Tamiko Bolton Novels & Stories

"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.

One Year Later I had no idea that a toddler could move that fast. I am chasing Colton around the backyard. This little guy is quick. He is a year and a half now and growing like a weed. Everly and I got married six months ago, and everything has been great. Leaving him when we went on our honeymoon was hard, but I know he had a blast with his grandparents. He was thrilled when he got a set of golf clubs for Christmas. Dad and Aaron took him golfing when we were on our honeymoon; now, Colton is obsessed with it. He will actually sit there for hours and watch tournaments on tv. I will probably get him some golf lessons in a couple of years. He also loves hockey. That is thanks to Dr

Fucking dick “ I don’t know… no I don’t we agreed to keep this professional I guess I didn’t realize how hard keeping it that way would be the more we spend time together.” I huffed putting my hands on my face “ this sounds like something you need to talk to her about.” He shrugged, standing up “ I have work to do and I think so do you but you need to fix our Luna because it’s important for our pack to have her around.” He said before stomping up the stairs and into the pack house.

My dick was still very hard and it felt like it was going to burst open any time soon, and her breathing close to it made it worse. Just then Mr. Robinson walked in smiling, he is Cassandra's father. I normally would stand up to welcome but I was currently incapacitated. "Hello sir," I said smiling while trying to sound formal and busy by shifting my gaze between him and my computer system. He walked down to me as we shook hands. "How are you Damian," he said still standing and smiling. Good thing, my table is constructed in such a way that I can his half of our country underneath, and the person standing on the other side won't notice a thing.

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Obviously, the workers had taken note and had ideas of their own. “I know, Lana. And trust me, Damien is working closely with Bateman to put a stop to that nonsense.” “That’s good, especially after that equipment failure last week,” Jane Bolton added. “Having him involved takes a load of worries off all of us about working out there. She just means it’s a good time to have some fun, blow off steam...” Billie’s eyebrows shot up. “Do you, girls, honestly think so?” “Yep… It’s about time to have some fun!” Lana snuck in, leaving everyone laughing.

I said with a teasing smile. "All right, all right…" Diana said with her hands in the air as she was trying to feign her surrender and submission. She was quite a character and looked like she had so many acts hidden within her. "Look at me, I'm being advised by Tamika Martin, formerly known as Tamika Fisher. Ain't that amazing?" "You're a clown," I said as I wanted us to get to the part where we would begin making the dishes which we had been the main reason why Dolph had told me they were here in the first place. "A really good one. Have you ever considered comedy?"

Tara clears her throat and I move to look at her and she takes a few steps around her desk, standing in front of Dash. “Mr. Bolton, thank you so much for waiting,” Tara says and I frown as I look at him and then at Tara. Why the formality? “It was my pleasure. I would wait an eternity if I knew I was going to be next to Blake,” he says, flashing me his fanciest and most dashing smile. I shake my head slightly as he extends his hand and I see it. My notepad and my pen. I look at his face and his smile is still there. I grab my pad and Tara clears her throat once more.