Stewie Novels & Stories

“Stevie and I have come to an understanding.” “Wonderful,” she cheered before ending our call. I put my phone down to get back to my dinner preparations. I was washing carrots in the sink when Stevie came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders. He showered my neck with some soft, sensual kisses before hiking my skirt up over my ass. He dropped to a squat and slid my panties off. In a blink of an eye, he spread my cheeks and slowly slid his tongue up the crack of my ass.

Ferguson? This is Vesta's father, Henley. Stewart came to a complete stop. For a moment, he took the phone away and said to Charlene, "Henley." Charlene gave him a look, and her silence spoke more than words could. Stewart understood exactly what she meant after all these years. If it were someone else, they might put aside their disagreements to work together. However, such compromises were unnecessary when dealing with the Hawkins family. "Ah, Mr. Hawkins, what can I do for you today?" Stewart said, bringing the phone back to his ear in a kind but cold manner. It's true that Henley wanted to work with Stewart. Stewart said, "I understand Mr.

Right now all I cared about was the video playing in my hand. Dominic Steele. Mr Perfect. Mr Untouchable CEO of Steele Empire. The man who thought he was above everyone else. There he was, grainy footage, cheap bathroom tiles behind him, and that smug face twisted in lust while he fucked some nameless girl in a filthy toilet stall.

I flinched at the sound of footsteps, eyes straining to open. Then came Bryson Schubert's voice—freshly arrived and ice-cold. It hit me like a slap. "Mr. Schubert, are you sure? Your fiancée's always been frail. She might not survive losing a kidney." That was his assistant. Kidney? Whose? Before I could even think, Bryson stepped closer, voice like frost. "We've come this far for that kidney. Hurry—Lily can't wait."

Consumed with rage, Stevie-Lou swore revenge on the man who caused her family’s downfall. To get close to him, Stevie-Lou went undercover, hiding her true identity. She lied about her name and used a disguise so Smith would never suspect she was the daughter of the man whose death he had caused. Using her beauty and talent as a skilled dancer, Stevie-Lou captivated Smith with a performance that left him wanting more. He fell in love, believing she was just another woman to add to his collection.

Stevie’s POV I sit in my cramped office, staring at the pile of old letters and photos scattered across my desk. It feels like I’m looking at someone else’s life — a twisted soap opera I somehow got cast in. The connection between Sterling and Calvin’s father isn’t just business; it’s personal. Painfully personal. And now, it’s my burden to decide what to do with it. My phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen. It’s a text from Calvin: “Meeting all day. Home late. You good?”