Vivian feels her heart had turned into stone until she met Leslie Luthor. The circumstances surrounding their meeting will either draw her towards him or help solidify her already frozen heart. Leslie feels he is walking on clouds since he met Vivian, he is yet to see her baggage and the people behind it.
As she tiptoed to pick her black skirt, Vivian paused to sneak a peek at the well shaped ass she had grabbed few minutes ago. He was lying on his stomach and Vivian enjoyed the view she was getting. She tucked her now rumpled purple satin top into her skirt. She didn't want to walk pass the reception area of the Howard Hotel looking messy. She sighted her wristwatch by the bedside. Again, she tiptoed, Vivian wasn't one to enjoy the awkward good mornings after a steamy night with a stranger. Leslie wasn't really a stranger. He was just a new investor at her company.
She was done now and was a few inches to the door when she heard his deep velvety voice. "Is this supposed to be a hit and run".
Vivian turned to find Leslie lying face up and his head was not the only part of him that was up. Vivian had to drag her eyes away from his now erect rod, "I think you are misusing the word hit and run. it's usually for motorists", Vivian said her eyes now fixed on his. "After what just happened I would call you a well serviced Benz", Vivian just shook her head, this reminded her of why she snuck out after the deed was done, the awkward small talk after a night of steamy sex was never her thing.
"I haven't had the pleasure of riding a Mercedes, so I can't tell what a well serviced one would be like..." , "take it from my lips and the other Leslie", as he said that he slid his fingers down to it and held it at the head, "we really enjoyed the ride". Leslie was a 6 feet and 3 inches, Vivian guessed he was in his mid forties, his dark olive skin made his muscles and abs look so good. Her sister's upcoming engagement party had had her all tied up and Mr Leslie Luthor had been the perfect distraction.
Vivian dipped into her tool box to find her tried and trusted line. "I just didn't want to wake you... I have to rush home and feed my neighbour's parrot, it gets really noisy when he is not fed. I am looking after him for the weekend, my neighbour is out of town. Since you have my number just call me", and Vivian was out the door. Leslie had just experienced a whirlwind, he had felt her move around in the room. He had to frame up something to tell her, "hit and run" he said to himself, what a stupid thing to say Leslie thought as made his way to the bathroom.
Moments later, Vivian looked at herself one last time. It was going to be an exhausting afternoon. Her twin sister was coming in from London
with her fiancé, being her twin her mother always pitted them against themselves. If Victoria got something her mother expected even more from her. she was always the family screw-up. Vivian looked at her reflection in the mirror, her periwinkle blue silk wrap midi dress accentuated her curves, her raven black hair was piled up in a messy updo. She knew how much Kendra Moore hated messy hair, her mom hated anything messy. Every thing had to be perfect and well aligned, she was always the messy one. Victoria was the prim and prom twin. As she stepped out of her apartment , Vivian knew it was going to be long and emotionally draining lunch. When she drove in through the driveway she knew her mom had cleaned every inch of the place. Vivian couldn't tell
if her mother had a obsessive compulsive disorder or she couldn't move past what happened.
Nobody had suggested therapy to Kendra, everyone just avoided talking what happened.
It was a terrible experience for the whole family and she knew the sight of her served as a constant reminder, a very painful reminder.
Vivian must have sat at her car for about three minutes, she just couldn't bring herself to step down from the car and walk into her parent's home. Being around Kendra her mother was so difficult. Just as she was about to alight from the car, a email notification buzzed. Vivian was torn between disappointing her mother one last time and taking a peak at the email. She knew opening that email would change her plans and she was right.
"Treat as urgent and important", the email read. Vivian turned on the ignition, reversed and drove out. She would rather fill a basket with sand than spend more time than necessary with Regina, her mother. As she was hurrying to the elevator she caught her reflection on the elevator door. She had dressed to impress, Vivian didn't want to meet Veronica's soon to be husband looking like a hot mess. The tendrils from her updo teased her nape showcasing her oval face and beautiful neck . The periwinkle blue slik gown only teased at her sensational figure. It was a midi gown that showed the right amount of legs. Her well shaped legs were manicured and showcased in here Christian Loubiton silver strappy heels. She had a red lip and bluey, smokey eyes. As Vivian strode to the MD's office, she was totally unaware of how ravishing she looked.
"Vivian hold up, hold up," a voice she recognised to be Susan's called out from behind her. she turned to see Susan beckon on her from the break room. Vivian figured the MD could wait for a few minutes. Susan had been her confidant at Reginald and Sons. As the Personal Assistant to the Managing Director she had understood what working under pressure meant.
She had witnessed the company expand from a logistics company to include a transport company. The pressure sometimes has been overwhelming for Vivian but the pay has been rewarding. Reginald Jnr the Managing Director, is an intelligent business man but Reginald Snr was simply cut from a different cloth. He was unscrupulous and very calculating. The two have always been at loggerheads but that has not affected the running of the company so far.
"Vivian , you need to sit down for this", Susan said immediately Vivian walked into the room. She was all sweaty and clearly agitated.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"