Leslie's heart was filled with joy at the message she received. She then pouted and replied to the text:Betty: *Hey, babygirl!*Leslie: *Hello, who's this? I've never chatted with you before. Why are you texting me?*Betty: *Aww, come on, Les! Don't be like this, I can explain!*Leslie: *I'm sorry, I don't know who you speak of. Goodbye!!*Betty:*Please, let me explain, it's solid, I promise.*Leslie:*Video call RIGHT NOW!*Betty's video call came in seconds later. Leslie couldn't help but smile, but she quickly doused it and pretended to be angry when she picked up."What do you want?" she said in a stern voice."Holy hell, is it me, or did you go from a perfect 10 to a literal goddess? You look stunning, girl!" Betty said.Leslie blushed. She knew she'd never get over Betty's praises, so she giggled softly. "You're supposed to say that though; you're my best friend. And you look stunning too, Oh my!"True to Leslie's words, Betty was a beauty. She had the same petite frame as Lesli
In a luxury condo in Westchester County, the incessant ringing of the alarm clock woke up Vanessa, who opened her eyes. Swinging the muscular arm on her waist away, she slammed her fist on the clock, cutting the ring of the alarm. She settled back down and closed her eyes again but moaned when she felt a hand slip into her core, pushing against the hard length she felt on her bottom. She grabbed it and squeezed hard, stroking up and down lazily. That earned a deep groan from the man. "That's it, Nessa, just like that," the hand in between her wet folds fastened its pace, and she arched her back, widening her leg."Oh yes, babe, you like that?" the man demanded, flicking her clit as she fastened her pace on his manhood."Mmm, yeah, I like that very much… ugh, I'm... I'm cumming," Vanessa's eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook her, and after a few pumps of her hand, the man came with her, grunting loudly."That was… awesome," Vanessa breathlessly said after a while, grinning up at he
Julian stared at the vague sketch of a burly man with neon green spiky hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times, a huge gash marring his bald head."This was what she remembered?" he asked, scrunching up his nose."Yes, sir," Philip replied. "According to her, there was one time where the blindfold had ridden high on her face, enabling her to see a little bit before she was discovered.""Hmm, that's fine. Spread this all over, including the black market. I want him found at any cost," Julian ordered, a dark glint fleeting across his features.Philip trembled slightly, feeling immense sorrow for the guy. When Julian finally finds him, there's no telling what he'll do."Sure, sir. I'll do as you've said. Would you like to go out for lunch?" Philip inquired."No, just send up some salad."Philip started to say something but was cut off by Julian's glare. He sighed, "Alright, sir, I'll send some salad up," he said and took his leave.Julian's mind wandered of
Leslie huffed out a heavy breath as she sat down on her high stool, pulling a cotton handkerchief from the back pocket of her jeans and dabbing at the beads of sweat that clung stubbornly to her forehead. A bottle of water was perched on a stand near her. She reached for it and took two big gulps from it."Woo! This is always harder to do than it looks," she muttered, he muscles screaming at her for subjecting them such torture. The air was thick with the scent of paintings and dust. She had spent the whole afternoon cooped up in her studio, cleaning out the old junk and properly organizing all her painting supplies. Anna had even volunteered to help her out, but she'd chased her away, determined to clean it on her own, giving herself the much-needed distraction from a certain hazel-eyed man. But it was all a futile attempt because, immediately after she stopped whatever she was doing, her thoughts would float to Julian."Ugh, why can't I stop thinking about Mr. Iceberg, as B had so
Dinner was filled with occasional chatter from Eleanor and Vanessa, with Alexander butting in when necessary. Julian and Leslie kept to themselves and focused on their meals.“Try this, my darling,” Eleanor said, passing a slice of fluffy garlic bread to Alexander.“Oh mom, you know how to spoil me so much,” Alexander cooed, passing a glance at Julian and smirking as he collected the food from his mother. Julian didn't even so much as blink; he just continued with his food. Leslie felt a wave of heartache.*Why is mother-in-law like this? This overly display of affection is sickening even for me. I can't imagine how Julian tolerates all this,* she thought.“Julian,” she called out for the first time since Alexander and co. arrived.“Hmm?” Julian replied, his eyes on hers. So were the rest of the family’s. She scooped up some Bolognese and pouted.“I'm full. I can't finish all this. Will you help me?” she asked, blinking her eyelashes.Julian, stunned by her cute display of affection b
"Sure, go on ahead," Julian answered."why is the relationship between you and your family so estranged?"Julian stiffened at the question, then he sank further into the chair and cleared his throat. "It has always been like that," he said, his eyes drifting to Leslie to see if he would find pity, which he despised, but he was only met with her clear gaze urging him to continue. "My brother has always been the family's favorite, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'm not sure it has anything to do with me," he stated, scratching the side of his jaw.Leslie was once again overridden by heartache. She scooted closer to him and placed her hands on his, willing him to look at her. He didn't, and she knew why. This was the second time he was sharing something this personal with her, and she knew he didn't want her to see him vulnerable."Look at me, Julian," she cooed softly, and Julian finally pulled his gaze to her."I'm sorry you had to go through all this alone. I'm here any d
The hospital's elevator climbed up slowly as Leslie and Samantha waited patiently. Samantha turned to Leslie."You look different," she muttered, her gaze scrutinizing Leslie.Leslie straightened, feeling a tad confused. "I do?""I mean it in a good way, though. You're, uh, what's the word… aha, glowing!" she exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "You're glowing! Did you get married or a boyfriend, perhaps?"Leslie flushed, clearly not expecting the conversation to swerve in this direction. "I'm glowing? What the heck does that even mean?” She thought to herself "I ... I...""Oh, it's ok, I'm just messing with you," Samantha said, playfully nudging her shoulder. "You seem really happy and… content, though. I pray whatever it is, it keeps you happy," Samantha said."Aww, Sam, don't make me cry. I haven't even seen Dad yet," Leslie teased.Samantha croaked out a laugh. "You know, you have this ability to deflect an emotional moment with a joke, you cheeky rascal," Samantha drawled out, pinc
The orange and pink glows of the sunset cast a warm hue on the skyline. Seated at the back of his luxurious Bentley, Julian scrolled through his texts with Leslie, a small imperceptible smile on his lips. He had wrapped up the signing in Potomac quicker than expected, and now he was headed in the direction of LX Hospital, one of the most prestigious in the city.He still wondered how Leslie was able to admit her father to such an expensive hospital. The hospital was so luxurious that even his mother chose it for her regular Botox injections. He did some digging and found out that Eleanor had met Leslie there. *I wonder how long it took her to agree to this marriage. My mother is quite the persuasive one,* he thought.He looked back down at his phone, and an email popped up. It was from Phillip. “Sir, I think madam would love this. You should definitely invite her.”Julian opened the email and saw the contents, his brows pinching. *I don't usually attend things like this, but I think