Valerie Cossette Novels & Stories

she said while fussing some more with Valerie's hair. Valerie sighed heavily. This has been going on for the last five hours. But she is looking absolutely stunning. Her mother picked a red body con sleeveless dress that is hugging her frame like a second skin. Her curves are on display. The plunging neckline of the dress is showing a little cleavage. The dress is completely backless. Only a thin strap at the back of her neck is holding the two ends together. Her hair is tied into a messy bun that is sitting at the nape of her neck. She is wearing diamond earrings, which costs a fortune. She is wearing Raphael's pendant around her neck. Her make-up is to the point. Her lips are painted cheer

I guide my fur-coat off her shoulder and expose her neck. She looked delicious. Her white, silvery hair falls in soft curls to her tailbone. Her silky, smooth, creamy white skin is lightly brushed with goosebumps, waiting for the touch of my lips, “J-Jaxson…” the sound of my name rolling off her lips is torture – pure, fucking torture. Gripping a fist full of Valerie’s hair, her plump cherry lips touch my own, and I throw out all self-control. As per usual, her soft lips against my own always takes me by surprise. Electricity stings and sizzles across our lips. We’re at each other like wild, untamed beasts inhaling the other.

Valerie zipped me into the emerald dress like she was preparing a weapon for battle. “Lipstick?” she asked. “Red,” I whispered. “Atta girl.” Sky poked his head in. “Camera crew’s here. Esther is making them all nervous.” “Good,” Valerie said. “They should be nervous. She’s got a gun in her purse and a taser in her bra.” I raised a brow. “How do you know that?” “I helped her pick the bra.” I laughed for the first time all morning. Valerie smiled, satisfied. “Brielle,” she said, adjusting a stray curl behind my ear, “you look like you could run the world.”

Chapter 91: Distractions and Decisions VALERIE’s POV The sun was already up when I stepped out of the house, and I swear even it knew something important was about to happen. Public holiday or not, I was hyped. Today was my interview with Sienna Calloway — the Sienna. Media queen. Ice princess. My soon-to-be boss. I’d picked my outfit last night: sleek pencil skirt, soft lavender blouse that kissed my skin just right, a touch of perfume that whispered confidence. My hair was done, i had a calm glowing makeup and a new nails set ,i looked almost like the new Vicky but the Valerie version

"And nobody, nobody at all will do anything about it.” “Oh, really Mr. Rodgruiez?” her voice taunting, “I think you must have hit your head somewhere tonight. You seem to have forgotten exactly who I am.” She teased and my smirk faltered a bit. “I am Valerie, yes, but not the one you used to know. I am Valerie Ann Maria Hernandez, granddaughter of Henry Hernandez and I run this city. Let that stick to your brains!” she spat confidently.