22 year old Dalia came to New York City to escape a traumatic past and start a new life. She met Alexander with whom she had a one night stand the weekend before she started her work as a personal assistant in one of the largest firms in the city. Her one night stand turned out to be her cold and strict boss whom she had to work closely with. 27 year old Alexander is one of New York's hottest billionaires. He went off the social media radar after an incident that left a dent in his life. He came back after 3 years and had a one night stand with someone that turned out to be his new personal assistant. Will they be able to move past their traumatic past and give in to the chemistry between them? What will happen when both of their pasts come back into their lives and they have to face them again? Will they be able to navigate the waters of deception and betrayal and find their happy ever after?
Dalia's POV
"I got the job, Chels", I screamed as I made my way into the apartment and saw my bestie in the living room typing away at her laptop.
She got up excitedly when she heard me scream and came to hug me.
"Oh, Lia. I knew you could do it, I said it several times", she hugged me again and we squealed like teenagers.
"Yeah, yeah, mommy, you said it and you were right", I rolled my eyes at her playfully and we laughed again.
"This calls for celebration,Lia. We should go out and have a drink or two, what do you think?"Chelsea asked me even though she knows I will decline either way.
"I don't think so Chels. I have to report to work on Monday and I have to go to Darbie's in the morning to tell her I won't be working at the coffee shop anymore and then shop for clothes in the afternoon, I think it's a bad idea to go out for drinks tonight", I came up with excuses, hoping to God that she will drop the issue like she's always done but that wasn't the case.
"I was expecting you to say that actually. Too bad it has already been decided and there's nothing you can do about it. Girl, you've been here for 6 months and I notice you've been avoiding people like plague, I wonder how you relate at work. I know something happened but I won't push you, Lia, I'd be here when you're ready to talk but tonight, we're going out and that's it", Chelsea said and I know she's right.
"But......", I tried to argue weakly with her but she wasn't having it.
"No buts, get your sexy black ass into your room and dress nice. We're going clubbing and that's final. Who knows, you might loosen up and end up getting laid, it's been a while", she said and ran into her room.
I shook my head in amusement and went into my room to get dressed. Guess we're going out today .
I showered carefully making sure my hair was not touched. I wrapped a towel around me and exited the bathrooms. I picked out a cute nude coloured top that doesn't require bra(I hate them), a black leather skirt, black knee length boots and a nude coloured shoulder bag to go with it. I picked out a lace thong and started getting ready.
As I got ready, I thought about how my life had changed drastically in the last 6 months. An incident happened that made me leave my hometown and come to New York City. I thank God for blessing me with Chelsea, because without her, I might not have been able to have a fresh start.
I combed out my hair and left it down like that. I put on mascara and eyeliner that made my brown eyes pop and added lipgloss to complete the look.
I looked myself over in the mirror and liked what I saw, it's been a while since I dressed up(well, it's been over six months but who's counting). After I was satisfied with what I saw, I picked my phone and exited my room to see Chelsea already chugging down alcohol.
I cleared my throat and she whipped around so fast I thought she might get a whiplash. She smiled at me sheepishly at being caught already drinking when we are going out for drinks . She looked me up and down and clapped her hands excitedly.
"Oh my God, Lia! You look reborn, now this is the Dalia I used to know. You look so hot, I will definitely bang you if I was into girls", she said appreciatively, making me do a 360° turn for her.
"You look hot too, Chels. Thank you", I smiled at her while complimenting her too. Chelsea curtsied mockingly and we both laughed.
I wasn't lying, she looked so good in her black body fitting gown and gold heels that she bodied well, the gown had a big circle in the back which made it impossible to wear a bra. She left her hair in waves and her make up was minimal and made her eyes pop.
We made our way outside when the ride Chelsea ordered for us came, there's no doubt we looked hot as hell as we left our apartment.
When we got to the club, there was a long line of people and all Chelsea had to do was greet the bouncer and we were let in. I don't even want to know what had transpired between them, I can't keep up with Chelsea's many sexual escapades.
We entered the club and it reeked of alcohol and sweat and the loud music blaring from the speakers almost made me dizzy. Chelsea dragged me to the bar and ordered 6 shots of their strongest alcohol. The bartender brought it and we both chugged the shots. It burned my throat but felt good after.
"I guess we're getting wasted tonight" was my thought as we ordered more shots again.
About an hour later, I'd already lost count of how much alcohol we've consumed. We were laughing uncontrollably and it was obvious we were on our way to being drunk. Or you could say we were drunk.
We made our way to the crowd of sweaty people dancing, grinding and rocking one another and started dancing. We grinded on each other sensually and laughed when the other person did something funny.
We were having fun and just enjoying our night when Chelsea saw a man that caught her attention and shouted over the loud music that she'll be back. I nodded my head at her and she made her way over to her prey for the night.
I continued dancing, randomly grinding on people and just having fun when I felt hands on my waist. I ignored it at first, I was at a club afterall and people are meant to dance amongst themselves. I continued dancing trying to separate myself from the man when I felt him pull me closer, his two arms snaked around my waist and his hot breath hit my shoulder.
I was angry that this man was trying to violate me. I might be a bit tipsy but that still doesn't give anyone the right to touch me inappropriately.
"Excuse me, what the actual fuck do you........", i turned around prepared to give the bastard a piece of my mind when I was met with the most handsome man I've ever met in the entirety of my life and my words got stuck in my throat.
"Hi, angel", his deep voice reached my ears and I swear I almost forgot how to breathe.
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Dante slowed his pace, withdrawing until only the tip was still inside her before thrusting his hips once,eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. He brought his mouth down to hover over hers. "Can you feel me,my love?"He rasped. Renee angled her head,nipping at his lips."Yes,I feel you." ------------ To save her family from a loanshark,Renee Gallo agrees to be married to Dante Moretti, a man who has been called many names. He has been labeled as a devil,as a hideous-looking demon,the notorious son of Gustavo Moretti. But it turns out that this man who is cruel to the world loves and pampers her more than she had ever imagined.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."