Sarah Blake Cheeks Novels & Stories

“And if that’s not good enough, you should know Thomas doesn’t blame you at all.” “Alright. I’m glad to hear it.” Some of my guilt eased. “So I did a good job, didn’t I?” Sarah asked, looking around the meeting hall. “Did you see Chelsie’s face? She was all like…” she mocked the shocked, angry look on the blonde idiot’s face. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I will enjoy that memory for a long time,” I admit. “She looked like she was about to explode. You ruined her plans to make me look like an idiot.”

I groaned at the voice interrupting us and we broke away from the kyss ti see Sarah standing at the door with her eyes red and her face swollen like she's been crying When our eyes met however, she gave me a hard glare before turning her gaze to Blake. "I'm having an episode Blake," She said in a whiny voice that gave Me chills, "I need you," Blake looked around and scratched his head uncomfortably. "Go and meet Max. I'm a little busy at the moment," "Max would rather bully me. So would anyone else. Please…." "Now Sarah, you know they all love you. You just don't make it very easy to love you,"

I managed, sounding almost too cheerful for the kind of shock I haven't recovered from. Although Sarah still looked confused, the frown stayed. It wasn’t like she saw anything obvious, but Rachel’s hair looked like she’d just gone ten rounds in a boxing ring. And those swollen lips… yeah, I wasn’t even going to pretend I hadn’t had something to do with that. Still, I doubted Sarah’s wildest imagination would go there. At least, not with me and her daughter. She exhaled slowly, her gaze moving between Rachel and me again. I kept my face neutral.

I blinked. Then I looked closer. Her face was a messy mix of colors that didn’t belong together. A thick layer of powder sat unevenly on her cheeks, clinging to some spots and missing others, leaving patches of her natural skin showing through. Bright red lipstick had been dragged far past the lines of her lips, smudged at the corners and faintly streaked across one cheek where she must have wiped her face.

Sam is bombarded, crying a mess without thinking about what she is saying. I looked at Sarah, and her face was worth watching. She became all red because of embarrassment, and her blood rushed from her cheek to her neck. Gosh, looking at that, my blood rushed to my lower region. She looks divine with rosy cheeks. How do I want to suck them in? She completely avoided me, clearing her throat. "Who says I am a virgin"? She was lilting and fuming.

Blake grabbed her, lifting her body slightly as his movements stopped. Sarah’s face flushed deep red with excitement. Her eyes lost focus as she began babbling nonsense. “Master… Daddy… Please… Wait…” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a desperate blur. Blake suddenly pulled himself out of her, earning an annoyed whimper from Sarah. That only earned her another slap—this time between her thighs—followed by the faint sound of liquid dripping onto the floor. “You like that, don’t you?” Blake narrowed his eyes at her reflection in the mirror. Three of his fingers pushed easily inside her.

Beatrice Blake stormed into the Blake mansion like a thundercloud, her heels clacking sharply against the marble floor with every step she took. Her perfectly styled hair, usually untouched by so much as a breeze, was slightly tousled from the frenzy of the night. Her makeup, still immaculate, did nothing to hide the fury burning in her eyes. The entire drive home had been a blur of boiling rage, disbelief, and humiliation. The fact that Sarah, that girl, had played her so masterfully in front of all those people, in front of the entire industry, gnawed at every inch of her pride. She yanked off her gloves and tossed them onto the nearest console table, already calling out for one of the hou

I teased. Sarah laughed, her cheeks flushing a light pink. “I don’t!” “Yeah, yeah… I’m done crying now, spill the tea between you and Marco immediately!”

She had a royal blue triangled bikini with tied string sides, making it look appealing to Blake’s eyes. “I like the color, and it goes great with the fiery red hair,” Blake commented. With a smile, Sara reentered the booth, and she had two more to show to Blake for his opinion. Last was Sylvia, with her long jet-black hair covering her breasts. She appeared in a black micro-bikini. There was not much to the suit, and Blake was astounded by the outfit’s look or what it lacked of. Sylvia’s large breasts defied gravity as the little cloth only covered her areolas and nipples as the little cloth was covering her shaven pussy. When she turned around, only a thin string was showing in the crack of

Marcus raises his hand at Blake but he nods it off. "Blake, what's-" He lifts his head, looking at me and my eyes widen. A huge purple bruise covers his left cheek, right under his eye. A small red cut on his bottom lip. "Holy crap! Blake, what happened?" I rush over to him, lightly grabbing his chin. I turn his cheek towards me to inspect it, softly running my fingers along the purple skin. He slightly flinches. His eyes meet mine, mine being full of worry. "I'm fine." He mumbles, jerking his head from my hold.