The crazy rich davenport.., p.1
The Crazy Rich Davenports Box Set, page 1
The Crazy Rich Davenports S1, E1-9
Kelly Moore
Shannyn Leah
Edited by
Kerry Genova
Copyright © 2019 by Kelly M
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Contents
Warning
Character Profile
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Afterword
About Author Shannyn Leah
Also by Shannyn Leah
About Author Kelly Moore
Also by Kelly Moore
Warning
If you are looking for a sweet, sensitive book, don’t read this one It is a totally inappropriate book about a completely dysfunctional family. The F word flies free along with many other curse words. So, if you are looking for a happy ending you are looking in the wrong spot. Feel free to get drunk while you’re reading it, and prepare to wet yourself laughing. If sex scenes are not your thing - move on. But, if you have a sense of humor and like a raunchy comedy - you’re in the right place. Join in on the craziness of The Rich Crazy Rich Davenport Family.
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Dysfunctional doesn’t even come close to describing the Davenports. Wild, crazy, and out of control comes to mind. Lucy - the mother of six kids likes to drink and have wild and crazy sex with…well, you’ll have to read to see. Yaya- the grandmother is the craziest of them all. She likes to sell little blue pills and is a wig-wearing, crazy, sex addict grandmother who rides a moped and hides her stash in the produce. And, if you think these are crazy characters, wait until you meet the rest of this messed-up family.
Character Profile
Welcome to the strangely wild and funny series - The Crazy Rich Davenports
If you love sexy scenes, a bit of bad behavior, and don’t mind bad language - you are in the right place.
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Dare to Enter the craziness of this wild and dysfunctional family.
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Meet the Davenports - these are the POV’s you will meet in the pilot.
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Yaya and Pops. Parents to Lucy Davenport - the mother of a brood of children. Yaya is not your typical sweet grandmother. She’s rich, but acts like she’s poor and finds creative way to make money. She loves colored wigs, black nail polish and bright red lipstick. She is one of the funnest characters either one of us has ever written.
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Lucy - the messed up mother of the brood of Davenport’s. She lost her husband a year ago and it’s taken her this long to get her life back on track - at least she tries until she’s dealt another blow.
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Ford - is the oldest of Lucy’s children. He’s in college, very smart, and handsome, but his downfall is his love for Daisy - the nanny, who has many secrets.
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Gemma - She’s the sweet and innocent of all the clan.
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Daisy - is the Nanny for the younger Davenport children. She’s a complete mess and has many different layers to her. You will enjoy getting to know her…them.
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Other children you will read about in this book:
Imogene, Mark Jr.
Bets, Bryant, Frankie, Twins - Erik and Evan
Other characters - Slutty Pepper and Tommy the Zombie Hunter and many others.
Chapter 1
FORD
IS IT CHEATING if you have sex with your girlfriend’s split personalities?
She has three that I know of—that any of us know of—and I’m not about to screw Tommy the Zombie Hunter. But, I mean, when I wake up next to Slutty Pepper, and she’s working on my morning hard-on, wouldn’t it be rude to jump away and tell her she’s not Daisy?
Because, in actuality, it is Daisy’s body, Daisy’s eyes, and Daisy’s hand…only sometimes her mind temporarily strays a bit off track. Slutty Pepper never stays around long, and she’s usually too tired to pop up—like my erection—this early in the morning. She prefers to prowl the evening like a wild teenager who also happens to be eight years younger than Daisy’s age of twenty-five.
That means Slutty Pepper is three years younger than me. Is this illegal? If Daisy’s legally twenty-five, but her split is not of age, does that make this morning’s rendezvous in Daisy’s bed illegal?
Oh damn, this is too confusing first thing in the morning when Slutty Pepper is pumping up and down on top of me.
“Yes, Ford, yes!” I cup her breasts—again, Daisy’s breasts—and listen to her shout my name as we both succumb to the pleasure. She digs her nails into my flesh and squeezes my chest so tight I make a sound of pain.
“You like that, Ford?”
Oh fuck. Slutty Pepper’s eyeing me like I’m a candy she’s going to devour. I’d say it’s a good thing, but I know with Slutty Pepper it’s never good.
“I have to get ready for school.” It’s as good an excuse as any, and it’s the truth. I should’ve stayed in my dorm room last night, but being the university is in the same town as my parents’ house—now my mom’s house—someti
Slutty Pepper shoves my chest down, and I bounce off the bed. She leans down and presses one finger against her lips as she purses them out more than Daisy does. She’s the complete opposite of my sweet Daisy, and I shouldn’t be under her.
“I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”
Double fuck. She’s talking about telling Daisy. Her personalities talk inside her head, and lord only knows what trouble Slutty Pepper could stir up. Daisy didn’t deserve the hassle of them cheating—again.
Damn Slutty Pepper is too persuasive.
I try to sit up, and this time she wraps her arms around my neck and bounces on my lap. “Let’s have a shower.”
“I’m going to be late.”
“What’s wrong with being a little late?” She almost swallows my ear and bites my earlobe hard as she pulls away. She whispers some goddamn sexy shit she wants to do to me in the shower, but I’m feeling guilty.
Again.
You’d think I’d learn the first time. Or second. I mean, how many times has my dick been in this personality? It’s too early in the morning to count.
“Another time.” I lie—or tell myself I’m lying when really, I suck at resisting Slutty Pepper. When she wants something, she’s a go-getter and too damn hot. A hot side of the girl I like.
I lift her off my lap and set her on the bed.
“Oh, Ford.” She opens her legs and slides her hands between her breasts, down her middle, heading to the warm and wet waiting area below. “Daisy doesn’t have to be downstairs for an hour. Let’s play.”
I grab my clothes from the floor, half-ass pulling my pants up my legs and hurriedly struggling to push my hand through an arm before I change my mind and dive down below.
“See you later,” I say, making a beeline toward the door. I practically run through the main living quarters—all decorated in calming yellows and beige, matching Daisy’s personality. As I shut the door, I can hear Slutty Pepper moaning in a wave of pleasure she’s bringing to herself. I press my back against the door, closing my eyes and ordering my body to stop reacting. Encouraging Slutty Pepper will get me into deep shit. She always manages to get me into deep shit.
I open my eyes, hoping to hell I have some control over myself and find my younger sister staring at me. She taps her socked foot on the plush carpet, and her brown pants match her straight dark hair which she’s pulled into a tight ponytail. One of her hands is firmly planted on her cocked hip, bunching her white flared sweater. Her eyes, the same blue as mine, look ready to skin me alive, and she looks more awake than a person should at this early hour.
“You screwed Slutty Pepper again, didn’t you?”
I’m not going to lie. I mean, I’m standing here getting a hard-on all over again listening to the screaming moans through the door.
“Well, I’m not going to sleep with Tommy.”
“At least Tommy has morals.”
“He believes zombies are real. He literally killed a squirrel in the backyard last week. Shot it to death. With a BB gun.” Daisy made us have a funeral and everything for it. Closed bag, so it wasn’t bloody or gruesome for the younger kids.
“And Slutty Pepper doesn’t believe in the pill, so I hope you covered Slutty Mini Ford up because we don’t need more kids running around.”
Kids? Hell no. I’m twenty and in the second year of my studies in bioengineering. Kids are not in my picture. Not my own anyway.
My parents had a litter of six, and my dad had two with the wife before my mom. Since my dad’s unexpected passing almost a year ago, my mom’s in denial and we’re damn lucky to have Daisy keeping the kids sorted. Unless I screw it all up and she packs her, Slutty Pepper, and Tommy’s bags up and walks out the front door.
I follow a steaming angry Gemma down the hallway.
“What are you even doing here?” I ask. She has a dorm room too, thankfully not anywhere close to mine. She drives me crazy enough with the amount I see her already.
She turns, and I almost run into her. “It’s Friday.” She says it like there’s some underlying meaning I’m supposed to understand. All Fridays mean to me is Slutty Pepper will be planning on sneaking away to a club come midnight, and if I don’t control the situation, it won’t be my dick inside either of them. Not that I care what or who Slutty Pepper does. It’s not like Daisy is out having sex with random people, but Daisy’s been worried lately, which is how Slutty Pepper and I started hanging out in the first place.
“It is Imogene’s birthday and Mom’s throwing her a party—tomorrow.”
I make a face of disgust at the mention of the first siblings, my half siblings. The all-time famous Imogene and Mark Davenport Jr. Talk about stuck-up assholes. With fifteen years over me and Gemma, those two dimwits had been raised with a silver spoon in their mouths, on a pedestal, and groomed to be the heirs of the family business.
“Mom’s not throwing her a party. Mom won’t even know what day today is.” She likes the bottle more than Slutty Pepper and the new gardening guy. Who would have known that cliché was so true?
Gemma turns and starts walking again, and I follow her through the wing of our mansion. Yes, I’m rich, my siblings are rich—filthy rich actually, but there’s no way I’m about to let all of us grow up into snot faces like the first siblings. We aren’t entitled to our trust funds until we turn twenty-five, so as of now, we live off our mom. Which we could really take advantage of if we wanted; she pays very little attention to what’s going on around the house since our dad died.
“No, everyone thinks Mom’s throwing her a party. The first siblings, the other grandparents. Plus, Uncle Jacob and Aunt Jane are coming.”
Oh great, a whole big, loving family get-together. Not what I want to be doing on my Saturday evening.
“They all think Mom’s planning it, but really it’s us.”
