Inhaling deeply, I nodded as I gazed into his sexy grey eyes, "Yes. I will be your fake fiancée, Roman." He smirked, "Perfect. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, doll." +++ One day, Sofie Diaz comes home, and is given the horrendous news of her engagement to the CEO of a reputable business corporation, who is thrice her age, by her greedy parents. Infuriated, she goes to a bar to drink her frustration away. There, she meets a sexy stranger. One thing leads to another, and Sofie ends up having a one-night stand with him. The next morning, the man, Roman Giovanni, who Sofie later realizes is one of the richest CEOs in America, makes an absurd proposal, for her to be his fake fiancée for a hundred days to fulfill his grandmother's wish, for him to get married. Ignoring her logical reasoning, Sofie accepts his proposal on a whim as she'd rather fake being engaged to a hot billionaire than be the wife of an old ogre. What happens when this arrangement of theirs blooms into love spiced with a generous dash of passionate sexcapades?
Sofie's POV
I sighed as I rubbed my clammy hands on the apron that was firmly looped around my waist.
The day had gone quite tiring for me.
I wanted to do nothing more than go home, flop myself on my bed and sleep till the next day, afternoon even though I knew that was impossible.
I was about to sit down on a stool behind the counter to rest my aching legs briefly, when I felt a shadow loom over me.
Regardless, I sat down but I scoffed inwardly on seeing who it was.
"Take that order to table fifteen and be fast with it. Stop being a sloth," Daphne Humphreys, a co-worker who was also the restaurant owner's girlfriend spat condescendingly at me.
"I have been working since the day began, Daphne. How exactly am I a sloth? And if you cared to know about the affairs of the restaurant, you would know that we are on a break at the moment." I responded coolly, but with a warning note to my voice.
I was exhausted, and I didn't want to take my anger out on anyone.
Especially not on Daphne who could easily get me fired by the boss.
I often wondered whether Daphne or the boss ran the restaurant.
"Are you talking back at me? The fucking nerve you have, you dirty brat! Don't worry, I will report you to Richard. How dare you speak to me in such a rude tone?" Daphne barked like someone who had just gotten bitten by a dog.
I squeezed my eyes shut to repress the biting insult that was threatening to tear out of my mouth before I fluttered my eyes open once more.
I got up from the stool, and looked Daphne in the eye. "I never spoke rudely to you. I was just enlightening you on what you may have forgotten."
I paused to glance down at her wristwatch. "I have to go now, break is over. Excuse me." And with that, I trekked back to the kitchen before Daphne could respond.
I had lied.
I wasn't on a break. My break had long passed.
But since Daphne was dumb as fuck, I easily fooled her.
I inwardly praised myself as I carried the tray of piping hot food to the main area of the restaurant.
I made sure to avoid Daphne's piercing glare as much as I could.
And before I knew it, I was done with work for the day.
I peeled off my work clothes and placed them into my assigned locker before pulling on my t-shirt and denim pants.
Afterward, I grabbed my bag and left the restaurant.
The thought of heading home caused my heart to throb with trepidation and a heavy feeling of foreboding.
I lived with my abusive parents in a small house situated a few blocks away from the restaurant, and I hated it.
I hated going back home to my parents, and desperately hoped for the day that I would move out of their place.
They were chronic drunkards, and thieves that always stole my money to fund their disgraceful alcoholic lifestyles, and whenever I confronted them about it, they would flare up at me and sometimes, they would even beat the living hell out of me.
Lately, I had started saving some money to get my own apartment but I was yet to save a quarter of the money that I needed.
With a sigh, I pushed the wobbly gate to the house open while inwardly hoping my parents were out of the house.
The sight that met my eyes when I turned around made me gasp in fright.
Four muscular men with clean-shaven heads were standing in front of the main entrance to the house.
They were all dressed in black suits with dark sun shades to match which made them look even scarier.
My voice failed me for a brief moment as I tentatively walked toward them.
Had my parents borrowed money from a loan shark again? Had they come to take the house as collateral?
"Welcome home, Madam." They all bowed to me in unison which made me frown and step back.
Madam? What was going on?
"Who are you people and what do you want?" I asked, ignoring their greetings.
They didn't respond anymore and instead, they just stood stiffly.
That made my heart hammer violently against my chest.
It seemed my parents were around because I could hear low murmurings from inside the house.
Were my parents being tortured? Who else was inside the house with them?
Taking a deep breath to calm my anxiety, I hurriedly brushed past one of the scary-looking men into the house.
"Mum. Dad. I told you to st-" The rest of my statement got hitched in my throat as I took in the scenery of the sitting room.
My parents were comfortably seated on a sofa beside a strange, old man and they were chatting animatedly with him as if they were long-time friends.
The man couldn't be their friend. He looked too wealthy to even be associated with them.
Sitting at the center of the sitting room in his expensive suit and a cigar in between his fingers, he looked like a misfit in the midst of the shabby furniture.
"Darling, you have arrived. We have been waiting for you for quite some time now," Mum spoke with a false cheerfulness to her voice as she darted a fake smile toward me.
Something wasn't right.
I couldn't even remember the last time I was called "Sofie" by my parents talk less of a pet name.
They always called me a slut or a whore.
"You were right, Alphonso. She is such a dazzling beauty." The man nodded as he lasciviously stared at me.
I had to bite on my lips to prevent myself from rudely telling the man off.
"Of course, she takes after her mother. She is Veronica's splitting image." Dad said and they all laughed heartily, the man's lustful gaze still not leaving my body.
"Have you greeted our visitor yet?" Dad asked, in his usual demeaning tone as he darted a glare at me.
"Oh, no. It's alright, Alphonso. She's probably shocked to see me. Don't worry about that." The man waved him off, and instantly, the fake smile was back on his face.
"Sweetie, come sit next to your mother." Mum said and somehow, my legs led me to sit beside her.
Mum wrapped a firm arm around me, almost crushing my shoulder in the process, "Alexander, this is Sofie, our daughter, and Sofie, this is Sir Alexander Guilon, my former boss and your soon-to-be husband." She grinned and I saw red.
I yanked myself up from the chair and glared from Dad and Mum to Alexander who still had that shit-eating grin plastered to his wrinkled face.
"What the fuck do you mean by that? Who is whose soon-to-be husband?" I barked.
"Honey, calm down. We discussed this earlier and you were okay with it, what is with the sudden rage?" Dad lied smoothly and I scoffed.
*You discussed what with me? Even if you did so, why the fuck would I have agreed with you? When it's not as if I'm insane or something." I hollered, enraged.
Turning to Alexander, I mustered the sweetest smile I could offer. "I don't know what they may have told you but I never agreed to this bullshit of an engagement. I'm not getting married to you. You should look for your bride elsewhere, thank you."
"Pearl, we can work this out like responsible adults, can't we? I will take good care of you, my darling. I will treat you right." Alexander said, to which I snorted maliciously.
"I am not your pearl. I am Sofie and I would rather eat mud than get married to you. Excuse me." I retorted and darted one final glare at my parents and Alexander before I picked up my bag and trudged out of the house.
I ignored the confused stares that I got from the bodyguards as I stepped past them and out of the gate with angry tears welling up in my eyes, and blurring my vision.
I had no idea where I was even going at that time of the night but one question sizzled in my mind as I walked.
What the hell had just happened?
"I n-need it deeper, p-please fuck me harder," I moaned, with my sweaty back squished against the bathroom walls. Bruce gazed up at me, his grip on my waist tightening, "Say no more, kitten," He muttered, before pummeling into my wet pussy with sweet, long thrusts. Fuck, how had I waited so long to have Bruce's powerful cock inside me? Now that I finally had it, I never wanted to be apart from it. +++ Nora Simpson is a final year anatomy student at New York state university. She is your typical virgin nerd who always has her nose buried in a book, and has never had a boyfriend since birth. Meanwhile, Bruce Castillo is the hot newly transferred professor in her faculty. When they meet, sparks fly and a wild fire of lust ignites in their respective hearts. What happens when they end up accidentally locked together in the elevator overnight? Will Nora cave in to her untamed lust or will she graduate college with her virginity still very much intact?
"You look so fucking sexy with your mouth wrapped around my cock," Ryan groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts into my mouth. I moaned at his praise as I widened my mouth. And a split second later, he filled my mouth with his warm release. I smirked as I gazed up seductively at him and licked the remnants of his cum off my lips. +++ Ophelia Alvarez is a helpless third-year college student during the daytime and a bottle girl at a strip club by night. She resorted to such a controversial occupation because she has to pay for her cancer-stricken father's chemotherapy treatment. When billionaire CEO, Ryan Torres offers her a juicy proposal to be his exclusive sex slave, she has no option but to accept it to ease her Dad's medical expenses. A lot of wild sexual escapades happen between them, and they eventually part ways, albeit in a terrible manner. When fate has them meet some years later, will it be enough to get her to forgive the cruel, and arrogant billionaire, for abandoning both her and their unborn baby in a pool of blood, three years ago?
"You f*cking WH*RE!" roared Gaston St. Claire, my husband. Bringing his face closer to my terrified one, he snarled, in a lower voice filled with anguish and fury, "So it was true, eh? You were sneaking behind my back, spreading your legs and spreading your legs for other men, huh?' I shook my head, trying to focus, trying to plead, the shock spreading through me slowly. What was he talking about? I had no idea how I had gotten there-to that seedy-looking room-or how I had ended up beneath Stan Cummingham, naked and semi-conscious. Other men? What did he mean? Why didn't he believe me? April and Gaston St. Claire, the Mafia Don, have been wed and blessed with eight children. Their lives have had their fair share of ups and downs. But there's worse awaiting poor April! Bree Hampston, Gaston St. Claire's long-lost sister, turns up! She turns the Mafia Don against his faithful wife... Does she succeed? Or does April finally make a stand?
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
In a tale of secrets and deception, Peony finds herself hiding her triplets from Xander, the one person she fears the most. Desperate to keep her children safe, she goes to great lengths to keep their existence a secret. However, when Xander stumbles upon them by chance, Peony's worst nightmare becomes a reality as her triplets mysteriously vanish without a trace. Left with no other choice, Peony must turn to Xavier for help, hoping to convince him to assist in their rescue. But as they delve deeper into the tangled web of lies, the truth that has long been locked away begins to unravel. As Peony and Xavier race against time to find the missing triplets, they uncover shocking revelations about their own intertwined histories. The weight of the past threatens to consume them both, but they must set aside their differences and confront the truth together. Author: MEOONGPERSIAA Copyright: Ideaink Six Cats
For the sake of their company, Atasha Rae was forced to marry the known heartless billionaire, Lorcan Amadeus. But it only took her a week as his wife because later on, he suddenly wants a divorce immediately. So as he wished, she signed the divorce paper even after admitting to herself that she was somehow starting to fall inlove with him. Heart badly wounded, she ran away from his life. Until she discovers that she's pregnant with his child and as a result, she ends up with no choice but to keep it a secret. Out of Lorcan's awareness, she's keeping a secret that would lead him to an overflowing regret. Because for a week of their fallen marriage beyond repair, she's carrying the billionaire's heir.