Novel & Cerita Shameless Blake Collins

Collins. I blink as Collins sounds almost angry. His gorgeous blue eyes look intense, and he has a heavy frown. With his dark hair and those eyes, Collins is the sexiest man I know. He's big, easily over six feet, and has a body that looks like he spends all of his time in a gym.

And right now, rage sat on top of fear, and fear sat on top of shame, and shame sat on top of a day of breaking open and crying in front of everyone, and every layer down made her more raw. Collin’s throat worked. When he finally spoke, his voice was so soft she almost didn’t hear it. “Don’t ever say that to me again.” Her chest pulled. “Collin—” He shook his head once. Sharp. “You think I want to cage you?” His voice was shaking now. “You think I want you trapped? You think I get off on telling you where to go? Baylee Elizabeth, the only reason I am not physically on the ground begging right now is because I’m so goddamn mad I can’t make my knees work.”

Blake on the other hand studied business and seemed to always do things a bit differently although still successful. The whole family was beautiful, and all could be models. Of course! Blake’s hair was almost a cold black with beautiful waves, dark tan skin, and a naturally muscular body he did not even have to try to maintain. In college, it almost seemed every girl he smiled at at one point, or another was on his arm. He did not have to struggle which made him seem unreachable until that one night.

"My only concern is making Maia happy, regardless of who gets hurt in the process. If her happiness is with Danny, then I'm going to make that happen." "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," I said flatly. "You're not noble or romantic. You're just a coward who's too scared to tell a woman how he feels, so you're taking it out on me instead." "Shut up," Blake snapped, his calm facade finally cracking. "It's time to get started." He climbed onto the bed and leaned down toward my face, probably planning to kiss me for his disgusting video. That's when I struck.

Then wouldn't stop. She pulled it out. The screen lit up with notifications. T*****r trending. Her name. Again. "#SiennaBlake" She clicked it. Against her better judgment. The tweets loaded. Hundreds. Thousands. "She really has no shame showing up at that gala." "Landon Callahan can do better than some desperate homewrecker." "The Blake family must be so embarrassed." "Once a mistress, always a mistress." Her hands started shaking. She scrolled. Couldn't stop. Each comment worse than the last.

"Who is this guy? And isn't that the deputy commander from the North District Bureau?" "Oh my god, I can't believe he sent a photo of his wife breastfeeding on a work group chat. Is he even human?" "Who's that woman? Isn't she that pretty officer from his squad?" After reading the comments on the big screen, Harvey completely broke down. It was all over for him. His future and reputation went up in flames tonight. "Turn it off! Turn it off now!" Chief Heath lunged forward, trying to cover the camera. But Spencer grabbed him by the shoulder and held him back.

Jason Blake had been quiet for months, riding out the fading edges of a controversy he'd assumed, correctly at first, would blow over the way most industry scandals did. Then Ethan Cole's name had gotten tangled into it, and suddenly Rebecca Hale's buried file, the one thing standing between Jason and total professional ruin, was being prepared for a very public, very thorough legal exposure.

Liar, liar, he was set on fire. His heart burns with the song of a liar. These lying shackles, Are fit for a sneaky jackal. I never admitted this to anyone, but after I was revealed as just Hailey May Collins, I felt like I was starting to accept myself more and more. There’s a huge weight that was lifted from my shoulders and I suddenly feel like seeing the world in a new light. I’m probably the only one crying in the crowd at the moment because I relate heavily to their situation.

Inside the car, Lucas spoke first. “Were you at the Shaw Corporation gala too?” Blake turned the wheel and gave a self-mocking smile. “Yeah. I was there to perform. A few hundred dollars for one night’s work. Not bad, right?” Lucas was even more surprised. He remembered that Blake had once been one of Elsa’s artists too. Surely, he hadn’t fallen this far. Blake seemed to guess what he was thinking and explained without being asked. “I used to be signed under Elsa Declan. I was even her top priority for a while. I know I don’t look like much now, driving a cheap car and living in the suburbs, but I had my glory days too. I had millions of fans.”

I was all wrapped up and unrecognisable. The video had raked up a lot of likes. [I can’t believe Jenny hiked such a dangerous mountain so many years ago! I expected nothing less from my favourite vlogger!] [It’s a shame she has such a terrible sister. I can’t believe she took three kids hiking just because she was jealous of Jenny!] [That’s three whole lives she stole! How can she sleep at night?] They dug up my details quickly, and everyone was soon calling for my downfall online. Among some of the comments were a few logical voices.