Zoe Sunlight warmed my face, washing the inside of my eyelids with a soft pink glow. Sleeplessness befuddled my mind. Pins and needles prickled my arms. Isaac groaned, rolling off my numb limb. I shifted him off me, twisting towards the clock.Fuck. The stupid clock blasted its time at my face in full force green LCD. I bolted upright, grabbing Isaac."Isaac, we're late. Wake-up."Isaac groaned, turning to his side, throwing his arms over his head, muffling my desperate pleas. Soft snores drifted from his mouth."Harry, Bella" I pounced from the bed, crashing into the nightstand. A half-empty glass of stale water smashed to the floor, hitting a crusty plate and exploding into millions of shards over the dusty carpet. "Harry, Bella, UP. NOW. We're late." I turned my attention back to Isaac, prising the worn, discoloured sheets from his tiny fingers."Isaac, if you're late again we go back on an improvement plan,

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a relationship and willingness to settle down and start a family to a rag called Sexy Bachelors of LA. It didn't help that the photographer dressed me in tight pants and an unbuttoned shirt and arranged my poses in a way which made it supe

Zoe He was a bastard in the last interview. How would pre-Kobe Zoe handle it? She'd give the best damn interview of his life and then tell him to stick his job up his asshole.The latter part doesn't work for present-day Zoe. Present day Zoe has three kids to feed and clothe, a Jag to pay for, a smashed up car to tow and a new car to buy. I could manage the first part though. I would manage the first part.I took a deep breath, force my chin up and rolled my shoulders back before storming through the sliding glass doors and stomping past the receptionist without making eye contact all while praying security didn't grab me and escort me kicking and screaming from the building. I'd faced more than enough humiliation with the last 24 hours to last me a life time.I made to the elevator just as the mirrored slid open. The same bellboy from this morning greeted me with a smile."Mabel said to ex

Zoe Shit, shit, bollocks and turds.The digital projection alarm in Isaac's room screeched at, throwing the time upon the ceiling in horrifying, flashing neon green.8:05.Bella's dress still needed to be washed and the chance of getting her to agree to wear a different dress was about as high as the chance of winning the lotto without buying a ticket. Harry's shoes were still vanished."Are we late?" Isaac asked rubbing his eyes as he tossed off his duvet."We have nine minutes to leave the house if I want to get to work on time," I moaned diving out of the bed."Okay, you concentrate on you. I'll pack the lunches and make Harry and Bella toast. They can eat it on the way to school. Do you want me to call a cab to the school?""Please," I said as I raced from the room. I snatched Bella's stained dress from the bathroom floor and threw it in the sink pumping three squirts of hand soap on

Zoe   Greyson sat behind his desk tapping away on his computer. He barely looked up when I entered the room stepping carefully around the stupid Turkish rug. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" "Yes," he said finally taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. His eyes widened, he leaned back in his chair, clearing his throat. "I see Mabel managed to sort your image." His tongue flicked out, dampening his soft lips. "Yes, Sir," I said taking the seat opposite him.  "Good. That'll be all." "Seriously? That's all you wanted? To make sure I'd bought a dress?" "To ensure Mable had managed to tidy you up enough that you fit the standards I expect for my PA. I wasn't sure she would." "I see," I hissed, pushing the chair out as I stood to leave, spinning on my designer kitten heel. I felt his eyes burning into me as I stormed towards the door. "Watch the rug," he teased. I let the doors