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🔞This book contains strong sexual themes, beware. This book can be read as a standalanoe and luckily, this is the first book of the series, sit, relax, and enjoy! An hour of a one-time good fuck turns into a long-lasting commitment, what happens when the truth comes to light??? Betty is invited to holiday with her sister in California, for a week but a whole new life could start in a week. She dreams of that one moment with a guy she adores and the tables turn, thinking her ex was her obsession, it comes as a shocker that her sister's husband is the obsession she can't get over. Betty finds herself revolving around Ted and things don't go too well. Find out how this ends!
These past few days I've been horny as hell, it has been hell on my king-sized bed. I had wanted to order toys like I once did when I was in college in 2021, but Nah, I'm not so sure if I want that right now. I'm up for a REAL thing if you know what I mean.
I continued packing my clothes, Rosie, my sister had invited me over since I was now on my casual leave. It's safe to say that I had been working my pretty ass over the months, it's not much of a job since it's an editing firm but I'm satisfied with it, it pays my bills to the latter and I do a bit of freelancing...
Damn! My life sounds boring already, I'm faced with a bunch of fucking papers all-day and it sucks me off.
Jeans or skirts? Heels or Nikes? Tops or dresses? Purses or shoulder bags? I constantly ask myself while I pack but I'll a bit of every choice. I'm indecisive right now.
I scoff and place my hand flat on my forehead, I'm thinking about my trip in the next twenty-four hours.
I lay on my back like a log that needs to be worked on or maybe carved into something prettier than I am... These thoughts keep flashing in and out of my mind. In terms of carvings, I meant that I wanted to be hardly fucked.
I haven't had sex in three months I feel like it's almost a year, I'm falling sexually and worse off, and I have got no sexual healer. I take a look at my red lingerie, which I haven't used in who knows how long, I have several of them but my ex, Fayette, preferred this one. I guess I'm still unable to get over him, I'm obsessed with him. I miss everything about him, like the chivalrous part but more importantly, his meaty cock, I mean, he's got every girl's dream hanging between his shanks but I stand firm in terms of loyalty, he fucked a bartender, funny enough he knew nothing about that bitch. These old memories kill me each time I think about them and so I'd rather not think about them.
I gently put the lingerie away and then I put it back into the box, who knows what might happen? I pack a little more and a call enters, I take a peek at my cell, it was my bestie calling. Gina. I take it up and answer it, I roll on my belly instead
"Waddup bitch, you decided to call now huh?!"
"C'mon girl, you know I'm over that shit you did last night. You gotta be kidding my ass for real!" she fretted
"Okay I know, yeah?! I was feeling it and that was it! Sorry girl, I'm gonna make it up, that's a pact!"
"Like you mean it?! You've said that a hundred and fucking one time Betty, just fuck off!" She cut me short and I snickered. "Well, what's up? Any hang out?"
"Oh no, I uh... I just don't think..."
"Since when did you start getting cautious?" she laughed sarcastically and I got even more frustrated. "Anyway, you need all the fun in the world baby girl!"
"I know, I just can't place my hands on the sweetest things right now. Well, Rosie invited me over for at least a week. So I'm just gonna go tomorrow-"
"If I hadn't asked, then you wouldn't tell me, right? Is that the definition of besties to you?! Well, I'm not that mad, at least you are gonna go out. That Fayette guy hexed on you, I don't need a seer to tell me or show me signs!" she says, and I laughed it off.
She's partly correct about it though, my last relationship was a total bummer.
I turn on some music, likes from Nicki Minaj, she's been one of my best choices for a playlist and so I stick with it. I strip out of my comfy shorts and crop top and walk into the washroom. I turn on the shower, take the sponge and squirt some shampoo and I begin to rub against my body.
*he wanna FR-E-AK...AK*
I hear the music play in my mind too, I suddenly stop rubbing, I take turns running between my thighs, and I lean my back against the tiled wall, I needed good composure, I could feel that I was going to blow up any moment onward. I splay my legs a bit and make teasing circles around my clit, and instantly I'm wet as fuck, I fasten my motion and suddenly I'm moaning out my life over the sound of the music, I'm trembling, my legs are shaking as though I'm gonna crash and at the same time, I don't want to quit teasing. Writhing. Squirming, I'm about to cum, my pussy making me excited. My index and a middle finger slid deep inside as I glided in and out, the sound of my wet cunt, squeaking, makes the race one I can't afford to fail...
I'm not able to keep track of the one time I felt this good in months, it's been a wreck.
I wear nothing but a baggy shirt over my bare skin, I mean, I'm alone and so, I can't go through the stress of a complete outfit. I set up dinner and start eating on the couch while seeing a movie. My phone rings and I quickly turn to my left where the phone is placed, Rosie was calling. Okay, she misses me already huh?! I swipe and answer.
"Rosie, you miss me too much, I know!" I tease as she laughs in the background, I miss her giggles.
"You know so much darling! Have you packed? Ted would be sending the chauffeur over to you at the airport, we both can't wait to have you, darling! Big sis misses you!" she says and I chuckle
"I love the sound of that, I understand that you wanna give me a grand entry but I'm no longer 18, remember?"
"I'm only doing my job here, darling, Ted wants to say hi!" she says again and I'm left aghast. I haven't spoken to him ever since they got married, I mean, I used to crush on him back in the day while in college now he wants to say hi. I'm so done with this...
"Betty? Betty, are you there?" I hear his husky deep voice, I instantly become soggy down there. I collect myself to talk
"Oh er... Ted. Long time, how are... ya?"
"I'm good! Hey! Rosie and I can't wait to have you, I'll make sure you get here safely, don't worry about that! We can't wait!" He says casually but I take his words very seriously and I can't tell why. Knowing fully well that he is my sisters' husband. Fuck me, I can't control myself. I chuckle to hide my coquettish act
"That's... That's sweet you know, thanks, Ted!" I say to him sweetly and Rosie takes the phone from him and we end the missing and wanting-to-come conversation. It's better off on hold, I'm not so sure what the fuck is wrong with me, not Ted. He is like ten years older than I am. I squint my eyes and try to concentrate on the movie that was 40% helping.
His voice lingers in my head, maybe he shouldn't have spoken to me but then I'd still hear him talk either way.
May Myers has a past, she was raped by a stranger three moments ago and it has left her at the brink of losing hope to find the culprit but how? She becomes a P.A to a CEO and the connection between them comes as a shock, in the worse ways. Mr Clyde is a domineering, arrogant and insensitive man and a mafia boss, May Myers Falls in love with her best friend's father once she sets her eyes on him in the most unpleasant way, sexing his wife with door ajar. Memories as such don't easily fade as May sticks to that and makes her way into his life. May is abducted by another mafia enemy and Clyde is forced to choose between his family and May, and still, a deadly secret is brought to life. Amidst the uproar, what happens when she also finds out who the rapist was?
Rumors go faster you know, just as we know but in her case; who else knows what's true? Dianne Brown, 27, is known to be 'Dirty Dianne' as a strip tease artist, known as the most attractive perkiest, sexiest and cunning woman whose aim is none other than money. She's given a task to seduce the Don in the span of a week. As easy as she'd always refer. Love, trust and betrayal flocks in the way, she wouldn't subdue her wants and greed for no reason.
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"
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!
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.