Romans & histoires Sherry Williamson

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Seeing that Chris was peaking nothing and even remained silent, Sherry lost even the last bit of respect that she might have kept on him. “Fuck off Chris! I fucking do not want to see your shitty face right now!” Sherry clasped her key and walked towards the garage, her eyes stared at Chris as if she was about devour him completely. “And if you do not know, let me tell this to you as well…” Sherry paused and looked behind her. “I am a neurosurgeon, the youngest and the most successful out there.” She spoke with a smirk. “Why are you saying this to me?” Chris looked at her and asked.

They forcibly took Sherry towards a minibus, and as they pushed her inside, fear gripped her. “What is going on? Is there a misunderstanding?” she pleaded but received no response. “Please, someone tell me what’s happening. Do you want money? I can help. I know Selena Sylvia Johnson, who is very wealthy. Do you know her? She is Dylan Edward’s fiancée, the president of the Dylan Edwards Group.” Someone covered Sherry’s eyes, intensifying her fear and preventing her from seeing anything. Shortly after, someone hooked her out of the car. “Boss, she’s here.”

I would have left Sherry to her own devices if I knew what was in it for me. But there wasn’t any point in looking back. When I met Kaiser, each time he would provide me with more information and evidence about how Sherry was tortured. I wanted her to suffer no less than what I did, and that was what I got. That billionaire known as Stark Williams was capable of anything to bend Sherry to his will and make her his belonging. While everything that happened to her, would never be traced to me, but instead to her new best friend Shila, who I considered her perceived substitute for me. In time, she would lose more than she ever had.

Upon hearing this, Gavin gave Dexie a surprised look and said, “Really? Did you know? Then you also know that Sherry was a maid of the royal family, right?” Gavin’s casual remark completely surprised Dexie, who looked at Gavin in disbelief and said, “She was a maid of the royal family?” Upon hearing this, Gavin said, “What? You didn’t know?” Gavin froze for a moment, then immediately reacted and told Dexie, “Yes, she used to be a servant by the Queen’s side and served her for many years. However, she resigned a few years ago, but the news I received was that she seemed to have offended Miss Zoey, so she was forced to resign. As for what the real internal story is, I haven’t verified it. The

“Sherry, are you feeling unwell again? How wicked of Titus to torture you like this. I think you should return to the island and get treated as soon as possible. You can come again once you’ve fully recovered. Your brother and Manager Middleton will look after the company.” “I won’t leave until Matthew has been found and I take revenge on Rebecca’s behalf.” Walking in a pair of high heels, Sheryl quickened her pace back to her office to rest. As soon as she started feeling better with her eyes closed, Jeffery walked in with an elegantly suited man. However, the man’s face was slightly scarred and pale. It appeared that he had just recovered from a serious illness. “Hi, Chairwoman Jones. Your

"That's Shirley, by the way. She's consulting with us on UX for the system. Brilliant mind." Their gazes followed. One of them raised an eyebrow. "You always surround yourself with smart people. Keeps you ahead." I just nodded, watching Shirley for a second longer than I meant to. She was standing by the far wall, talking softly to Abby. Her dress was simple but elegant, dark green velvet that brought out the warmth in her eyes. She had a way of making any room feel smaller just by being in it. The host's voice cut through the music. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man behind tonight's big reveal—William Carter."

When he saw Sherry being welcomed into the house, he asked with a frown. Serena had sent a picture of Sherry to him before. He recognized her at first glance. This girl was around five foot two. She was petite with huge eyes similar to those of a kitten. Her face was round and she had a pointed chin. She was charming in a mischievous way. Sherry had seen Damon's pictures before and had followed gossip about him and two other women online. She thought she was mentally prepared. But seeing him in person made her feel overwhelmed for some reason.

She steps into the entryway, wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm Shelly." She says, keeping her hands on my back and her large tits crushed against my chest. "And you're gorgeous!" She exclaims, leaning back to look me over, while she keeps her hands on my waist. She's shorter than Cyn, and when I look down at her, all I see are tits. She's wearing a scoop necked top and her huge black tits are barely contained by her lacy black bra.

She was Shermaine Campbell, a 23 years old young lady who worked at the ticketing counter at Phoenix Hill. It hadn't been long since Shermaine started working at Phoenix Hill after graduating from college. She was good-looking and attracted much attention. She stole the limelight of the prettiest woman at Phoenix Hill, Myra Jerry. The unmarried male employees were all interested in her, which included Myra's boyfriend, Sibyl Gibson. Myra was very dissatisfied with Shermaine. Some of the employees heard that they quarreled the day before. During the argument, Myra even mentioned that she would kill Shermaine...