"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Jackson. My body tensed. I turned slowly around to find Mr. Parker standing in front of me, hands in his pants pockets. I bit my lower lip. I expected him to be furious when I glanced at him. His expression was emotionless. He then began heading toward me, and I stepped back. This continued until my back collided with the door. Then he put one hand on my side and leaned forward, close to me. "Miss Jackson, what was rule number three?" His face was so close to mine that I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I answer his question? Because I was more concerned with the space between us. "I had a question for you, Miss Jackson." He said it once more. "T-that t-there are forbidden spots i-in the home where I shouldn't g-go." "You seem to recall the regulations. This is one of those forbidden regions. So, the next time you get yourself into trouble, think again." I gazed at him. I became caught in those sea-colored eyes. Mr. Parker is the only man who has ever had such an impact on me. I feel anxious when I'm near him. I'm not sure what this emotion is, but it's distinct. A sensation I've never had with anybody else. "Understood?" he inquired one again. I agreed by nodding. "Certainly, Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker is a billionaire who is 25 years old. The only thing that matters to him is his kid and his profession. He is arrogant, attractive, and cruel. Anna Jackson is a 24-year-old simple and joyful girl who lives in an orphanage with her Nanny. What will happen when Anna arrives as Liam's son's babysitter? Let's see what happens in the story.....
JACKSON, ANNA
Speaking of my life, it's a shambles. I was two years old when my mother, or maybe someone else I don't recall, abandoned me in an orphanage. I was raised in an orphanage. The orphanage was modest, with just myself and perhaps ten other children. They all despised me because Nanny loved me more than everybody else.
If you're curious about Nanny, she was the person in charge of the orphanage, and let me tell you; she's fantastic. She is getting older, yet she still thinks she is youthful and has more vitality than me. She is my life and my soul family. I adore her. You're probably asking why I said 'used to,' since everyone at that orphanage was adopted, leaving just Nanny and me. Nanny warned me many times, but I refused to be adopted by anybody. I wished I could live with her. So it's no longer an orphanage; it's just Nanny and me now.
I was working my regular shift at the café. I was standing behind the counter, watching the people. When you're bored, you have no other choice.
That guy over there, why is he gazing at the coffee as if it were his first time seeing one?
This is how old people are. You are powerless to intervene. My conscience informed me.
Oh, and that man over there, he's not even looking at the sumptuous meal; instead, he's staring at that blonde doing her makeup.
Guys nowadays. UGH!!
That youngster is adorable. Looking at the coffee while clapping his hands, Huh! At least one person is content.
He is just a child.
Oh my goodness! What exactly is that dude doing there? Is he going to use the fork to kill the cake? No! Don't you dare to destroy it; I baked that lovely dessert.
Oh my God! How will he eat it if he doesn't kill it?
That is not my concern.
And he assassinated my cake.
It was all for nothing. I could assassinate him as well.
It will help if you put an end to your illegal beliefs.
"Hello there." A voice spoke out. I returned from my dream world.
"Ma'am, welcome to 'The Hideout.' What can I do for you?" I inquired politely and sweetly.
"Cappuccino," she grumbled.
I despise individuals like this.
"How many, ma'am?" I inquired gently again.
"Is there anybody else with me? Are you insane or what? Just hurry up and deliver it. I don't have the whole day available to me."
She then proceeded to take a seat.
Bitch.
I immediately prepared her a cappuccino and went to deliver it to her. "Enjoy your coffee!" I remarked as I placed it on her table.
She sipped and then spat. "Eww! Do you even call this a cup of coffee? This tastes like crap."
Okay, I understand. Her taste is terrible. Because I make the greatest coffee in this house, that is something everyone says.
"Go ahead and create another."
What the heck happened?
"All right... and I'm very sorry." I promptly made another one, tasting it as I did.
Yep! It's ideal.
I'm fantastic.
I approached her again and placed her coffee on the table.
"Here is your Cappuccino, Ma'am."
She tried it again.
Ha! Say bitch now.
I patted myself on the back inwardly.
She spat the coffee out of her lips once again.
"You have no idea how to brew a basic Cappuccino." She stood up and yelled in my ear. "Do you get paid to stare at everyone that walks by? You're such a waste of time."
I gazed at her, stunned.
"Please excuse me?"
"Oh! As a result, this garbage now has a hearing impairment."
"Ma'am, you are a client, so I respect you. You cannot speak to me in that manner."
"Oh my goodness. So, how do I approach you?" She then shoved me aside.
"Huh? Please tell me."
"Come on, garbage; I'm out of time." She pushed me once more.
That's it, babe.
No!
Stop!
You've got a job. No!
Screw the job.
The man who had killed my slice of cake was standing in front of me. I grabbed the cake and smacked it in her face. She was taken aback.
"Tell me, ma'am, who is a jerk." With the same grin I had previously, I said.
She gave me a look before heading in my way. "YOU'RE A BITCH!!"
I locked her hand behind her back and yelled, "Don't even think about it. It's not my responsibility if you have a bad sense of taste." I then let go of her hand and pushed her forward.
"AAHHH!!" She yelled.
"What happened?" someone said from behind me, and I recognized the voice right away.
Manager, fuck!
I'm screwed!
I turned around and looked down.
"Look at what she's done." The bitch said, pointing to her face.
"Anna?" the manager inquired.
"I didn't want to, Sir." I began, but he stopped me short.
"What in the world did you do? You have no idea how to interact with a consumer."
"Sir, she spoke horrible things to me and-" he cuts me off again.
"That doesn't imply you'll do such a crime."
"I apologize, Sir; I became enraged and-"
"You've been fired."
"What?" In disbelief, I inquired.
"You must have heard me. You've been fired."
"That is not possible, sir. I'm very sorry, but-"
"GET OUT RIGHT NOW." He yelled.
I forewarned you.
I walked inside and gathered all of my belongings. I was ready to leave when I saw the bitch sneering at me. It enraged me even more.
I've been sacked.
Ya! You certainly are.
That's OK.
You are now free to do anything you choose. I'm not going to stop you.
I marched up to her table and tossed her the Cappuccino on the table.
"Have a wonderful day, ma'am!!" I remarked with a grin.
With that, I exited the café. I could hear her yelling and the manager apologizing. I took a stroll to my residence.
Jesus! What should I do now? I'm out of work.
I spotted Nanny seated on the sofa when I got home, clutching a paper. I approached her, knelt in front of her, and removed the form from her grasp.
"What exactly is it, Nanny?"
I went through the newspaper. "What the heck happened?"
"They want to build a hotel on this site, Anna. My kid has spent the rest of my money on gaming. Anna, what are we going to do?"
Her son is an alcoholic and a gambler, so he constantly causes us difficulties. Nanny has lost everything she has due to him, and this home was the last item she had before losing it. I embraced her.
"Nanny, I swear we'll find something out. I'll get us home shortly."
The issue is, how?
I also lost my job.
We have a week to get this place vacant.
I don't see her sobbing. I have to take action.
"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Jackson. My body tensed. I turned slowly around to find Mr. Parker standing in front of me, hands in his pants pockets. I bit my lower lip. I expected him to be furious when I glanced at him. His expression was emotionless. He then began heading toward me, and I stepped back. This continued until my back collided with the door. Then he put one hand on my side and leaned forward, close to me. "Miss Jackson, what was rule number three?" His face was so close to mine that I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I answer his question? Because I was more concerned with the space between us. "I had a question for you, Miss Jackson." He said it once more. "T-that t-there are forbidden spots i-in the home where I shouldn't g-go." "You seem to recall the regulations. This is one of those forbidden regions. So, the next time you get yourself into trouble, think again." I gazed at him. I became caught in those sea-colored eyes. Mr. Parker is the only man who has ever had such an impact on me. I feel anxious when I'm near him. I'm not sure what this emotion is, but it's distinct. A sensation I've never had with anybody else. "Understood?" he inquired one again. I agreed by nodding. "Certainly, Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker is a billionaire who is 25 years old. The only thing that matters to him is his kid and his profession. He is arrogant, attractive, and cruel. Anna Jackson is a 24-year-old simple and joyful girl who lives in an orphanage with her Nanny. What will happen when Anna arrives as Liam's son's babysitter? Let's see what happens in the story.....
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As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Catherine swallowed with her eyes closed and her lips slightly open, a moan escaped her lips when Lucas slid two fingers under her panties, "Lucas..." She moaned, lost in the sinful desire as her ex-boyfriend's dad moved his fingers against her rosy flesh... *************** Catherine, a young mother of two who came to the city with the hope of finding her twin's father only to be denied and deserted by him, found herself entangled in a forbidden web of craving. As the flame of passion ignites between her and the CEO, Lucas Leonard—her ex-boyfriend's father—their affair takes them on a journey of temptation and sinful desires.Struggling with society's judgment and their own inner desire, Catherine and Lucas must steer the treacherous judgemental waters of the society and either fight for their love or let it crumble especially when her ex-lover came back to claim her and the twins. Will their love withstand the dishonorable whispers, or will it crumble under the weight of societal expectations and her ex-lover's conspiracies to win her back?
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.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"