Put On The Red Light Roxanne Novels & Stories

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

Roxy’s POV My face flourished with mild make up, pink blush and lipstick, my light Olive skin gleamed, all thanks to my newly acquired beauty products and my hair was gathered in a pineapple updo, with well laid edges and thanks to my curl-enhancing product, my curls were defined and voluminous dangling down my high ponytail. My revenge glam was activated. “Roxette Benette.” The clerk called and I rushed to her standing desk. I had been waiting for over thirty minutes, and I was starting to get hijacked by nerves.

"...at the beautiful bride and her loving groom as they give us their couples dance!" A hearty appluase filled the room, almost deafening Roxanne's ears. "Oh my God! It's time!" Rayla said, clapping with excitement. Her red gown and red lipstick caused her to appear dangerous, just as dangerous as she really was. Her eyes fell on Roxanne. "Hurry Roxy! Mount the stage first!" She said again. Roxanne fought the urge to empty her glass of champagne on her sister's perfectly dyed blonde hair. Instead, she sipped from the glass and threw everyone a smile as she rose up.

It was four thirty already. "Good Morning, Sir." Jordan greeted. "Good Morning, Jordan." Jaxon responded. Roxanne also greets Jordan. Jordan opened the doors. Jaxon and Roxanne went in, laughing like children. Jordan stood outside, guarding the door. Roxanne connected her phone to a speaker and began to play a song, while Jaxon settled down in front of the stage. Roxanne took off the jacket. She was wearing a four piece lacy blue lingerie and thigh high boots. She twirled around the pole first, before going low slowly, teasingly opening and closing her thighs. Her ass bounced as she danced. Jaxon was smiling at her as he watched her. He held a bundle of dollar notes in one hand. Roxanne got

“We settled down on our seats, and I watched as the blue light completed Roxanne’s skin. Her skin was glowing under the light, and her eyes shone brightly, holding sparkles in them. “What do you want, my lady?” I asked sweetly, and she just rolled her eyes at me, making a funny face. “I don’t know, maybe tequila or champagne,” she said. “Okay, do you need anything else?” I asked and proceeded to stand up from my seat. "No, and why are you standing up?” Roxanne asked with an amused look on her face.

" He is going to be blown away " said Roxanne finishing up her final touches " You look incredibly beautiful " Roxanne had dressed her up in one of her really tight fitting midnight blue dress - which accentuated her hour glass figure really well . Pretty Hydrangeas decorated her overly complex side braid and as Rosalie looked at her reflection in the mirror , she realized that Roxanne wasn't just paying merely lip service infact even she agreed thar tonight she looked exceptionally beautiful .

Her strapless red jumper was cut so low her pink aerosols threatened to jump out. “Give me whatever he’s having,” she ordered the bartender before giving Wayne a coy smile. “Now tell me, Wayne, how is Daniel doing with that bitch who stole my man?” Wayne slammed his glass onto the bar top again. “Watch your mouth, Roxanne. Jane’s pure. She’s nothing like you!”

With the pain, tears started to spill over. "Maybe you should come home tomorrow. We—" I could not finish my sentence. Betty's voice cut in again. "Darren... Go faster, don't stop!" Darren caught his breath, a long pause followed before he spoke to me. "Claire, when I get back, we'll throw you the most amazing crowning ceremony. We'll cover the place with roses, your favorites." His voice was a whisper, breathy and distant. For a second, I could not tell who he was really talking to.

We both jumped back, pretending to browse other racks like innocent angels. "Sorry! I’ll look after them," Pari blurted quickly, her cheeks turning pink from embarrassment as she grabbed our wrists and dragged us out of the store. "Stop embarrassing yourselves, you two," she scolded, giving me a sharp slap on the head. "Ow! What was that for?" I frowned, rubbing the spot and turning my face away like an offended cat. "Stop throwing tantrums, Roohi," she said, tugging me toward another shop.

That sense of dominance sent shivers of anticipation up and down her back. “A pity. We’ll see you at the Watering Hole tonight, then. Stop by tonight. There’s a live band playing, and wings are cheap.” “If we can, we will.” The two men walked off once the packages were in the Jeep. With friendly smiles and waves. Once they were out of sight, Jules turned to Rose. “Wow. I think I just might have met my mate. Or my nemesis. Either way, I want a look under the cover, if you get what I mean?”