Richard And Dawn Novels & Stories

I remembered how easily his presence affected me. I needed to be prepared. “Evening.” Richard chuckled. “Seven?” “Seven.” “I’ll tell Damian.” “Don’t make it sound like a date.” “It is a date.” “No, it’s wedding planning.” “A date to choose a wedding dress.” “Richard.” He laughed. “Saturday at seven.” I sighed. “Fine.” We ended the call.

The kitchen island turned into our own small feast. Dawn returned from the dining room with a pout. “Nothing this time.” “No luck?” I asked, though I already knew. She shook her head. “Sullivan’s gorgeous. Couldn’t be older than twenty-three. I really thought we might click.” Zina smirked. “He smiled at you.” Dawn’s mood lifted at once. “Right. Maybe I do have a chance. He’s staying three days.” Tina reminded us about breakfast at six-thirty sharp. Dawn and Zina left soon after, still buzzing about the night ahead.

"Time has done you good, Laura. You look stunning," he said, still looking at me. "Holy crap, I still can't believe I finally found you." Richard, who was next to me, laughed lightly and commented, "That's curious, first this place and then you, it seems that Laura never stops surprising me." He was referring to me coincidentally meeting billionaire Jason Davies. I had never told Richard about my story with Jason. I had already told him that I had been married and everything, but I had never told him who I was married to.

His presence filled every room like smoke. Mom announced she and Richard were going out of town for a long weekend starting tomorrow. A romantic getaway they'd been planning for months. They trusted us to "hold down the fort." On hearing that, I nearly dropped my coffee. Four whole days alone with Damon.?! He caught my eye across the kitchen and smiled like he already knew exactly how those four days were going to go. "Should be interesting," he said casually from across the kitchen but his voice carried a dark edge that made my core clench.

“How are you doing, Richard?” “I am good. But I do not have a delightful news.” He said. Xander furrowed his brows, still watching Nina as she attempted to cross. “What is going on?” “Asher, he met up with Dawn some days ago. I wasn’t sure if it was her when one of my men sent me the images, but she was the one. And from the little my man heard, I don’t think they have anything good planned. Did something happen between you and Dawn…..”

for him to come in shortly just as his secretary said. "Uhmm" began Peter. "I've been meaning to tell you. Julia and I made up. " I nodded with my eyes fixed on the television while Layo chuckled. "Actually, we're not too solid but she thinks we should give it another try. " he added. "People break up and make up. " I replied still not looking at him. "And it's all because of you Fetty that we are back. " he said. "Me? " I asked finally looking at him. "Yes. You. " he said. "She must have giving you a relationship talk then. " said Layo with a wink. "Exactly bro." replied Peter. "Her weird counselling kind of helped and am gonna be more sensitive and available now. " he said. "Am glad it d

I immediately laughed, "Richard, unfortunately, I've got to go first." "Alright, let's talk another time." Richard watched as we got into the cars in front of us and left. At that moment, Dowen and I were sitting in the same car. Dowen had been my right-hand man for only a few years, so he had never met Richard before. However, Dowen had seen Richard's photos several times. Richard in the photo was high-spirited and full of desire for power. When Dowen saw Richard just now, he was shocked. It was because the Richard he had just met and the Richard in the photograph seemed like two very different men.

Dax responded. 15 minutes later Rich is in Dax's room. "What's up?" Dax asked. "Jake, being his usual jerk self." Richard replied. "What did he do now?" Dax sighed. Rich fills Dax in about dinner the night before. He also tells him about Tamera. "I'll talk to him." Dax said. "I really like this girl." Richard explained. "Okay?" Dax said, confused. "Well." Richard said. "Just spit it out already." Dax replied.

“Shit! You scared me.” Richard grinned, shrugging, hands raised in mock surrender. “Désolé, mon ami. I thought you’d move out of this apartment, but not all the way home. Honestly…” His voice wavered, and he looked away, one hand brushing his cheek. “…I feel like crying.” Damon leaned back against the edge of the counter, smirking, one brow raised. “Relax. I’m not dead yet.” “Richard walked in properly, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the room like he was memorising it. “So this is really happening?”