Stace Rust Novels & Stories

Stacy breathed, “Zach!” “Ms. Stacy Lazaro, what are you doing here?” She rolled her eyes. Stacy was wearing a lacy-sleeve off-shoulder Lolita dress. It’s bar time, so she always reserved this dress whenever she goes to bar. Stacy picked up a cigarette, puffed it in between her cheeks, and lighted it up. Zach doesn’t smoke, but Stacy liked to show her true colors.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

jezz Stacey you sound like a testy bitch'' she scolded herself then walked out of the elevator slowly swinging her hips knowing that South was still looking at her and she actually wanted him to come over and flirt with her again but at the same time she knew if he did she'll be in his bed the next day and that's what she was avoiding because she doesn't have time to that but she wanted a serious relationship now she can't afford to be distracted but damn she told her self. " I haven't had sex for a year now and that guy looks satisfying" she said and laughed silently before finally walking into the meeting room. She was right in front of Mr Evans as she held the door open to enter the larg

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

The woman looked familiar. "Hey there, Ms. Emily Collins, right? I'm Stacy," the woman introduced herself warmly, extending her hand. Emily shook her hand, recognizing the famous Stacy Mason—the renowned stylist often associated with A-list personalities and influential families. "Stacy? As in Stacy Mason?" “Yeah, that's me,” Emily's eyes widened, realizing why the woman looked familiar. She never imagined her boss would personally contact such a well-known figure to assist her with styling. Did she have that terrible taste?

They look so strikingly beautiful just standing over there. “Oh, Amy.” Harris points to the two, ‘These are Stacey and Steven.” I look at the two. “So you are not going to introduce her to us, huh?” Stacey asks Harris. She has shiny salon-fixed waist-length wavy blonde hair, around 5’7 in height, and is wearing a tight bright pink sparkly spaghetti-strapped midthigh length dress and knee-high black gladiator 4 inched stiletto-heeled boots. Stacey is wearing heavy makeup that definitely accentuates her features but it is also evident that underneath it all lies a very pretty young woman.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I closed my eyes tightly. "Did you hear?" Stacey said tapping my lap. She always has the hottest gist. "What??" "The real owner of our company has come to get it back. Mr. Frank whom we know as the CEO is not really the CEO." She said and my jaw dropped. "Who...is the owner the..n." I stammered. "The hottest and most charming Kaiden Kross." " Oh please." I rolled my eyes. Stacey has eyes for the hottest CEOs in town. She is always hoping to have a romantic relationship with one or two.

Emily said “ How did you know how to hack , I did a background search on you didn't find that .” Athens said “ Seriously , that's one thing nobody knows about me .I just use it to help the company behind the scenes but know am using it for something else.” Emily said laughing Stacy entered the office smiling .”Good news i guess.” Emily questioned “ Yes ma'am , she didn't suspect anything. She said her wedding is just low key this weekend . I asked if I could attend but she said it's going to be celebrated next year but she and her fiance wants to get their marriage certificate and a small party after.” Stacy said

Stacey hissed through clenched teeth. Cass shot back. "You can continue playing your games, Stacey, but I suggest you grow up and like I said find something better to do with your time. Stop ruining people's day and acting like a menace" Cass heard Marcus's footsteps before sighting him, his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at her, sensing that something had happened. "What's wrong?" Marcus asked, his concern evident. Cass opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say anything, Stacey's voice interjected with a tone of feigned innocence. "Oh, Mr Wells. I am Stacey Richard, the daughter of Judge Richard" Stacey said putting her hands out to shake him.