Vance Hopper X Reader Novels & Stories

The sound of her fingers on the keyboard was a lullaby he had taken for granted for nine years. "Miss Hart," he said. She looked up. Her eyes were tired — red-rimmed, like his. She hadn't slept either. "Mr. Vance." "The Henderson follow-up. Do you have the notes?" She pulled a folder from her bag. "Right here. Action items on the first page. Deadlines on the second." He took the folder. His fingers brushed hers. He didn't pull away. She didn't pull away. For ten seconds — an eternity — they touched. The folder sat between them, a flimsy excuse for connection.

The lady flashes a beautiful smile. "Hello dear readers and die-hard fans, this is your beautiful FL, Vanessa or you can call me Vanny just Evelyn does. This chapter isn't necessary to unlock but for those who do, I wanna first say my thanks for giving me a listening ear. The author didn't quite do a good job on my background but I know she loves me. So I've come out behind her back to say a little more about myself. Don't view me as selfish, alright?

'VANCE' Purple screamed at the top of her voice, not caring about the hoarseness of her voice from screaming too much, the night before. Vance's cock twitched uncomfortably when the Girl’s slippery walls chocked him tightly. The sight of the Girl’s body violently jerking and warm cum spluttering forced his knot to form at the base of his cock. The Girl’s body was still jerking as she kept on emptying her juices on both of their bodies.

I wanted them to see exactly who I was, without the Vance wealth. Xavier stepped up to the microphones as the flashes started instantly, a blinding wall of white light that made my eyes water, but he didn't blink. He waited until the shouting stopped. "My name is Xavier Vance," he said into the microphones. His voice didn't need the amplifier it carried over the gravel yard. "For the past forty-eight hours, you have been buying stories from Mira Vance’s marketing representatives. You have been printing fabrications about the woman standing behind me."

He reached out, his thumb dragging aggressively across my bottom lip. ​"You can act angry all you want, Harper," Vance whispered, his dark eyes stripping me completely bare. "But you enjoyed every single second of it. You took every inch of my c**k, and you completely fell apart right on my lap. Don't f*king lie to me."

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Every instinct told me not to open it. Which meant I did. The page loaded slowly. Then all at once. My breath stopped. It was an article. No, worse, a leak. "Alexander Voss Rekindles Romance With Ex Amid Corporate Merger Scandal." My fingers went cold. There were photographs, clear and recent. Too recent. Xander and a woman I recognized immediately. Tall. Blonde. Composed in a way that announced itself without effort. Vanessa Sinclair. The caption sharpened beneath the image.

Not because I didn't believe her — I told myself that on the drive over and told myself that again when I walked out and told myself that a third time sitting in this car and the thing about telling yourself something three times is that by the third time you're aware you're doing it. I opened the file. Read it once. Start to finish, every attachment, every sourced connection, every date and company name and jurisdiction. Xena had built it clean, ordered, nothing assumed and each piece connected to the next. I read it again. Viktor Hale. Chicago. 1981.

He straightened his back, and forced a flawless, professional smile. His gaze remained on his. He was almost six feet three inches tall. He was still over half a head taller than him. He fulfilled all of his dreams. Vance’s heart was pounding. He made an effort to appear calm, but then he noticed that the guy was staring at Haley. Haley quietly welcomed him. "What a coincidence. You just finished, too?” Rhett raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Do you require transportation? If you want to accompany me—" Seeing his opening, Haley gave a swift nod. "That would be fantastic. Vance Perry is my closest friend. He was a runway model once. He now owns and operates a modeling agency.”

I bit inside my cheeks to remind myself not to be fooled by his comforting embrace that he was the true devil I need to fight in the end Xander was only good at destroying, even if he seemed to be great. Now it was only a matter of time before he hurt us again. I couldn't let anything happen to my children, even Vance. Although it was less than a day, I truly knew him, I didn't love him any less than Val.