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?
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!"
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husbandâs uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelynâs hand in marriage.
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. Whatâs worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldnât thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesnât seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that heâs different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts masterâeach persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashtonâs true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.