Trisha Paytas X Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her elegance was unquestionable, but her character was rotten that even a dog would not like to eat. “You all listen to me. I am Trishia Meyer, the most famous superstar and I am your CEO’s fiancée. Did you all hear me? Now, give that damn access card.” Trishia’s anger skyrocketed. She had no time explaining to those lowly people, but Bill had turned off his phone. She would never leave the building without seeing Bill today.

After he was out of sight, Payton chuckled at his stupidity and then lifted the jar to pour water into her glass cup. “Bitch.” Maybe her ear had heard wrong. Maybe… Because there was no way this woman had just said that to her. “What?” She snapped her brows together and raised her head to look at Sasha. “I am sure you know who I am. I am Sasha Reeds, and I am King’s girlfriend,” she introduced with a raised shoulder. “Okay, I don’t care but why did you just call me a bitch?” Payton asked. She does not even give a damn about who she was so all those introductions were useless.

“Wow! Your uncle's resort will surely be packed. But Ms. Pielago, you didn't answer our question. Are you and Mr. Dela Cerna together?” “Many have seen you two being extremely sweet with each other.” “Oh, about that, Travis and I—” Aaliyah blinked when the TV turned off. Trish couldn't handle what she was seeing, so she turned it off the TV. *******

Her expressions turned horrified at first then after looking at me and Trijal she moved her eyes back at Mr Sati with a furious look in her eyes and face dripping disgust. " No, stay away from me. Don't touch me you old hag " Trisha yelled at Mr Sati in anger after opening her tired eyes however she couldn't push him as she was tied on the chair. " No, no. Ekisa. It's me. " Mr Sati said. " Stop touching me you old ass or I will kill you and my name is Trisha, not any Ekisa pikisa " I have to say, God has blessed this girl with a great vocal cord because she is screaming her gut out without having any difficulty and sore throat.

She wished she could see Quinn and make up for what happened in the past but Quinn wasn't interested in seeing her. "Sure" Paige replied. Trisha wished she could continue talking to Paige but she had to go. "I hope she see some other time before I go back to England" "I hope so too" she replied. Trisha paid for their drinks and went their separate ways. . . Nate turned after making a call and found Quinn standing by the door. "You just called me a so called wife" she said. He threw his phone on the bed and placed his hand on his waist. "So what?" He asked in reply.

I teased, grinning. Trisha waded deeper, swinging her arms to counter my attack. But before she could get close, Pascha suddenly appeared from behind and scooped her up with his strong arms, making Trisha scream in surprise. “PASCHA! Let me go!” Trisha squirmed, but Pascha just chuckled, dragging her deeper into the water and pretending to dunk her under the surface. “A little bit of drowning won’t kill you,” teased Pascha, though his voice was full of laughter.

Tracy hissed through clenched teeth. After a little longer, Mr. Hayes withdrew his hand and came around in front of her, poised between Tracy’s spread legs. He jerked her new jean shorts down, along with her delicate, lace panties. Tracy moved like she was going to close her knees, but Mr. Hayes pushed them back apart, even wider.

I let out a deep breath and sip the drink before speaking. “Well, it's time for me to fix myself. Tobias is happy with his new girlfriend. What do you expect me to do?” Trisha let out a deep breath. “You can move on from him. I know you can do it. It's maybe hard at first but you're a strong woman. There is nothing impossible with you, Be.” I nodded my head towards Trisha. I was about to respond to her but I didn't expect that someone would approach me here. “What is the beautiful lady doing in here?”

We also exchanged numbers before I left her room that night. Trisha and I became closer after that. We hang out at each other’s place mostly and she also toured me inside and outside of the beach. She is a social butterfly kaya’t marami na rin akong nakilala dito sa beach dahil sa kanya. I was in the middle of browsing the photos I took on my cam when I heard my phone rang loudly. Trisha’s name flashed on the screen so I immediately swiped to answer the call. “Yes?”

**Xavier** "Let go of me, Xavy! What are you doing? You're hurting me!" Trisha’s voice cracked as she struggled in my grip. "You're choking me..stop it! Please!" But I didn’t let go. Not yet. I wanted her to feel it. The pressure. The fear.. She needed to understand what crossing me looked like. Her nails dug into my wrist, desperate. I saw the panic in her eyes, saw the tears forming. Her body trembled.