Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

Arthur wrinkled his nose, “How many times do I have to say—” “Arthur!” Daphne called from down the hallway. He turned his head and gasped. The displeasure at Blade and Mamie’s formal greetings was forgotten and he could barely breathe. She was so beautiful. The older maid at her side looked a bit familiar and smiled slightly as Daphne came down the hallway. She was dressed in blue and silver. The gown seemed to follow the curve of her waist before flaring out into a long ornate skirt that made him think of Luna Sabina’s gown in her portrait. The details around her neckline gleamed with the light in the hallway and drew his eyes up towards the ornaments in her hair.

Daphne got the door and blocked the opened area with the car door and her body as Black entered the car with no help. She walked over to the other side and stepped inside too then she leaned over to help Black with the seatbelt. When she leaned over, her scent filled the hair and her hair feels so soft on Black’s jaw as it brushes against it slowly. Her hair smells nice, and her body and her breath too... so clean and tempting! What seems to be the mighty Black’s type. Not entirely what he would die for in a woman but he loves these little things. “All done,” Daphne said with a smile still in close contact with Black.

“There’s a lot of glitter here.” I laugh, rolling my eyes at all four of them, and press the door firmly shut. And with that Daphne and I lock ourselves away and get to work. My brows arch when I see the incredible amount of clothes that Daphne has packed into such a small case. “I know,” she says as we lean over cache together and she quickly sorts through it. “I’m a great packer. Plus, I really like these thin fabrics that really save space –“

her mother pleaded, trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Daphne! She can never be Daphne!” Phillip interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. “Dianna is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Daphne…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Daphne was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

Simon declared as he drove. "Tell me you do not like the punishment," Daphne demanded. Simon kept mute but pouted and kept on driving. I was not sure that I wanted to know what they were taking about. I noticed a small smile on Dwayne's face. He knew what was going on. I would later come to learn just how odd the couple were. Daphne had a blood red hair that reached her shoulder and round face. She was thick and tall but in a curvy way. Even sitting, she almost towered over every one. Simon was skinny and tall with dark blond hair that he cut low.

I nod and take a sip of my scotch. “This is delicious.” Daphne sips her champagne cocktail. “How’s your scotch?” “You know, it’s missing a little something.” “Soda?” she says innocently and it makes me chuckle. “No, something sweeter.” I lean in, running my hand up her thigh. “May I?” She looks at me, unsure. “What?” “Open your thighs for me.” She glances around the room. “Don’t worry, nobody is looking.” “Um, are you sure?”

Sweat glistened my skin but my arms remained firm around Daphne. The entrance grew closer and closer but yet seemed so far, a large beam from the second floor crumbled, blocking our exit. I stopped, pulling Daphne away from the flames. Her rate quickened, her body trembling. “ We can't get out! Alex we can't…” She coughed out, the smoke choking her.

Daphne After that first, violent collision of our lips, Chris pulled back abruptly. His hands slid from my waist to my shoulders, shoving me back just far enough to let his dark, predatory stare rake over my body. "You look..." His voice broke into a low rumble of disbelief. "You look incredible in this, Daphne."

Who was this person that had the balls to challenge the Harrington Group on home soil? The door to my study creaked open. Daphne walked in, smelling of expensive lilies. She leaned down, her silk dress brushing against my shoulder, and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to my lips. "Still working, honey?" she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Don't forget about the business gala tonight." I pulled her closer, breathing in her scent. My life with Daphne was everything I had ever wanted. She was beautiful, vibrant, and she made me feel alive. Our eight years of marriage had been happy.

“Do we have to? Can’t we just don’t and say we did?” My hand flits toward her thigh. “I’ve been daydreaming about you in a sexy gown. Taking you out of it, specifically.” She doesn’t relax. She’s tense. Too tense based on the little scrap of information I just gave her. What am I missing? “I just… I’m so over dealing with the posh and pompous.” Daphne sighs and tries to relax. She doesn’t fool me, though. “If I rub any more elbows, I’m gonna be raw. All those egotistical men and catty women. Throwing themselves at each other and for what? Clout?”