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Sienna moves to LA with the hopes of becoming a successful supermodel. Fate has something else in store for her when she meets Davina, the half-sister of the LA playboy, Dexter, at a party. Sienna ends up becoming friends with her and while she is looking for a job to help pay the bills, Davina introduces her to Dexter, who owns a marketing company. When Sienna agrees to work for the famous playboy there is undeniable sexual attraction between the two. With Dexter's emotional baggage and insatiable appetite for women, Sienna finds herself exploring dark, twisted, and seductive parts of herself that she never knew existed. Can she tame the wild card that is Dexter Kuzentsov
"Watch where you are going," I screamed at the drunken blonde model while I wiped off half of her beer from my chest. From the way that she continued to dance uncoordinated, she had not heard me. I continued to squeeze myself through the packed dance floor and headed for the bathroom. It was like trying to squeeze thick thread through a tiny needle hole, getting to the other side of the room was almost impossible.
Being a small-town girl, I found it hard to fit into the wild lifestyle of the LA scene. I was used to picnics by the lakeside and walks in the woods. LA was nothing like I had ever seen before but with my chosen career path, it was best for me to move here. I was an aspiring supermodel and it had been my dream all my life. My family was kind enough to encourage me to go after my dream and my dad had given me a good head start by paying my bills until I had settled.
He was still paying them and I hated it because I knew he couldn't afford it but he did it anyway because he believed in me and my dream. I remember how he had sternly warned me about partying too much and losing my focus in a city filled with wild adventures but in my chosen industry, it was kind of hard to avoid it.
I didn't want to be at Club 411 tonight but my housemate got an invitation from a rich guy he was currently working with. Moon was an assistant personal trainer and her boss brushed shoulders with some of the most affluent celebrities in LA.
If I am being honest, Moon could now afford to move on with her life and live in a fancy apartment but she still shared space with me because she knew I couldn't afford to rent the whole apartment alone. Finding a new roommate was also equally a nightmare. She didn't make it obvious but I knew she was doing me a favor and I appreciated it.
For that reason, I found it hard to turn her down when she asked me to tag along on her wild adventures in LA. It was a small price to pay for someone who had been a good and loyal friend to me.
After trying to pass the crazy crowd on the dance floor, I finally reached the other side where the restrooms were. Frantically I rushed into the restroom and didn't stop for anything in my quest to relieve my swollen bladder.
I felt a surge of relief wash over me as I emptied myself into the toilet bowl and I closed my eyes a little enjoying the sensation. That is when I heard muffled sobs in the next stall. I probably had missed them because of how I was so distracted trying to relieve myself.
Eager to find out what was going on, I freshened myself and knocked on the toilet stall.
"It's occupied," answered the girl almost choking on her sobs.
"Are you okay?" I asked her with a trace of concern.
"I'm fine. Please just leave me alone," she begged me for her privacy with a thick Russian accent.
Given my background, I found it hard to just ignore someone who seemed to need my help. It was a small-town syndrome that I found difficult to shake off.
I cared too much.
"There is some bottled water out here, if you drink some. It could help calm you down," I called out to her trying to get her to let me in.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
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!"