Logan Reed the drummer of a reknown rockband caught the eye of innocent Linda Phillips at a show she attended and ever since then she's been lovestruck by him but did this badboy feel the same about her? He's a badboy with soft eyes and he had the attention of different women from different shows he played at. She happened to be one of conquests at first but as time went what he wanted wasn't just a fling from her but a bond, a romantic bond that could last a lifetime. Would this happen without the challenges of being a rockstar stand in the way?
The room was eerily quiet, almost uncomfortably so. It felt like even the slightest sound could be heard, and I wondered if a pin dropping would break the silence. My gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to lift my eyes. Questions raced through my mind-why was he here, and what did he want?
My nerves were on edge, my heart racing, my head spinning, and my leg bouncing anxiously as I tried to comprehend why the man who had shattered my heart multiple times was now seated in my living room, quietly smoking a cigarette, enveloped in an uneasy stillness.
He had changed, though not drastically. Some familiar traits lingered. His hair was shorter, and his style had undergone a shift. Clad in a white T shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of jean trousers, he presented a different image. His smoking habit seemed less intense, he used to be a chain smoker if I could recall; he still indulged, but the constant craving for one cigarette after another had subsided. I hadn't had the chance to meet his eyes yet, hidden as they were behind the sunglasses he wore.
The smoke danced around the air of the room, silently. His hand was resting on the armrest, tapping the leather with his index finger. His hands used to be much softer, delicate. Especially when they would wrap around my frame. Now they looked rough. More fitting for his career.
He finally removed his ray ban shades but didn't let his eyes glance at me. He let them fall anywhere and everywhere but refused to look anywhere in my direction. His lips weren't curved into a small, memorable smirk, that used to always catch my eye and make my cheeks heat up. Instead, they were straight as a line, hardly giving my cheeks a chance to even tinge pink. And when I finally managed to catch a glimpse of his eyes, they weren't soft or angelic, like I remembered. They didn't look at me with love, or lust, or roam my frame like they used to. They could hardly bring themselves to look at me, let alone, comfort me when they looked into mine. They looked lifeless. Boring. They looked empty. Which broke my heart a little at the mere sight.
"Well... Are we just going to sit here in silence?" he asked, flicking the cigarette ash in the ashtray like I remembered him always doing. His voice was scratchy, rougher and huskier. Not soft and gentle that could lull me to sleep. It sounded worn out and tired.
"I'm not sure what it is you want me to say" My eyes remained glued to the floor, and once again there was a short silence, with nothing but the sound of me, nervously cracking my knuckles.
My mind was racing. Swarming with memories, good and bad. I specifically remember the day he departed. How I cried for weeks on end, thinking I'd never recover. And I don't suppose I fully did. And now he was here. Reminding me that I'll probably never fully get over it.
The silence was deafening. It was unbearable. I honestly think this is the first time we've sat in an uncomfortable silence. It was always uncomplicated when talking with him, even in times when I thought I hated him. But that changed. He's changed.
"What are you doing here, Logan?" my voice was quiet and strained. I refused to look into his lifeless eyes, knowing it would only hurt me, and make my heart pang with sadness.
"I've really missed you. It's been years, and I've heard not a word from you" Although his words were meaningful, his tone remained nonchalant. Unbothered. Like he didn't really mean what he was saying. I supposed I was used to lies escaping his lips.
"Well... Communication works both ways" I shrugged, rubbing my hands together, looking up to the ceiling, wishing this could end, he could leave, and we could both get on with our separate lives.
"I didn't have your phone number. Didn't know where you were." He replied his tone the exact same, leaning back on the sofa, crossing his right ankle over his left thigh, and fiddling with his car keys.
"Well, you were touring from city to city, I just assumed-"
"You still had my phone number, don't you?" he scoffed, cutting me off, as he sat up straight once again, uncrossing his legs, resting his elbows on his thighs, with his hands clasped, as he leaned forward, finally attempting to look into my eyes.
"I don't know what you were expecting me to do, to constantly call you? Or sit around and mope about our good old days while waiting for your calls?"
"Oh, for God's sake" he rolled his eyes, sitting up, folding his arms, as he chuckled, humourlessly. "Of course, I didn't expect you to sit around and wait for me. But you could've dropped in. But instead you- you pack up and leave? Real fucking mature. You haven't changed" it was my turn to be pissed off.
"I loved you, Logan. I did everything I could to be with you. I hurt my family. I hurt my friends, your friends. I have done everything just to call you mine and to hold you, and you know what? It still wasn't enough for you" There were tears of mixed emotions pricking up in my eyes, and now he was looking down at the floor with shame and guilt.
"It wasn't enough" I repeated, attempting to dry my eyes, and stop the tears from spilling.
Logan stood up, timidly, and took slow steps towards me, sitting next to me. I could feel his eyes roaming my side profile, as he cautiously put an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me into him, murmuring reassurance into my hair, taking a handkerchief and drying my face with it.
When I looked up into his eyes once again, they had softened and reminded me of all those years ago when we were younger and thought love was the answer to everything. I loved him with every beat of my heart, but there's something I doubt I'll ever admit to him.
I still love him.
"Never in a million years did I think I'd be standing in the middle of a supermarket, awkwardly holding a box of condoms-for my boss's son, no less!" Emily Lane landed the job of her dreams straight out of high school, becoming the personal assistant to one of the most powerful businessmen in the world. But she hadn't anticipated the bonus package that came with the role-his son, Shawn Cole. Shawn is the definition of trouble: charming, flirty, and way too good-looking for his own good. For three years, Emily has dodged his playful advances, mastering the art of keeping him in line while secretly enjoying their banter. Their dynamic is harmless, just two people trading quick wit and stolen laughs. But lately, something has shifted. The teasing lingers a little longer, the glances feel a little more loaded, and Emily is starting to wonder if Shawn's just playing-or if her own heart is starting to betray her. When the line between playful friendship and something much deeper begins to blur, Emily realizes she might be in over her head
Reader's Discretion: This book is for readers not less than the age of 18, it contains high levels of sexual activities of all kinds. âťťTalk to me dirty while I please youâťž I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Fabian let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Fabian" -- Camilla Minx is an eighteen-year-old nymphomaniac, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Rodney Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son.
Warning: Sexually explicit with lots of kinks and smut. The use of violent language is also included. "Hold me like the strings of your guitar and squeeze my breast like you're holding a note" Austin Sharpe, the lead singer of the pop-rock sensation Planet Orange, is hurtling toward self-destruction. The aftermath of a breakup with the woman he believed to be his true love has set him on a perilous course. Acquiring a reputation as one of Los Angeles' most notorious bad boys, his actions are jeopardizing the future of his successful career. Despite the concern of his family and bandmates, no one seems capable of steering him away from this destructive path. Enter Clara Peterson, an LA newcomer originally from Lynchville, Virginia. Aspiring for a life beyond the simplicity embraced by those in her hometown, she seizes a remarkable opportunity when a major record label takes notice of her. The only hitch? She must embark on a tour with Austin Sharpe, the pop-rock star infamous for his unsavory behavior and bad attitude. However, could there be more to Austin than meets the eye? Perhaps LA's most notorious bad boy isn't as bad as his reputation suggests.
"I want every bit of you, your touch, smell, I want your voice to be everything I hear and I want your pussy to be the only one I fuck". "You're eternally mine and I am eternally yours, don't give in to the temptation of these other dudes, you know no one does it better than I do, my favourite song." "Fuck me like you hate me, eat me like I'm your last meal, my favourite song".
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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!"
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?