Venti X Barbara Novels & Stories

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just

MESSAGE: Barbara: How is my best friend doing? Ivy: Screw best friend, you are a bitch. Barbara: I’m bitchen Ivy: You are fucking annoying, I can’t believe you set me up. Barbara: it wasn’t a setup, I just wanted you guys to have fun so I figured why not a sex club Ivy: Ugh! Barbara: if you have an itch, there is always someone to scratch it for you. Ivy: Never said anything about an itch Barbara: Whatever just remember one thing I sent you there for a reason so make me proud.

She smiled triumphantly. She said innocently, "You are weighed and found lacking." Agnes flashed a confident smile and said sweetly, "I might be lacking in that area, but I'm a heavyweight in the bed," Barbara choked in her afternoon tea, spewing the liquid across the table. Pandemonium broke loose as the elderly gentle high society women scrambled away from the table to avoid the flying juice that came out from Barbara Barry's mouth. On that historic afternoon, Agnes Duvier had found a new friend. The famous Barbara Barry is now an ally.

Allen explained, but Barbara crossed her arms with a sneer on her face. “She better not step foot into this house again after sleeping with her other boyfriend,” Barbra warned. “She would sleep outside. That's where whores belong. I thought you had some sensible girl with you. I have a lot of friends here in the United States with sensible, successful daughters, not some cheap slut.” “SHE IS NOT A SLUT!” Allen shouted and stomped out of the dining room to his room. “I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! COME BACK HERE!” Barbara yelled when she felt a sharp pain lance through her chest as though a red hot dagger was sent right into it; she screamed in agony, crashing to the dining floor alongside the glass

I answered quickly, grateful for a distraction. “Rob, you need to come over to my office,” Barbara said without preamble. “I’ve finished the projections for Vanderbilt Holdings. I’ve compared the scenarios for merging with Elite Enterprises versus Winters Pharmaceuticals. You need to see this.” I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. “Alright, Barbara. Ariana and I will be there in less than an hour.” We got into the car and Ariana turned to me, her voice soft and hesitant. “Rob, did I really love you that much in the past? To risk my life like that?”

“I got her new cellphone number from Victoria, but she’s not answering her phone,” Barbara mutters from the corner of the room. She is sitting on the bed, aggressively chewing on a cuticle, her eyes dark with a toxic mix of paranoia and exhaustion while I bleed here on the floor. “Are you sure she’s going to come if she eventually picks up? Zayn might—”

That's it for the ladies. Our bar has been getting serious recognition after the owner brought some friends.. Very disturbing friends to the bar and ever since then he has been getting his hands into one thing or the other.. He even extended the bar and he said he is working on creating an underground secret club.. I'm definitely not in support, but they wouldn't even let me leave the Bar. ‘You’ve been with us the longest.. You know every angle of this place, and you are also our special adviser.. Without you, this place will crumble..’

The bar is closed since it’s only noon. “I swear, I feel like it lately.” “When is Barbara coming back?” A loud voice calls from the storeroom. “I’m here. Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet.” Fleece rolls her eyes. “Of course not.” Barbara sweeps out of the back room in all her glory. A woman in her sixties whose very essence screams ‘New York.’ She’s carrying a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka to replenish the stock behind the bar. “How you doin,’ Delia?”

She responded before I hung up. I hastily looked around for my car keys, and soon, my gaze caught on the desk where I had picked up my phone earlier. I grabbed it immediately and dashed out of the suite. ****** I arrived at the bar in thirty minutes, and without hesitation, I rushed in, my gaze scouring the place. “Vanessa?” “More! More! More! more!” Some men chanted. My heart skipped a bit as I saw Vanessa upside down on a table as another man chugged drinks down her throat.

I gasped, my heart was about to storm out of my chest, I took the cucumbers off my eyes and realized it was Barbara who came. “Hey, babe” She teased me. Barbara is older than me, she is 45 and I never imagined myself with an older woman once in my life, but this place made me do so because she is hot and I needed to forget Maia so I didn’t feel pain anymore. “You scared me!” I said, my chest up and down, and that caught Barbara’s attention. “I have your key, remember?” She raised an eyebrow while staring at me lustfully. “Don’t look at me like that” I giggled; shaking my head afterward.