Rachel Zane Nudes Novels & Stories

My hormones are driving me insane, and now, as I stare at his sleek, total daddy body, I can feel pulsations between my legs. I need sex. Without it, I'm going to die. So I do what any warm-blooded woman would do in my situation and strip naked. My clothes land in a heap by my feet, and I even remove my bra. In my opinion, my big mama appearance isn't sexy, but I know how much Zane loves my breasts. The areolas seem darker, and my size has gone from average to huge. I feel like a sexual creature, even with my stretch marks, and walk over to a panting Zane with confident strides. He has put down the weights, and at least one set is finished.

Zayn sure was lively … She couldn't help but say to Rachel, "Maybe we should just end him." Rachel hesitated, "What about the company? Will you come back to run it?" Larissa scratched her head in frustration. She wished Rachel wouldn't ask her. Or else she would regret it. Deeply regret it! Zayn waved ahead, "Honey, Rachel, come over here!" He was like a seductive temptress, beckoning at the entrance of the supermarket. As they walked through the supermarket's entrance, they were greeted by rows of skincare product shelves. Coincidentally, the products endorsed by Zayn were on display. Posters of his handsome and chiseled face were plastered everywhere.

Sober enough to witness the disgusting scene on the leather sofa in the living room. Zane was leaning back against the sofa with the top buttons of his shirt undone. Sitting on his lap was a blonde woman in a revealing dress, busily licking his neck and leaving crimson marks on his skin. The woman was Violet Iris, the rising actress whose photos with Zane had gone viral just a few hours ago. To be honest, this wasn't a new sight for Emma. For seven years, she had grown accustomed to watching Zane move from one woman to another. But tonight, after her hopes had been shattered at her best friend's wedding, it felt as though her heart was being crushed to pieces.

I bite the inside of my cheeks, trying to stifle the laugh, as Zane pinches the bridge of his nose. “Well it’s true. You’ve watched me kick ass.” “And I loved it. I loved how you showed every single male here exactly how dangerous you could be.” He leans forward, planting his hands firmly on the bed. “What I do not love is other males seeing—or imagining—my woman, naked.” I lift a brow. “Excuse me, If I want to walk around naked, I should be allowed to.” “You absolutely are.” He tilts his head. “It's the witnesses who'll have a very unfortunate day.”