Pocketbook Women Novels & Stories

“What in the world?” She turned on the overhead light and opened her bag wide, pulling out the larger objects, like her wallet and makeup bag. Nearly everything was out, and the journal wasn’t there. It wasn’t a huge book, only about the size of her palm, but it was thick and heavy, so there was no way she was missing it.

The top is a little cropped, showing off a tiny glimpse of my belly. To accessorise, I pick little bracelet with black gems, matching earrings and necklace around my neck, the pendant resting between my cleavage. A pair of black heeled sandals on my feet. I see no need for a purse since I’m home, so with my phone in hand and one last look in the mirror, I decide I’m good to go and leave the room. A wise woman once said, All women want the same thing, A powerful man. In terms of wealth, power and connections because it brings security to a woman and her children. To provide and protect.

she continued eagerly, “something you could use for a quick getaway, or just to run errands when you don’t want to carry the whole thing.” She practically beamed with excitement, probably imagining her commission. But I didn’t mind. I had a man who insisted I spend his money, and damn it—I was doing my best to obey. “Let me see that,” I said, nodding. “Also, I’d love to look at a new wallet—something elegant, timeless, something that goes with everything.” “Perfect,” she said, already moving away to fulfill my requests. I leaned in closer to the bag, peeking inside the spacious compartment. It had side pockets for smaller things—keys, lip balm, anything you didn’t want rattling around. It wa

Chapter 22 - You can’t decide what’s important for other people ‘This fucking bitch.’ The girl thought to herself as she opened a pink bag that was sitting under the table. The girl saw a wallet, sanitizer, pen, and paper. There was nothing other than that and it made her frown even more. She grabbed the black wallet and opened it to see 10 bucks in cash and no cards other than her I.D. ‘Is this even her bag?’ The girl searched and couldn’t find anything of importance other than her wallet, it didn’t even have any cards in it.

Even Dalya was confused with Jewel's blabbering. Jewel shook her head. "Alright, alright. Here! You buy books at NBS and at Pandayan. Buy all their books. Pick the one with the beautiful covers. The woman in a bikini or maybe the topless man... whatever! Just make sure it's erotica. Use that card. Empty it or not, I don't care! Just buy me an entire room of erotica. Do you hear me?" "Uh..." Dalya looked on the card in her hand. "But M-Miss..."

"I hope that once my memory returned I'd be wealthy enough to pay him back. The value of the clothes alone is worth a fortune." "Ah, don't stress over it. Zane is loaded, he wouldn't even notice these small handouts," the woman reassured me. Still, I continued to shake my head in disagreement. "Listen, if you ever need clothes again, feel free to come back. I'd be happy to help you personally. Here's my business card." I accept the card from her, it reads Joyce Pacell, owner and designer of the Pacell Group of Companies. "Do you have any job openings? I would have loved to work and contribute towards my stay at the Alpha," I asked. The woman looked up in surprise.

On his head is an elegant hat, and his hair is neatly tied back. In her hand is a white leather wallet, and her feet are wearing black high heels. Every item on her body is not cheap. The whole body exudes the aura of a successful woman full of charm, and extremely sexy. Such a woman is no wonder that JK's director Mark Anthony and the late president of S Corporation are so fascinated by the soul.

Unobtrusive. She pulled it out and began packing with systematic precision. Two changes of clothes. Comfortable. Easy to move in. Underwear. Socks. A jacket that didn't look expensive but was warm. Toiletries in travel sizes. The small amount of cash she had saved from household allowances over the years, folded flat in a zippered compartment. Her passport, expired but still valid identification. The notebook. A phone charger—though she had no phone now, she would need it later.

I show you if you buy me a mobile”, she said. “We will”, Henry promised. Soon the woman brought out another mobile hidden under the folds of her dress. “New Mobile?”, she asked smilingly. Henry paid her fifty thousand Baht “Too much”, the old woman returned forty thousand Baht to Henry saying “Only 10,000 Baht for very good phone.” Amelia hugged the woman touched by her honesty and told her to keep the money as gift, but the woman wouldn’t take more than 10k.

Everyone seems to be fine with me, and I'm being treated like a person, not Bunny Wild. It's unusual. Sure, many of them recognise me, but they don't say anything. They address me as Miss Burns or Alexis. "Mr Westbrook," I say as I stop ahead of him. "I wanted to thank you and your son for all your help with Clara's case," I say, and he nods. "Clara is a wonderful young woman. The case is an important one. It is set to force changes within the business, not just yours but all the others within the working women sector. It only takes one person to stand up, and more will speak out," he smiles at me.