"You heard me, Damon Jones," I replied after a few seconds of silence that was honoured with his confused gaze. "I want us to be together. I want us to have sizzling moments that only you and I would know about. I want us to hold each other, naked and sweaty as our needs grow. Not once, not twice, but for as long as possible." I surprised myself with the tone of my voice. His hands on his waist, the man scoffed. It was a loud one. After a few seconds of making his feet dance in the very spot he stood, he faced me, the tip of his tongue probing the flesh of his upper lip. That was a nice sight. It made my eyes linger on his lips longer than I intended. As my eyes quickly traveled to his wet shirt which exposed the nudity that I keep wondering about, he said, "You must be out of your mind, Selena." ~ In life, mistakes happen. A mistake like taking the wrong file instead of the file that contains your CV and other important documents a job seeker needs to have. But, there's no going back because you have a great job opportunity right in front of you. An opportunity that could vanish before anyone can complete the words, Jack Robinson. And, mistakes can lead to a lot of things. Things you could never imagine would happen in even five lifetimes to come. Like making a dangerous deal with a Mafia Queen... [Mature scenes inclusive]
DAMON
The sun was shining.
Not kind of shining in a princess movie where the girl looks so beautiful with the sun rays on her face.
No.
It was shining hard. More like scorching.
My face dripping with sweat, I stole a look at the passers-by. They were talking and walking eagerly like the heat wasn't there. I guess the sun decided to use me as its experiment today.
I stole a look at the bear's head in my hands and shook my head. I was tempted to shout; 'Listen, people! If I die today, I died of heat!'
But no one was looking my way. It was like I was not in a mascot bear body suit at all.
I mean, the body was rainbow-coloured!
Whoever ignores a rainbow-coloured mascot bear?
I sighed and held the white coloured head up, stared at it for a while, and I could have sworn, it looked like it was mocking me for a minute.
I quickly took my eyes off it and stared at the big tower clock afar off. I have just ten minutes left before my work for the day is over. Hopefully, I will leave today without any form of abuse from my boss.
I wish I didn't have to call Mr. Hands my boss, that man is somewhat a terrible person.
"Listen Jones, either you put that head back on and stop gazing at that woman's butt or I fire you this instant."
Speak of the devil.
My eyes fell in pretense.
"Sorry boss," I replied with a low voice.
"Sorry, useless, I didn't hear you." Mr. Hands with his unusual attire combination cupped his right ear and leaned forward, flashing his neon-coloured tie which he had carelessly tucked into the suit he had on.
I know right? Neon... Ugh!
Gritting my teeth with anger already building up within me, I replied to him, "I said, sorry boss."
"Finish your work, dumbass. Then you can go back to staring at asses." I watched as a disturbing smile followed his raspy voice.
After my eyes watched him walk past the huge doors of the tall building, I put on the mascot's head.
The company was trying out a new flavour of sweets and they had the idea to put them out at reduced prices for people to try. I was the unlucky employee who got to put on the mascot costume and suffer in the hot sun whose intense radiation was gradually reducing. Thank God for that.
I picked up the tray that had just two sweet packets in its span and went back to my position, the almost filled money jar hanging around my neck. I resumed the embarrassing dance that I had to do while my bear suit announced its existence with a loud, cringy song.
Despite the heat, I could not help but be glad that my shift was almost over. As my thoughts took me far away from the embarrassing moment I was in, someone took the sweets from the tray and dropped something that was certainly not money in the jar.
The tower clock quickly struck six pm and its loud ringing was enough to tell me that my work for the day was officially over.
Soon, I took off the entire costume and looked into the money jar.
The last person left a banana.
A freaking banana that had words written on it.
I want your dick.
Call me.
234-675-432
Shaking my head, I took out the banana and put it inside the hollowness of the bear's head. I passed through the company's glass doors and was welcomed with some cool air.
Then, I went straight to the secretary's office which was exclusive to the ground floor.
"Hey, Linda," I greeted the red-haired woman seated by the unusually tall desk. I literally had to climb a platform to stand in front of the desk.
She tore her gaze from the computer screen and a smile replaced her seriousness as she looked in my direction.
"Damon. Hi." The tug on her lips easily turned to a frown. "Look at you, you are sweating." Her eyes traveled to my shirt. "It looks like you went for a swim in your shirt." She sighed at me while I managed to tug my lips into a smile. "Damon..." Her eyes were filled with pity.
Silently, I got down from the platform and climbed the short stairs that led to her seat.
After I dropped the money jar and bear suit beside her, I grabbed a stool and sat down.
"I know, Linda. My life is trash. But you should not beat up yourself over my predicament."
"But, you deserve more than this. You have got potential bigger than this company. You are supposed to be a famous photographer by now if not for circumstances."
"Somethings are meant to be, Lin."
She twirled a strand of her hair as her bold, twinkling eyes squinted. "I think I found a post that might interest you." She faced her screen and continued talking. "There is this modelling company that needs two qualified photographers. I know you have heard of TIANOR."
I nodded happily. "One of the best modelling company. When is the interview?" I just couldn't contain the excitement that suddenly took over me.
"To... day."
My happiness crashed fast.
"Today? Wait, what time?"
"From eight am to eight pm," she replied.
My gaze quickly traveled to the shabby-looking watch on my wrist which was surprisingly still functioning well despite the numerous predicaments it has faced.
"It is fifteen minutes past six. I need to get my CV file from my house. Hopefully, I can make it back to the city by seven something-ish."
"Isn't your journey home about thirty minutes or so?"
"Yes, if there is no traffic hold up. I just pray I'll get a taxi on time," I replied, already calculating my movements in my head.
"I'll just pray I get a taxi on time." She mimicked me with a child-like voice. "I will be driving you there. This is a great opportunity that you can't miss."
I happily hugged her as I stood up. "Thank you so much, Linda. Okay, let's go."
She grabbed the bear suit, ready to put it aside.
"I'll just put this right here. Hey, what's this?"
I almost gritted my teeth in reaction to the approaching embarrassment as I watched her dig her hand into the bear's head. "A banana?" She looked at it, raised one of her brows, then looked my way. "I want your dick?"
I gave her a short sheepish smile as her gaze intensified.
"Wow Damon, you have fans already. Actually, it seems your little friend down there got some fans." She winked and I rolled my eyeballs.
She was talking as though I have been walking naked and showing women my, huh, little friend. Little did she know.
Linda packed her bag and soon led us out of the room after locking the door.
"You know, I can't remember the last time I got a dick."
"Linda!" My eyes widened at her sudden utterance which came as we walked into the car park.
"What? It is true. I seriously need a fucking dick right now," she said as she got to her car and unlocked the doors.
I entered, sat comfortably, and said, "Linda, what you are saying is very, huh, very disturbing."
"Puh-lease, why are you talking like you don't have a penis? I am pretty sure that gorgeous dick of yours has gotten lots of hits over the past week." The engine revved for some seconds after which we hit the road.
God, this woman. She has used the same word so many times, I can feel heat rush through my cheeks and I just had to turn away in shyness.
I felt her glance in my direction.
"Heavens, don't tell me you are a..."
I covered my face with my palms.
"Don't say it," I warned.
"A fucking virgin."
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Six years after she left him waiting at the altar, Charles Anthony Oxford finally met Isabella Shade. And six years proved to be a long time as Isabella was already married and Charles who had grown from millionaire to multi billionaire, well, he was in search for a wife for certain reasons. On learning that his runaway bride's company was in financial crisis because of her good for nothing husband’s gambling problems amongst other reasons, Charles saw an opportunity. Two, actually. Not only would he be getting a wife, he would be able to exact revenge on the woman who had left him heartbroken, in his own way. All he had to do was remind her of the terrible thing she had done, torture her a bit with a sexual toss here and there, remind her of her present status and all she needed to do was agree to his terms and become his wife… But with a woman like Isabella, it just wasn't going to be so easy…
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
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.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."