Vanessa Eric Romane & Geschichten

The sound of my phone broke the silence, it was a thick silence, except Chef shuffling around to finish breakfast, he was so quiet, he only spoke to me though, we were pretty close. "Josh?" I ask putting the phone to my ear. "Cam, the meeting starts in twenty minutes" Josh says, I look at my screen with a sigh. "Okay, I'll inform him, thank you" I replied, my eyes drifting to Elijah as his eyes roamed my face. "Alright, also, Eric will be flying to New York, for the Benjamin contract, he will send you any needed information" Josh says and I hear a clicking pen, he was nervous about something.

He was also holding a big brown envelope. Eric smiled, putting his phone aside and rising to his feet. “Your face seems familiar. You are a lawyer right?” Vanessa mumbled some incoherent words, crying even harder. “Yes, I’m here for Vanessa Summers.” He came to a halt a few steps away from Eric. “What do you want?” Connie glared at him. Ludacris ignored Connie and turned his attention to Vanessa who was behind her mother, sobbing quietly.

I ask, full of embarrassment. She nods and lies back on the bed" "You know, when you touch yourself, you feel like..." "Touching me?" I hinted, even more surprised. Camila jumps up and sits back down on the mattress "You know, wait a minute. Vanessa, have you never...? Nothing at all?" "No, never!" I replied sternly. "Oh, my God! You're a total virgin! No way in the world can you let the triplets find out. Those bastards would use it to their advantage, I assure you. That's the way they all are" she said.

The only things to the left side of her room were her reading desk, which had the chair backing the bed, her dtessing table and the bathroom, which was connected to the main room by a large glass door. Vanessa relaxed as soon as she felt the comfort and welcome of her soft rug. She sighed as she went to the side of her reading table and put her bag down before taking her soap and shampoo into the bathroom for a warm bath. She came out after about an hour wrapped in a towel. She dried her hair and body, then oiled her hair and got dressed. She did not moisturize today since she was feeling rather hot. In no time, Vanessa was done and rushed to her phone. It was almost time to call him. Impati

"Am I in trouble?" His eyes held hers as he simply shook his head. He contemplated the fact the dark depths of her eyes and the thick, dark lashes made them considerably large against her face. It was an attractive, dominant quality—one young, one innocent, one curious, captivating. "No, just some routine questioning about your mother's case... I figured you wouldn't want to talk about that kinda stuff in the administration block," the man, Luca Haris, spoke in a response, watching as the girl, Genevieve, lowered her eyes from his. Her hair fell around her face, though not in enough time to conceal the deepened colour of her cheeks, kissed by the selflessness of another, even in the absence

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

Her long legs were crossed, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, her expression the perfect mask of disinterest. For the first time in his career, Kelvin Carter seemed momentarily stunned. “And you are…?” he asked, trying for smooth charm. Vanessa finally lifted her gaze, cool and sharp. “Vanessa. Elena’s best friend.” She leaned back, lips quirking. “Don’t bother trying your usual lines. They won’t work here.” Elena’s jaw dropped. “Vanessa!” But Kelvin only looked more intrigued. He let out a low laugh. “A sharp tongue. Interesting. I like that.”

As if the day couldn’t get worse. Vanessa’s eyes flicked up, a smirk already curling on her face like she knew something I didn’t. “Oh look,” she said loudly, “the pet’s out of her kennel.” Daniel barely looked up from his phone. Typical. I turned to leave—nope, not in the mood—but Vanessa’s voice pulled me back. “You ran into Elena, didn’t you?” she called. I froze. “She’s… how do I put it…” Vanessa’s voice turned sugary sweet, “an absolute crazy bitch. And don’t let the beauty fool you, darling. She bites harder than she smiles.”

"Magdalene, you're harassing him" My brain makes a simple calculation. If the woman saying this things is what made her pull me closer to her, then she, must stop. "No, she isn't." "See? You're just being a hussy girlfriend." The woman tuts, wagging a finger at Vanilla before turning to me, "Where are you from? France? India? The Philippines?" My hand on its own wraps itself around her hand, as I say "Aeria" "Oh." She turns to her again "Vanessa, this is a big catch. And he has the voice of a nightingale. He's talking, but it sounds like he's breathing, it's marvelous, like a little"