shirt on?” I asked, looking at her through the mirror. “Nope. He sure didn’t.” “Add that to the list of embarrassing things.” “Brett?” Gavin’s voice was closer than I expected. “Can I come in?” “Yeah, she’s dressed.” Brittany folded her arms.

"Is this garbage really what you came up with? If you submit trash like this again next week, the entire team will lose this month's bonus, and you can all start packing." Victor's icy gaze swept over everyone in the room. Heads immediately dropped, and no one dared to make a sound. I sat at the far end of the conference table, keeping my head down and pretending to take notes. In reality, both my hands were under the table, typing furiously on my phone. I opened the chat with my online boyfriend, whom I'd saved as "K." I sent him a photo I'd taken the night before, a shot of my legs in black lace stockings. Then I sent two messages. "K, my cold-blooded boss lost it again today. He chewed me

I raise my head and look at the barista, and I see Bobby. Crap. That pervert again. As he sees me noticing him, he puts up a smirk, “Where’s your boss?” he asked. “Jamie?” I mentioned. “Yeah.” Bobby nods, “Never had a chance to see him.” I scoff in my heart, like you are ever going to. Is Jamie Lee Peyton someone you can just meet in a coffee house? He is the owner and the CEO of Minerva, at the same time, the second child of Peyton Group, dude.