I came to my dream city to fulfill my long dream, while making tangible earnings to cater to my poor family's needs but things crashed for me when I met just this one man- the infamous Charles Donald. He became a thorn in my flesh, seeking revenge on me for stamping on his ego. But what could be more soothing during my hard times when I met the one man I had crushed about all my life and dreamt of spending the rest of my life with? I've seen Davis as my prince charming and imagined myself to be his Cinderella always. I wasn't expecting to meet him In the big city of New York. But our reunion wasn't all great when the grumpy Charles wouldn't let me be after I was done paying him my debt. I find myself caught up between two different men and never expected to have my heart crushed by one when I got to know about a wrenching truth.
Helena POV
"Please hold on, I'm coming. I'll be right there; please tell them to wait. I'll be there in a... oops!" I exclaimed as I fell to the ground, having bumped into someone and spilled the paper cup of coffee I was holding all over him. The person, in turn, pushed me to the floor.
"Hey, you worthless dog! How dare you! Are you blind?" A man standing at 6 feet 3, with a strong build and striking features, bellowed while dusting off his suit. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen him before. Regardless, his rudeness fuelled my determination to give it back.
"Hey, buddy, you're the worthless one here. You had your eyes up while walking. You even pushed me to the floor, but I let it slide."
"Well, I won't, not until you get me another suit and a pair of shoes because the coffee you spilled on me has stained my entire outfit," he said firmly.
As the exchange of words continued, oblivious to our surroundings, I could see the shock in his eyes over my retorts. The unexpected confrontation had escalated quickly, and now the two of us were engaged in a verbal sparring match, neither of us refusing to back down.
Fuelled by a mixture of embarrassment and indignation, I wasn't about to let the man's arrogant demeanor go unchallenged.
"You think I'm getting you anything? You should watch where you're going instead of blaming others for your clumsiness."
The man, seemingly taken aback by my feisty response, retorted, "Clumsiness? I don't spill coffee on people and then have the audacity to play the victim. You owe me a new suit, and I expect you to replace it."
Not one to back down, I stood my ground. "I owe you nothing! If anything, you owe me an apology for pushing me to the floor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have places to be."
Our heated exchange continued, drawing the attention of onlookers who couldn't help but watch the unfolding drama. My bold and unapologetic demeanor clashed with the man's entitled attitude, creating a scene that neither of us expected when we crossed paths.
In the midst of the verbal jousting, I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. Despite the chaos, a spark of recognition flickered in my mind, but the focus remained on the escalating confrontation. I attempted to leave, but he stopped me.
"Hey, where are you going, lady?! This suit is ruined because of you," the man persisted.
Undeterred, I shot back.
"Ruined? Your suit was probably more expensive than my entire wardrobe. I'm not your personal dry cleaner. Deal with it yourself."
He narrowed his eyes, clearly irritated. "You're incredibly rude, you know that? I demand compensation for this mess."
Crossing my arms defiantly, I replied, "Demand all you want, but you won't get anything from me. Maybe next time, watch where you're walking instead of expecting the world to cater to your every need."
The man scoffed, "You're impossible. A woman like you should learn some manners."
I chuckled sarcastically, "Oh, so now it's about gender? I don't need your approval or anyone else's. I suggest you find a dry cleaner and leave me alone."
He leaned in, an arrogant smirk on his face. "You can't just walk away from this. I won't let you."
I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What are you going to do, follow me around all day? Good luck with that. I've dealt with worse than you."
Undeterred, he continued the verbal onslaught. "You think you're so clever, don't you? I bet you've never met someone like me."
I felt a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Oh, trust me, I've met plenty like you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do that don't involve arguing with entitled strangers."
But he wasn't finished. "I won't forget this. You'll regret crossing paths with me."
With indifference, I waved my hand with an eye roll, muttering, "I highly doubt that." I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter, bizarre as it was, wouldn't be the end of our unexpected clash.
I couldn't help but wonder why he was so determined to engage in this verbal duel. Regardless of his classy appearance, he seemed hellbent on getting under my skin.
"You're not going anywhere until you compensate for my suit!" The man declared, grabbing my arm firmly when I attempted to go again.
My patience wearing thin, I shot back, "Let go of me! I owe you nothing. If you don't release my arm, you'll regret it." I said through gritted teeth.
He sneered, tightening his grip. "You think you can just ruin my suit and walk away? Pay up or face the consequences."
Undeterred, I gave him a mouthful. "Consequences? I don't take threats lightly. I suggest you let go before things get ugly."
Ignoring my warning, he continued, "You'll pay for this one way or another."
Fed up, I jerked my arm away, not intimidated by the two huge bodyguards standing behind him. "Touch me again, and you'll be the one in need of some painkillers."
The man, realizing I wasn't backing down, shouted, "Don't you dare!"
But, fuelled by a mix of anger and determination, I pushed him aside and forced my way through the imposing bodyguards with surprising strength. I sprinted through the mall, weaving through the crowd, not once looking back.
The man, fuming, yelled after me, "You can't escape this!"
My heart pounding, I reached the exit. Unfazed by the threats, I ran out of the mall, leaving behind the chaos I had inadvertently caused. As I disappeared into the bustling streets, I couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph.
Rocky Bai, a young and talented scholar in the field of gene study, ranked number one among his peers. While he was on the flight headed for the venue, an aircraft accident occurred right before he passed out. ... Rocky Bai is reborn! He saves a dragon and trains it in the Holy Dragon Empire. To his surprise, his dragon can cure disease and even bring people back from death. With the dragon, Rocky starts a new life. He is no longer a good-for-nothing, but an ambitious martial arts master and spirit manipulator among his generation. Let's join in their adventure!
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages 🔞 Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching. This novel is a collection of short erotic stories. It contains all manner of sexual explicit including friends with benefits StepSister And Brother, Stepdaddy, Office, Stepmother, Lesbian, Teacher and student, Doctor and patient, domination Etc. If you are under 18yrs, this book is not for you.
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