" Lets fuck but let it be a quickie ", l breathed out. With that said , he out of the blue turned me around and he crushed his lips over mine . Though l was a bit taken a back , l instantly responded . This was wrong but I still loved it . With in a few minutes , he pushed his tongue in my mouth and began to claim me . With our tongues dancing in to each other's mouth , l felt his fingers run and slowly massage me in between my thighs . Feeling him, I instantly parted them to give him way to my paradise . I burned with need." Just a quickie , this is wrong ''
I had two choices: Stay where I'm at and plunge first into a scandalous disaster that would forever leave a stain on my record or leave and start fresh at an entirely new school. I wanted none of those two choices but I had nothing to do since l brought the disaster to myself. *** "Tracy, do we have a deal?", I stared up into Bruce's cold eyes as he glanced over his desk at me. His jaw was wound tight as if he was a bomb, he would have exploded in less than three minutes. He had been talking for a good time but l was lost in my own mind.
"I still don't understand why I have to make this decision and yet professor Milenkovic is going to keep his job and stay here, it sounds like you trying to protect him. Are you trying to sweep this under the rug, Bruce Donavan ?", I cocked up an eyebrow letting him know that l wasn't the type of girls he could pull the wool over their eyes and get away with it. He could try to hide the fact that professor Milenkovic was a complete womanizing jerk- tricking his female students into having sex with him - but l knew the truth. Clearing his throat, he watched me intently as he adjusted his tie. "I'm not sweeping anything under the rug", He adjusted in his lavish leather chair before shuffling some papers in front of him. "If any of this gets out Ms. Walter , you and l both know it won't be just the professor in trouble. You will face jail time as well", He spoke with his eyes on me. I groaned inwardly at his words. He was right. If l hadn't tried to burn his house down and then basically assault him, l wouldn't be here faced with a life changing decision. "Fine, where do my credits transfer to?", I knew there were only a few universities in the states that would allow me to transfer so many credits and two or three were close by. This only meant that l would get transferred to the farthest school possible. "It's a fine university, Tracy. You will find that it is just a short drive out of Luxembourg , we believe you will love NewOrleans this time of year", He began shuffling more papers on his table until he found what he was looking for then he handed me a small stack of papers with my name printed on top. "NewOrleans"? Doesn't it get cold there?", I asked. I hated winter and the thought of getting stuck in the tundra while this jerk gets to stay in sunny Lux made my blood boil. Bruce Donavan sighed while shaking his head. "I know it's not your first choice, Ms. Walter's but this is what I have got. Take it or leave it but know if you leave it, you will go to jail - that is the judge's terms", When I heard his words, my fists balled up on my lap and l crinkled the papers in my hand as l glared at the dean in front of me. He was probably laughing at me inside his heart. He knew it that l had no say in all of this. I was totally screwed up. "I guess , I'm off to NewOrleans then", Standing up from my seat, l turned and headed towards the door but, I didn't open the door quickly. l just stopped in mid motion. I had one more message for the dean. "Can you give professor Edwards a message for me?", At my question, the dean looked up with curiosity written all over his face. Caring less about it, l reached into my back pocket and extended my middle finger toward him. "Nice", He replied dryly while shaking his head at me. Yes I meant. That bastard should fuck himself. A small chuckle vibrated through my chest as l left his office. I made sure that I slammed the door hardly behind me. As l made my way across the campus, l looked down at the papers in my hands noting that they were copies of my transfer. The date on the top told me that I will be starting at the new college in a week's time. Too bad that useless professor was MIA at the moment, l would have given him a proper farewell - a punch to his perfect nose. As l was walking, l stopped for a moment then looked at the papers. Standing still , l flipped through the papers until I found what I was looking for. It was my housing situation, it looked like the dean had me sharing a house near the campus with four other girls. I didn't know anymore but I still couldn't wait to meet them. Sighing out, l shoved the papers beneath my arm and headed back to my current house to start packing. The faster l packed up, the faster l could get out of here and I needed that. If l stay here any longer, l will end up hunting the useless professor then make him suffer as much as I was. Good enough my roommates were all away, l quickly packed up my stuff then put them in my car. I spun around and looked at the apartment l had lived in for the last two years and l noticed how l didn't feel an ounce of sadness. I could see that there was nothing here for me anymore. Closing up the door behind me , l descended the familiar stone steps and climbed into my spots car. As l drove away from the house, l had grown to know, l didn't look back once. I had to start over and l had to do it right now. Starting over meant - no professors , no more forbidden desires.
"I will come back here, Braelyn Haralson. I will return, destroying you and everything you love," he'd whispered, silent tears pooling in his eyes, but he'd never let them fall. **** THE REJECTED ALPHA’S RETURN
Word I will fuck you every night, l own you. I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst.
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.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
"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."
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.