Richard & Judy's Bookclub Novels & Stories

I met her through an art gallery exhibit where Gwyneth took me and she was introduced by our common friend Richard Schwartz whom I call Ricky. The first time I met Jolene, she was very fun to be with and truly an excellent conversationalist who can keep the conversation going for hours. We got along pretty well and talked about the same interests which ignited that sexual feeling I was being pulled towards her enchanting personality. She was a charmer. A fucking charmer.

Richard said, stood up, tapped Justin on his right shoulder and left the room. Juiliard had waited for some minutes before eating because he wondered if it was poisoned or not. He decided to go with his mind that his brother wouldn't kill him over little issues. He had eaten his food halfway when Richard came in. "I see you aren't done with your food dear brother." 'Dear brother? Richard never called him that unless something big was about to happen.' "Yes , I'm about done though," Juiliard said with a smile. "So, I see you found out my little secret."

"I've lost hope of finding her. She went missing twenty years ago, and I don't think I'll ever find her." Richard said nothing further, preferring to stay silent. "How is my daughter-in-law doing?" Julio inquired. "She's fine," Richard replied briefly. "Now that you're married to Kristin, does that mean your hatred for women is slowly fading?" "My hotel is hosting an annual event this weekend. You should come." "Why do you always change the subject when I ask questions? Loosening up a bit wouldn't hurt," Julio murmured. Richard remained silent. Julio stood and patted Richard on the shoulder. "I didn't press you about your life because I didn't want to impose, but sometimes sharing your pain

Rachel greeted her and quickly turned to go, but no, Judith couldn't let her go in peace. "We meet again…" Judith muttered coldly, glaring at her "...What are you doing here?" "What sort of question is that?" Rachel asked firmly. She could see that Judith was trying to bully her, looking for a way to have some control over her. She would make sure Judith doesn't get what she wants. "This Library belongs to this family" "That clearly means you shouldn't be here…" Judith sneered at her "It's not like your marriage to George will last beyond one year, doesn't that make you an outcast?"

I didn’t wonder what they were for. “What do you think?” Richard set drinks on the table then slid in beside me. “This is The Rack, isn’t it?” While I was ordering Italian food a few weeks ago, the host and hostess had mentioned that Richard had been seen here. X racks in the corners of the room were occupied by people getting whipped or stroked. “I’ve never been here.” “Yes. It’s a private club. I’ve been here a few times.” Richard checked his watch, “In five minutes we have an appointment.”

Jake didn't notice the way I said it back. "Richard," I repeated. He smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. Dinner was awkward. Jake's mom talked about the book club. Jake talked about the playoffs. I pushed food around my plate and tried not to look at Richard. He sat across from me. Every time I looked up, he was watching. Under the table, I crossed my legs. Pressed my thighs together. I was already wet. I had been wet since I walked through the front door. After dinner, Jake's mom suggested cards. We sat at the dining table. Jake is on my left. His mom is on my right. Richard is across from me.

Chapter 187: Olive's POV I followed Michelle deeper into Judy's suite, my eyes taking in every detail of the space that had clearly been his sanctuary, the modern furniture that somehow managed to look both expensive and comfortable, the bookshelves lined with titles ranging from business textbooks to classic literature, the photographs carefully arranged on various surfaces showing Judy at different stages of his life. But what struck me most was how lived-in it all felt, how personal, like Judy had actually spent significant time here rather than treating it as just another room in his mother's massive house.

I checked the time,omg it 3 pm already Wow time really do fly I guess, it must be Bianca or Richard Richard didn't say the specific time he will be home,I packed the books lying on the floor back into the bookshelf and went out to open the door. TBC

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

“Tonight is your wedding night. Don’t make that poor girl suffer any more than she already has. Go to her. Be a husband.” Richard gave a single nod and headed upstairs. However, instead of turning toward the master bedroom, he veered left and disappeared into his private study. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him with finality. Granny Emma stood alone in the dimly lit hallway, her heart heavy with empathy for Jenny. She wondered how long it would take for her grandson to finally loosen up and smile at someone other than her. The boy she had raised with so much love had built walls so high that even she sometimes struggled to reach him. Still, she held onto hope. Jenny seemed different