Novel & Cerita They Call Her Dirty Sally

Jordan Miller ~•~ Cathy was honestly a different breed. As soon as she saw the black card in my hand, she concluded that all the bills were on me. When I tried to protest, she took my phone (while we were still in the house) and called Alessandro. Alessandro, who hadn't expected it to be Cathy, answered with, "Hey, mama," and it was on loudspeaker. After getting over her amusement, she announced she was the one on the phone and asked if the black card was to cover all the bills, including theirs.

“Im suprised sis,where is the no nonsense gal I knew?,where is the grit made Sally ,cause am only seeing a softy before me,this is not you Sally , you should show that douche canoe who Sally Kay is” I stated and Sally warmed up a little. She hugged me tightly before rising up rubbing her eyes. “What are we having for dinner” She asked. TBC ....

“’Twas quite dark in the alley.” “The alley? You traveled through the alley?” The old man made a loud ‘humph’. “Well, whatever it is, pray remove it promptly.” He clapped his hands briskly and within seconds a slight, young housemaid who looked to be about Elizabeth’s age appeared carrying a thick rag. Elizabeth assumed she must have been standing in the shadows. How else would she know I was in need of a cleaning rag? As if reading her mind, the old man blurted out, “This is Sally. She carries that confounded rag with her wherever she goes. This is the first time it has come in so handy.”

Sally smiled as she looked at me. “No problem; I have been getting that a lot since I came here to New York.” “What are you from around here?” Fuck, Sally, leave the woman alone already. I swear you sound like a fucking love-sick puppy trying to get into her pants. “No, I live on an island called St. Helena. I am here on business.” I have heard that name before. Why does it sound familiar? “Oh, okay,anyway. Why don’t you give me your number? Maybe I could show you around.” Sally inquired, and I looked at her, confused. Why would she want a stranger's number?

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

“I didn’t step on her tail; she just couldn’t control herself and got angry at every single thing.” “You gave her advice? Can you go ahead and give my mate the same advice you gave to Aurora that day? I would really like to learn a bit of things from you, Jerry. If your pea-sized brain can even form one,” Sally said, and Jerry clenched his teeth in anger. It was clear that Sally’s insult had hit home, but he reined himself in because he couldn’t do anything to her without being punished heavily. “She has black magic!” Jerry said vehemently when it was clear that Sally was now trying to make him lose his own game.

different. Sally is waiting patiently by her car, her small frame dwarfed by the large SUV that must belong to Ashton. She cradles Gwyneth safely in her arms, her soft eyes filled with worry as she glances toward the vampire district. She isn’t dressed for a fight, but wearing a blue sundress and flip-flops? I try not to laugh. This girl has no sense of fashion, but I find that kind of cute. “Sally,” I call out as I approach her. She jumps at my voice, but a small smile spreads across her face when she sees me. Her lips are stained a soft shade of pink, and I wonder how they would taste against mine.

“You do realize she’s been dead for ages, right? Yet here you are, still playing the fool for her.” Sally’s fingers clenched tightly around her glass. The woman leaned closer, her tone mocking. “Maybe he just got tired of her. Can’t blame him. She was never exactly unforgettable even in bed.” My stomach twisted. I grabbed Sally’s arm, whispering urgently, “Please, Sally. Let’s go somewhere else before—” But her eyes glowed faintly beneath the bar lights, and I could already feel her energy spiraling out of control. Sally’s expression darkened, the playful charm she’d worn earlier vanishing in an instant.

I hope. “So, Nini, I have the perfect mood board for you.” Kemi chirped on. I stopped her in her tracks. I might be a charity case, but I have my dignity intact. She will have to respect me. Starting with my name. “Nina. I prefer to be called that.” We exchanged a pinched smile before she breezily said,” Noted. I am sorry if that offended you.” Good, she learns fast. “It is okay.” I smiled to ease the undue tension between us. “How is Kayla?”

We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile, breathing ragged. But then Mom’s voice called from the hallway once more. “Leena? I think I left my keys somewhere in there…”