Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

“That woman… the woman in the red dress… who is she really? Why did Adrian call her his first love? Why didn’t I ever know?” “The woman in red?” Lila frowned. “Do you know her?” Rosemary shook her head, her face filled with anguish. “No. But she smirked at me, Lila. As if she had already won Adrian’s heart.” Lila clenched her fists. “If I ever meet that woman, I’ll slap her.” Rosemary gave a bitter smile. “Slapping her won’t erase the shame I felt tonight. It won’t erase the disgusted looks people gave me while I stood there. It won’t erase their laughter, Lila. I… I was humiliated.”

It’s tiny like a pinhole, but boy, does it capture everything. “Fuck! Your cock is huge! Shove it in me harder!” Ms. Redhead moaned and screamed. “Take all of it.” He said, thrusting into her. “That’s my slutty assistant. You like my cock punishing your pussy, don’t you?” “Fuck YES! Harder! Make me take it, baby!” She screamed out.

I should have listened to my instinct. I look at the lingerie. I pull it, and when it snaps back, it hits my skin hard. The pain—nothing compared to the pain in my chest. “I shouldn’t have worn this shit,” I mutter. I walk up to the mirror. It only makes everything worse. “Shit… my eyes are so red.” Why did I let a man turn me into this? Even my perfect blonde hair is shrinking. “Oh no… oh no…” I cover my face in shame.

Their breakup remains unknown, but rumors about a third party are swirling around. Leila Walter was another stunning redhead. He definitely lived up to his reputation as Mr. Dangerous. Always playing around, having a good time, as if life was one big game. My screen continued to display more redheads. Damn, they were gorgeous, chic, and classy in every photo. What was the deal with his obsession with red hair? But Zoey was blonde… The next morning, I woke up to find myself drooling on my pillow. I had overslept a big time.

"She's really sweet and beautiful and smart." Someone laughed. "dude, are you trying to fuck her or marry her. Cut it out with all the sweet and beautiful and smart shit. She's one sexy little vixen. I bet she's a tiger in bed. Red heads are always exceptional in bed." My fists clenched at my side and I was tempted to go in there and beat the soul out of that little punk, but I held myself back. I couldn't out myself like that that I had been eavesdropping.

They laughed and went wild on the dance floor. I sipped some beer when I saw Liam pissed off about something, slamming his phone on the table. "What is it?" I asked frowning "Nothing," he replied with a snort. I rolled my eyes and then looked at a table, where a girl, a redhead, was very shamelessly eyeing my cousin. "The redhead’s been watching you for at least an hour," I said, drinking my beer. "I don’t care," Liam replied. "Why? To be faithful to your unfaithful woman?" I said, "I think you should relax a little, one way or another," I said shrugging.

When my face was so close, I could see that she was holding her breath and both of her cheeks were red. "You eat so badly, you look like you're 2 years old," I commented. "W-Would you please? T-Then I want to eat like that, you eat like a gay, you ask," she said while looking away to hide the blush on her cheeks, she's blushing damn, she's beyond beautiful. I frowned and laughed a little. "I'm not a gay, Shasha, I'm a man, do you want proof?" I teased. Her cheeks were even redder, as if she had eaten a lot of chili. She swallowed hard and nodded.

“Why the fuck do I feel this déjà vu feeling? Oh, yeah! Because I already experienced something similar, not long ago... with Harper.” Thinking of her makes me feel terrible guilt. I'm cheating on her! Why the hell does this matter matter so much to me? If in the past I have not had any problem with having "partners" and in the same way fucking with other women. Without any regrets. I look around me. Many people. I do not count them, but I estimate that there are almost twenty people. Everyone looks at me. I feel like a fucking newbie! My thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of a spectacular redhead, dressed in a pale pink bathrobe, on silver sandals with heels that measure at least si

Shit. "Excuse me," she exclaims, her voice sounding a lot like nails on a chalkboard. "You probably didn't know this yet, but Liam is with me now." She states matter of factly. "He prefers redheads, obviously." She narrows her eyes at Lilah and flips her red hair over her shoulder looking at me expectantly like I should be confirming her crazy accusations. Didn't I tell her not so nicely ten minutes ago that I wasn't interested? Lilah looks between me and the angry red head carefully assessing the situation. "I'm sorry, Asshat. I didn't realize you had a thing for redheads?" She says leaning away and taking her hands off me.

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!