Sha'carri Richardson Hot Novels & Stories

She knew that eventually, he would be back home, she would cherish the memories they had shared and the bond they had formed. She wanted to show him how much she cared for him, and she knew that a simple "thank you" wouldn't be enough. So, she decided to do something bold and unexpected. She went shopping and bought a sexy outfit, something she would never normally wear. She wanted to surprise Delcan and show him how she truly felt. She knew it was a risk, but she was willing to take it. She texted him and told him to come home early. But he tried cause he was busy at work. He had been working late for weeks, and he missed spending time with her. When he walked through the door, he was surpr

He gave me the menu book and suggested me to try the steak, and I agreed. "You know, I saw you here the day I moved into the apartment?" I asked, opening the conversation. Richard raised both his eyebrows with a look of disbelief. "Then why didn't you come in? We could have eaten together, and I wouldn't have had to look for you," Richard sarcastically retorted. I laughed softly. "It wasn't me, it was Sharon. She suddenly—" My sentence was cut off by the sound of Richard's cell phone. "What? They're done? The gym, you said? What gym? MMA? Who is his name?"

because things always get messier when Richard gets involved in them. I drop my car at the parking space of a five-star hotel. Richard texted me the location along with his suite room number. it isn't any unusual for me to find Richard staying at a luxury hotel, his love for extravagance has always been very well known. he never had the fear of being exposed so he always opted to be more lavish making his presence evident where ever he went. I guess being a bad guy along with money and resources gives you the power to think yourself being on top of the world. and no one better than Richard can define it.

The door opened moments later, and in stepped Sandra, followed by Sasha, her face pale, her eyes darting nervously between Richard and me. Richard’s voice was low but filled with anger. “Who are you working for, Sasha?” he demanded, his tone firm and unwavering. Sasha flinched, her face going pale as she struggled to meet his gaze. She remained silent, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. Sandra, standing beside her, looked just as confused, her brow furrowed in confusion. “I won’t ask you again,” Richard said, his voice growing colder. “Who the hell sent you?”

finally I explained this. "Yeah, wait, you got married to Zuriel Richardson. Oh God I didn't realise that before," she exclaimed. "Is he really that rich?" She whispers and I sense she can't be able to believe it. "It's Zuriel Richardson we are talking about," I added sarcastically.

I was dressed adequately by Yara and my wavy brunette hair was combed until it shone and my scalp ached also by her. Yara straightened, my reddish brown hair tumbling behind my back. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door opening followed by quick footsteps but before I could react in time, I was grabbed by strong hands. A smile instantly crept from the corner of my lips the moment I sighted Richard from the big mirror. “Why do you look so hot?” He whispered seductively into my ears. “I was born to look sexy,” I whispered back, teasing him. Yara suddenly cleared her throat across the room as she walked out of my closet.

My eyes darted to Zoey just in time to see her slip a tiny remote from the strap of her thong and press it, her gaze never leaving mine. “Ready for Sasha Fierce?” She teased, the corner of her lips curving into that smirk that made my cock throb hungrily inside my pants. I let out a short breath, unable to look away. I leaned backwards, my back to the bed’s headboard. “Show me what Sasha Fierce has got.” Her grin deepened, a spark flashing in her eyes as she circled the pole. Her fingers glided along the metal slowly, her hips rolling in time with the beat. Slowly, smooth, controlled, and absolutely wicked.

"This woman, is the wife of my son, Jack Reeves. She's the current owner of Greenlake, and that family stole her money to build the nightclubs and brothels you used to visit. And you know what the best part is? Jennifer Dunn is the daughter of Miranda Kiehl, the mistress of Matthew Patt, the hit man who is wanted by the FBI." Shawn said nothing, but the man understood the pictures he was looking at. "You've turned the daughter of a terrorist into an artist, Shawn White. Since when did you become so stupid over the crotch of a slut like her? Jennifer Dunn is the biological daughter of Miranda Kiehl and Alex Harris Freeman, a terrorist who is now wanted by the FBI." Not wanting to mince words,

Richard asked with interest but pissing off Hero. "I'm sophomore, and you?" I exclaimed. "I'm graduating this year," Richard said gladly. "Oh, congratulation!" I blurted out smiling. "Did you came here to watch or chat, Shasha?" asked the young master with sarcasm. I looked at him and quieted. "Is he angry?" Richard asked whispering into my ear which did not missed in Hero's eyes. "Maybe he is in his period," I said joking then giggled and made Richard laughed. The young master already was holding his temper. How could his woman flirty with the stranger.

A sharp, definitive gesture. In front of the mirror this time, I contemplate myself. Elara Vance. Heiress. CEO of Vance Holdings. Multi-billionaire. One of the most feared women in financial circles. The face is a mask of cold porcelain. The eyes, an icy blue, betray nothing. The lips are a serious line, without a trace of lipstick. Perfection is a fortress. No one will see the inner tremors. No one will guess the mark hidden beneath the expensive fabric. No one will suspect that, the night before, this same woman knelt, blind and trembling, to have her very body taken from her.