Tania Beck Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 (Becky's POV) "ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?" I was looking at Gareth with wide eyes full of shock. He was about to fire my ass and ruin my reputation in the world of fashion. And why? Because he was a cheating lying asshole! Let's take a break so I can tell you a bit more about the details shall we? Let me first introduce myself. My name is Rebecka Collins but everyone calls me Becky and not many even know my full name honestly, that's how rare I use it.

“Trust me, Sierra, nobody’s gonna even breathe wrong around you tonight.” I snorted softly. “Except Bianca. And maybe Tessa.” “Bianca can eat air and choke on it,” Becca said, picking up the highlighter again and dusting my cheekbones. “And Tessa? She’s the least of your problems. That girl can barely keep her lipstick in place, let alone her morals.”

Just an ordinary average kind of man with the same flaws, the same fears, the same lusts as everyone else. I wanted to tell you about a journey I took with my assistant Becky and its aftermath. Becky isn't the type of absolute stunner about whom you often read in these stories. But she is pretty gorgeous - mid-twenties, blue, slightly oriental eyes, shoulder-length brown hair, lightly tanned skin, a nice tight body with slightly smaller breasts and a slightly bigger arse than perfection, at least my version of perfection. She's from the North-East with a beautiful playful sing-song accent.

Janica had disregarded all her advice and pleas, had cut ties with Becca simply for trying to intervene, and no longer wanted her as a manager. Janica had completely dismissed Becca, despite all Becca had done to help launch her career again, to free her from her previous manager’s abuse, and to help her achieve stardom. But if Janica was with her fans or people who idolized her, she put on a sweet smile. She acted angelic, so no one would suspect her true nature—only seeing her beautiful face and body, oblivious to the real person underneath. Because of Becca’s words, Ted was worried that Tandre’s actions might inadvertently make them appear guilty of something they hadn’t done.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

They'd make a call up to one of the uniformed guards to run him off. "Yo, Beast! Check this out!" Carlos' brown face was split by a wide smile. Christopher walked over to the camera and did a double take. The pink lady—well she wasn't pink. She was a black lady; light skinned with light hair and eyes, maybe multi-racial. But she had moved to the treadmill. She had it set to a fast walk and what the guys were guffawing about was the way her butt bounced with each step. Damn…he watched for a moment before scowling and walking away. "You were down there with her. We were taking bets that she'd get one look at your big-ass and run," Roddy said with a smirk. "She was checking you out, dude."

Teca Company: Teca Company, a global chain specializing in the transportation and manufacturing of powdered coffee, holds a significant presence in eight powerful countries: Spain, Colombia, the United States of America, Mexico, France, India, China, and Japan. The main branch operates in the United States and is solely owned by the formidable Thalia Sanroman. With a staggering seventy-five percent market share in the global coffee industry, Thalia Sanroman has earned the nickname "Astro," making her one of the most influential and talked-about women worldwide. She oversees the main branch of the business, working closely with thirty-seven dedicated employees.

Rebekah's hand shot up faster than you could say 'barbra loves pigs', and so Mr. Beck called on her to start. "Just say three things about yourself, and then it will go around the room." he told her, and she nodded. "Okay, uh... My name's Rebekah, I tend to be demanding... I'm currently taken... and I love learning about the elements." she said, and I couldn't help it, I laughed. Soon she joined in and we were being shushed. I rolled my eyes but complied. It was my turn, so I cleared my throat. "I'm Katerina, my favourite color is green, I love everything

Upon hearing this, Charles shot a glare at Becky and reluctantly took his seat. Becky, interpreting their hesitation as a sign of timidity, grew even more complacent. How did Becky manage to secure an invitation to such an exclusive auction? "Becky had once held the position of a director in the HR department at World Group before her dismissal. Despite her professional role, she did not possess the substantial wealth often associated with the elite class." "Observing the situation, Charles leaned in and remarked, 'I recognize the man next to that troublemaker. He's Stephen Curran, a well-known antique collector in these circles.'"

Anastasia says or rather slurs. Tia and I share a look. I shake my head. “Oh yeah…” Gracie says. “Beck and I went throw training together. We started off together at the station. At first, I thought he was into me, because he was the sweetest guy I have ever met. Then I realised he was that way with all the women in this life. It broke my heart. So, I started asking him to hang out, he would agree but he would invite his brothers and Anastasia would be around as well, on occasion and that is how we met, we’ve been friends ever since. I thought I still had a chance until recently, I realized he was seeing someone, we were out on call when he pulled out his phone and I saw a picture of a woman