Novel & Cerita Lisa X Jean

So I woke her up. Her face looked tired and distant, but still beautiful. “Lucas… is this you?” she whispered. It was better now or never. I leaned closer, so close that I could feel her breath against my skin, and it made me want to unravel everything beneath that dress. Lisa moved toward me suddenly, kissing me aggressively. It hurt, knowing she was seeing me as Lucas. She moaned his name between the kisses, gripping me like she was afraid I would disappear. This wasn’t working.

Lisa scolded. "Right, I guess you’re right. But I’m just confused about what she means by a beautiful date." "I’ll find out. You go look for inspiration first!" Lisa said. "I’m pretty sure the date we met wasn’t anything special," Lucas said hesitantly. "Oh my god! Guys are just never sensitive to what women want. Just like Gio!" Lisa pointed at Gio, who was with them at Lisa’s boutique. They were picking out outfits for the wedding, which was all custom-made by Lisa.

“You can say that again. Mr Don’s mansion has to be the biggest place I’ve ever lived.” “You live here?” Reene asked as the elevator moved. “Yeah.” Lisa’s smile didn’t fade. “Are you, like, a maid?” Curiosity made her ask. That made Lisa laugh. “No, not a maid. But I am a worker.” Her tone dropped. “I’m not supposed to tell you, but it seems you and the boss might have a future together, so you’ll find out anyway.” Normally, Reene would’ve corrected her, because no way was she having a future with Jaxon. Gross. But she wanted to know more, so she stayed quiet.

A part of me feels relieved, but another part—an admittedly smaller, more cynical part—knows better. Judy wouldn’t miss being in the same room as Jayden. Not for the world. “Hey, about time!” A familiar voice cuts through the chatter, and I turn to see Lisa, making her way toward us in a stunning emerald gown. She’s alone. “Lisa, you look amazing!” I say, smiling as she gives me a quick hug. “Where’s Lance? And Phillip? I thought they’d be fighting over you.” Lisa rolls her eyes dramatically. “Oh, they both have dates. So, I decided to fly solo. Not that I care about those Latino beauties.” She raises her champagne glass. “Nothing this can’t fix.” She has a drink.

Nereina said looking at them both and Jean chuckled. "I'm Lisa" "I'm Kayla" I introduced myself. "You all are really beautiful," Jean said. "So are you guys ready to go on the runway next year?" Alissa asked. "Nervous.. so nervous" Lisa said. "It's okay to be nervous though, we all have the jitters before walking on the runway" Jean said. "I wish I was still in Victoria Secret" Alissa looked at Jean, Jean nodded agreeing with her. "Why did you stop?" I asked.

Lisa had always carried everyone along, Zoe, Charming and Jasmin and everyone got different outfits and unique designs and the only thing they had in common was the colour, which was white. As they made their way out of the store, Jasmin asked about Xavier. She wasn’t asking to check up on him. He could choke on his favourite fruit salad for all she cared, but she wanted to know if he was going to be around in order to prepare herself for whatever was to come. Lisa smiled and told her he was okay, and she had nothing to worry about. Jasmin wanted to ask why Lisa was still with him even after what he did, but she had been in her situation with Dennis and leaving wasn’t always easy.

"If he's doing great, why would he move out by himself? I've been taking care of Yvette at Dewberry Manor for the past few days. Seeing how incapable she is, I think it's unfair for him." As Jeana said bad things about Yvette, the latter was explaining to Lillian that Jeana was Xavier's cousin. "Why do I feel like she's not his cousin at all?" "They're not blood-related." "That makes sense. She clearly has a thing for Mr. Lane." Since Lillian, an outsider, was able to tell that, it was clear how obvious Jeana's intentions were. Mark patted Jeana's shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it. Mr. Lane likes Mrs. Lane a lot. Besides, she's not incapable at all." He knew Yvette was secretly a well

Lysia wandered freely around the banquet hall, mingling with the guests while Kyle was busy with his business partners. Eventually, she slipped out through the emergency exit and found herself in a garden. Sitting down on a swing wrapped in vines and flowers, she took off her heels and gently massaged her ankles. "Oh, Lysia, what are you doing here?" Jean suddenly appeared, slipping his phone into the pocket of his suit jacket. It seemed he had just been here to take a call. Lysia was about to stand up, but Jean quickly gestured for her to stay seated. He glanced around before asking, "Are you here alone? Where’s Kyle?"

“Yes, Stephan, it’s not fair. My friend Alice from my feminist group has the v chip implanted in her, and she’s a walking talking computers that can basically do anything she wants. I told her you won’t pay for it, she said I should do it anyway, that they have payment plans to help individuals.” “Lisa, I am beginning to lose my patience. You are doing this on purpose being bratty, and I am with a client. Now, I don’t care what Alice from your woman group has to say about anything. Alice is not my pupil, you are. I said no, it means no. It's forbidden and there will be no more talk about it. Get back to work” (“Lisa, sto cominciando a perdere la pazienza. Lo stai facendo apposta per e