"You are mine, mine to take and mine to break." Heather felt blessed to be the secret lover of Asher when she was in need of help. Their time together was unparalleled for her-but all crashed before their contract ended. She found herself merely a stand-in for his long-lost first love, a role she never anticipated in their tangled web of emotions. Overcoming sadness, Heather pulled herself together for a whole new life, one without Asher's involvement. Yet fate wove a twist by reuniting her with Asher, rocking her world in unexpected ways. Amidst their separate love affairs, an undeniable pull between them pushed the boundaries of their emotions. They tried to keep their distance from each other, but their hearts were irresistibly drawn together. Would they succumb to desire once more, or would they truly put their secret past behind them and start anew?
Heather's POV:
I was extremely happy.
With my limbs languidly splayed across the king-sized bed, and my nether regions still throbbing from the intense intimacy it just experienced with the man taking his bath the adjacent room, I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
It wasn't every woman out there that could boast of catching the fancy of one of the nation's finest, youngest, richest and most endowed eligible bachelors, not to talk of having a conversation with him. Yet, here I was in Asher Welty's bed, naked-still recovering from a recent dance of passion, in his house.
No other woman on the surface of earth had that privilege but me.
It didn't matter that all of this was a super secret affair, or the fact that the terms of our little tryst were defined by him and the amount he insisted on paying to keep it going. What mattered was the exclusivity we had to each other's body. For almost three years, Asher's body had been mine alone and vice versa. It wasn't like I ever dreamed of being with anyone else besides him; he made me lose interest in other men since the first night we ever shared.
It was funny, how fate, which normally dealt blows that made my life a sick joke, decided to smile on me at the one of my darkest points; my mom had been terminally ill when I graduated from college, and while all her savings had gone into giving me a quality education, no one was willing to hire a designer with no work experience. I found myself stranded, broke and desperate to save the life of my mother–the only constant that remained in my life after the gruesome death of my dad.
My desperation had conditioned me, even though it took the death of every moral construct for me to do so, into being a stripper at an elite-only nightclub. Asher and I had met there, in a storybook manner if I might add; I was almost molested by a couple of spoiled children of moneybags and Asher had swopped in to save me. I couldn't say for sure if it was the instant chemistry that sparked up between us or because of my profuse gratitude that made me give in to his advances that night, but almost three years down the line, I was still so grateful for that that one-night stand that was the genesis of an amazing sexual adventure.
However, as I watched Asher barge into the room with an expression that was hard to read, wearing nothing but a heavy towel lazily wrapped around his lean waist, I couldn't help but feel like something was off.
First, he had stood me up two months ago when he abruptly left the country. I wanted to ask him what was wrong when he texted me, long hours after his initial order for us to meet up, informing me that I should leave and that he wasn't going to be in town for a while. But I knew from past experience that he was likely to be irked by the question if I asked and would likely rub it in my face that I was neither his wife nor girlfriend, but a paid lover. So I'd held my peace.
After two long months of craving him badly and resorting to pleasuring myself with toys-which was against Asher's rules-he'd summoned me over out of the blue. He barged in earlier with the same granite look and was extra rough while we were at it. While I didn't mind the latter, I couldn't help but worry that now the euphoria of our desires for each other was dissipating.
Asher unceremoniously dropped the towel to the floor, and for a full minute, my mind was distracted as I admired the walking Adonis; the defined lines of his toned biceps shone in the moisture of his fresh shower. His milky skin rippled and stretched as he pulled on his designer briefs and left it hanging low on his lean waist, giving me a sneak peek of the v-line of his lower abdomen. My eyes lapped up his almost-nudity with a level of hunger I didn't know existed. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips when I realized where my traitorous thoughts were beginning to wander. My face began to heat up in a blush.
"Take a picture, Heather. It'll last longer." That was the first nonsexual and longest sentence he'd said to me since he walked in, and even then, it came out as a snap.
I knew Asher wasn't normally this grumpy. I was confused as to what was going on.
"I'm sorry. Is anything the matter?"
"What do you care? Shouldn't you be picking up your stuff and getting the hell off my property?" Asher didn't even let me finish before snapping his reply.
I flinched in surprise and pulled the thick covers of his bed closer to cover up more of my body, as though that would be effective in shielding me from the sting of his harsh words.
"I'm sorry," I muttered sheepishly under my breath and began to do his bidding.
The rest of Asher pulling on the same expensive outfit he came in with while I pulled on my own clothes went by in tense silence. I heard him mutter profanities under his breath as I pulled on my panties.
I flinched in surprise when I felt his hands around the small of my back. My shock went on further when he pulled me onto the bed, sat me down and sat down beside me. It wasn't the first time, Asher would display any emotion beyond lust towards me, but it so scarcely happened, that it was the least of what I was expecting from him at that moment, especially after he just snapped at me.
I didn't know what to expect when he called my name and picked my hand to hold in both of his.
"I know that contract doesn't expire for another five months, but I am terminating it today and relieving you of your duties today."
My heart skipped double beats at the announcement.
"What?" Was the only word my brain could think of.
"What I mean to say is, today is the last day we will ever meet."
And just like that, my happiness came to a grinding halt, my entire heart shattering to pieces.
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"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
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Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
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