It was Emilie's last chance to save her career. She was balancing her folder while knocking the door at the same time. She was supposed to meet Mr. Markov, a single doctor in need of re-furnishing and re-decorating his house. Her boss was itching to date her, saying if Emilie lost the contract she would have to date him to remain as an employee in his company. The folder was heavy, her arms were getting tired. Moments later, the door opened and revealed the handsome single doctor. Emilie was overwhelmed and dropped everything to the floor. ***** He had one appointment before he went to the ER. He needed the meeting to finish early. Max opened the door as soon as he heard the bell. He was not ready for the beauty in front of him. The woman seemed clumsy enough to drop everything to the floor and then cursed colorfully. Well... he was amused by her as he helped the woman with her things. What will happen after their first meeting? And where's the Mafia part in this story?
I run from my problems. I've always done that. I was feeling light on my feet. I felt my chest burn as I picked up the speed. Eyes on the jogging trail. My legs and arms swing in rhythm as I run harder.
My baby sister Celia was a druggy, Papa didn't know about this. It would break his heart if he found out. He had never been the same after Mama passed away, giving birth to Celia.
I was on the verge of losing my job. I couldn't lose my job, I've put too much time into the company. Since it's been downsizing, I haven't got the time to look for other jobs. I've been so swamped with work. Ironic. I know.
My legs were straining, I was getting tired but I kept on running.
Derick the fucker, told me yesterday that I should date him. It was his subtle way of saying that I should fuck him if I want to keep my job.
Moving back home to Papa was not an option. I love him dearly. But I need to prove to him that I could do this, that I could make it in the big bad world.
Fuck! Deep breath. Deep breath. I need to slow down. I was panting, I was out of breath. I pushed myself too hard.
Damn it.
I was running back to my apartment. Jogging along, eventually slowing down my pace. I must remind myself that I was not a health freak. I don't exercise, never went to the gym and I don't eat like a health freak. I just ran. And sometimes I forgot and pushed myself too hard.
I slumped behind my apartment door, seconds after locking it after me. Celia was sleeping on the couch. She just got hours ago and was still in her clubbing attire when I shook her awake.
"Celia, honey, you need to get to your room and go get change. You reek of alcohol. Do you have class today? Come on, I'll make you a cup of coffee."
Celia was groaning, slowly getting up from the sofa. "Jeez sis, I just got back. So leave me alone, will you? No class. No coffee. I'm going to sleep. See you later." She walked away from me and went straight to her room.
I sighed and turned on the coffee maker, then went to my room to take a shower and get ready for work.
Ah...work, so fucking great...
I must get this contract, Derick said so. He had been dangling this date issue forever. Not that he was bad-looking. He was handsome, tall, tanned, and blonde, but he lacked a certain kind of oomph for my taste. Maybe the fact that he was a momma's boy.
And I certainly didn't have the time to date. Between my job and looking out for my little sister, I got my hands wrapped. I was still hoping, that her recreational drug use thing was just a phase.
The day I found out that she was using, I was hella pissed at her. Celia said the drugs help her with her study. She said she needed the extra boost to help her concentrate. But when she started failing a couple of her classes, she made me worry.
Sometimes I felt that she was carrying the burden of our mom's death for giving birth to her. We talked and cried about this. I thought it was done and over with. Maybe I should have another chat with her. She used to be my sweet little baby sister. I love her to bits, I would do anything for her.
*****
Finally!
I was at the house, I was balancing my folders. Heavy folders. God! Maybe I should start going to the gym. My arms were like boiled spaghetti. What was taking this guy so long to open the door?
Though I was definitely not ready when he did open the door. He was like Ken, smoking hot Ken in scrubs.
Eh...I know I didn't play Barbie much growing up. It was more of Celia's favorite than mine. Hmm... maybe I should start favoring them. This Ken was fucking gorgeous.
I knew I put too much thought on the beautiful man when the folders decided that it was a good time for them to slide off of my noddle arms.
I cursed as I bent down and started collecting the folders. It had samples of pictures and materials, they were scattered on the porch. I was wearing my pantsuit, and jacket with a loose nude camisole underneath. I could see him peeking through my camisole as he was trying to help me with my folders.
"Mmm...right then. Mr. Markov. I'm Emilie Dubois, the consultant from Martin Design & Decor." I blushed looking at him. He looked startled before quickly taking my hand.
"Call me Maxim, come on in. And let's get this meeting started. I have to leave for the ER in fifteen minutes."
"Woah... you're kidding, right? I'm sorry Mr. Markov, but this consultation thing usually takes a minimum of one hour. Look at my poor folders." I pouted non gracefully.
"You know what. Screw it. I'm done anyway. So, let me just quickly look around your house, give me five. After that, I'll give you ten minutes of my consultation time. Afterwards, if you have to go then it's all good. We won't be seeing each other anyway. May I?" I didn't wait for his answer. I put my folders on the dining table and started walking around his house.
I was fucking done. If I have to be fired from my job because this guy was too busy for my time, then maybe it was the universe's way of saying to suck it up! I would get another job. Maybe I should start stocking up on cheap canned foodstuff, probably some instant pasta or ramen noodles, for the next couple of months. But I could survive. I just need to save up my money.
The man remained quiet as I walked to the other side of the room. I took my pad and started scribbling my notes. I looked at every room, wall space, and counter. I asked him about the budget, the time length, and his preference.
I have been doing this for five years now. His house was big, but not too large or too grand. I was kind of liking it, actually. It had a kind of modern rustic, homey feel to it. It just needed a couple of touches here and there. His architect did him good. He told me that he just needed a change. Yes of course. He probably has money to throw around while making peasants like me more likely to lose their jobs over his decision.
Obnoxious Ken distanced himself a few steps away from me. Yes, the man is obnoxious Ken. He'd stay so until my future employment status is decided. The man walked by my side as I kept on scribbling away on my pad. I finally finished right at the five-minute mark.
Yes. I can walk that fast in heels. It's one of my great accomplishments in life. Super. I know.
I looked straight at him and looked at my watch. "Should we sit down?" I told him about all my recommendations and opened my folder. I showed him the materials, the looks, and the vision that I imagined his home to be. It would be a beautiful house once I was done with it. However, it might not be me who supervise the renovation if I didn't get his Yes in this meeting.
He looked at me, and daydreamed?
What the fuck?
I was talking and spitting flowery words pitching my idea while at the same time trying to explain everything within his time limit, and he was fucking staring at me?
"Mr. Markov? Did you get what I was saying? My ten minutes are up. So, do I get a yes?" I was getting fucking annoyed by now. Yes, he was a freaking hot Ken doll. But I needed this job and Obnoxious Ken was not making me happy.
"Yeah, sorry. Everything looks good Emilie. Why don't you email me the details." I sighed and took his email details. Derick was pretty clear on getting the client's Yes in the house. By going back and forth via email, there would be a chance of losing the contract.
"Okay then, Mr. Markov. Nice meeting you today. I'll forward your details to my superior. He will take care of you should you decide to use our company."
Fuck! This was a lost cause. I'd better cancel my lunch appointment with the girls, and start stocking up on boxed wine instead. I might just buy one on the way home.
I gathered my stuff and excused myself from his home. But then he suddenly grabbed my spaghetti arm and my folders decided that it was another great time to crumble down the floor. Again.
Damn you, Obnoxious Ken!
"Lay down for me, baby, you're going to be a good doll for me, aren't you? you're going to let me do anything I want with you?" Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content.* Remy lived most of his life in a boring middle-class family household before everything turned out badly and he found out what his parents had been hiding from him. He left home out of spite. Then a certain situation made Remy a serial bedwarmer, moving from one lover to another. Ghazi didn't expect to bump into Remy. He knows what is expected of him, the family does not tolerate same-sex relationships. It was frowned upon within the organization where Ghazi had managed to hide that part of him for years. That was before he met Remy. Since then he knew he was screwed cause he realize that he'd kill anyone for Remy, even if it was one of his family members.
Welcome to Smut Town, where the steamy stories are connected. Feast on our townies' thirst for romance. From their sexy billionaires, and ruthless mafias, to their sexy sugar babies and hot college students. This is a book compilation of our town's smut universe, where lust turns to love and happily ever after is inevitable. The book will start with our delightful sugar baby Jacqueline and her polyamory relationship with the twin billionaires, Percy and Grady. Then we continue with Ella's story who is also Jacqueline's neighbor and the twins' sister. All the stories will entwined as you go through each couple and end with their happily ever after. As a bonus...find the new adventure of our townies' very own Vampire clan. Read the first story of how our Vampire King falls for his little human killer, Tessa. To all of my readers who have read my books as stand-alones, I dare you to read the book as a whole. Experience our townies' lustful endeavor to reach their ever-after without pause.
Armand was appointed king, his small hellish kingdom was nothing compared to his nemesis. But he was not claiming for more, he was done after his lover's demise as King Ranulf accidentally kill her and made both of them cast to hell. He's a fallen angel who wanted nothing but to spend the rest of his eternal life grieving in his way. That was until the day he met Rain, the human werewolf he thought can heal his wound. But he was rejected, he thought Rain liked him until he chose King Ranulf. The day he was going to kidnap Rain was the day he got badly wounded. And Rain once again rejected him and told his lover not to hurt him. And that's how for days he ended up in the care of a very chatty Succubus named Basilea. ***** No one knows how valuable Basilea was, not even the last king she served her life for. Basilea was the last princess of the demon succubus, both parents were killed in the great war less than a hundred years ago. Her kingdom falls and she had no desire to fill her royal throne. She was living the harem life with King Ranulf, her life was easy under his protection. Basilea was brought by King Eustace, the ruler before King Arkael and King Ranulf. She was taken in just before her she reach adulthood, no one knew her, and no one gets close enough to peel layers of her deep darkest secret until Armand. The one being she couldn't resist, the one male who can fulfill her desire. She was a demon after all, and she knows that demons don't get her happy ever after. Or do they? ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*
"Don't play coy with us, Jacqueline. You know that we want you," Grady was to my back and kissed my naked shoulder excruciatingly slowly. We...oh, fuck. ***** Since a very young age, Jacqueline has always been the adventurous type. Growing up she didn't change, her curiosity developed in all aspects of her life. But watching her mom wilted away because of her dad's affairs made her swear not to fall for any man. She moved miles away from home to free herself of her family's hypocrisy and judgemental view of their social circle. Jacqueline couldn't believe the day when she was recruited by an escort agency. Her love of intimacy was reflected in ways she always imagine. The lack of family closeness made her crave attention from others, up until the day she met the twins, from then on she never felt so suffocated in all her life. Follow Jacqueline's journey as she discovers love, not only from one but two men. How will she handle them, and will she follow her guts and fall for both brothers?
"You can strip him naked, baby, and do what you want. I'm just going to watch." I said huskily then backing away and poured myself another glass of wine. Promiscuous Series: 1. Between Them 2. The Lovers 3. The Desires 4. The Forbidden Lust Ben has always been best at what he does, he's handsome, tall, kind-hearted, and cheerful. That shouldn't be the result of growing up with parents who rejected his sexual orientation. But he learned how to survive when he run away from home. Ben knows how to mingle with the right people and have the guts to take jobs that would support him. His life was doing just fine, he was happy, he was financially okay, until one day he was terrorized by one of his clients. ***** Jasper is a straight man, he grew up to be a paralegal, have a safe job for his boring kind of life. He was satisfied with what he had accomplished in life, he thought he was happy, until he met Ben. Until he was falling for the one sugar baby he shouldn't have. ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*
Bree was moving erotically teasing the handsome man sitting still with his hands planted firmly above his knees while he calmly enjoys the strip show. Gage's eyes scanned her body, watching her intensely as her thumb hooked on the waistband of her skirt then slowly unzipped and let the skirt fall to the floor then she turns around shaking her ass adorably making him laugh. ****** Babes is a strip club where the dancers danced, there are strict rules for the dancer not to offer themselves to their clients. Prostitution is a big no at the club. Though rules are meant to be broken, especially when the dancers are desperate enough to get extra cash. Babes cater to a high-end clientele of well-dressed men with various backgrounds, from rich sleazy playboys, and bad boys CEO executives, to cheating husbands with cash to spend for a private lap dance. The dancers at Babes are beautiful sexy women with different backgrounds from struggling actresses, and single moms with bills to cover, to students having to pay for their student loans, there are also women who just like to dance and be appreciated by men. But in Babes, people fall in love, strangely they found their match in the high-end strip club where they least expected. Follow this story and read how the dancers struggle for love and how the men find their future happiness.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."