"Are you ready for me baby?" I nodded my head and licked my lips seductively, making his cock even harder than before. I got on all fours, arched my back, and spread my legs wide to show him my moist, glistening pussy. "P-Please." I gasped as he ran his fingers over my folds and smacked them, causing my excitement to trickle down my thighs. He positioned his cock at my entrance before gently entering me. "Fuck, this pussy keeps getting tighter and tighter." He growled out, clutching my ass as he drew out from me, then rammed back into me with full power, causing tears to fall from my eyes at how incredible it felt. She is crushing hard, while he is dealing with a broken heart. What happens when they eventually meet? Will sparks fly or will hearts be broken?
There he is-the man of my dreams. Everyone went away as I started heading down the aisle, leaving only the two of us. I can't believe I'll soon become Mrs. R-
~BEEPPP BEEPPP!~
Fuck me.
This obnoxious clock disrupted my lovely dream about me and Enzo. I was walking down the aisle with our 15 children behind me.
What? My dreams are enormous.
I used my hand to knock the nasty monster off the nightstand and onto the floor, and I heard a loud crash that forced me to open my exhausted eyelids. The first thing I noticed was an alarm clock shattered into pieces on the ground. Oops?
That's what you get for not letting me continue my trek down the aisle to marry my ideal boyfriend. Couldn't wait to say my I DO.
I yawned and wiped my eyes, still feeling exhausted. My joy faded when I realized that I had school today. Ew!
I dreaded going to school.
Well, not really. I simply despise the children that attend there, especially since he and that bitch Chelsea will be there; she loves to test my patience, and he makes my life at school a living nightmare. Even though I continue to receive A's, I can no longer concentrate on academics.
They say that when someone bullies you, it is because they are envious of you or like you, but I don't believe that. What's there to enjoy, anyway?
I am in my senior year and am 18 years old. I have blue eyes like my mother and dark brown hair, and I'm 5'5. I also have curves that I don't want to exhibit anymore because of him. He blamed it on the fact that I have attractive curves. Is it truly my fault that I was born with curves, though?
Remembering that encounter with him made my eyes moist, but I blinked them away. This is not the time for it.
Thank goodness this will be my final year at that Godforsaken school. I couldn't face another year at that oppressive institution; the only people I tolerated were Jessica Collins and Allison Grey, my two wonderful closest friends.
I really adore them; they are just the greatest. I had another popular best friend, but things went awry, and our friendship dissolved. I'll get back to it shortly.
I live with my lovely mother and my 16-year-old younger brother; our father abandoned us when he discovered my mother was pregnant with my brother. Like, who does that? According to him, he just recognized that he did not want any children and that they were too lot to cope with.
Guess what, sperm donor? If you didn't want any children, you should have wrapped it before tapping it.
Only the Lord knows how much I despise that man.
He is dead to me.
Not that we care about him since our mother is just the finest; she works as a nurse and occasionally has late-night shifts, but she never lets that stop her from spending time with us.
She's the finest.
Now that I'm getting ready for school, everyone knows how much I enjoy jogging. I have a whole wardrobe full of them in every color and design; to be honest, they're simply too comfy. I intend to wear one of my jogging suits today.
When I was finished, I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and applied light makeup that included moisturizer, concealer, powder foundation, blush, mascara, and lip gloss.
I took my suitcase and phone and headed downstairs to wait for my brother while I started cooking our meal, which included pancakes and eggs. We don't have a car yet, but Jessie always picks us up on her way to school.
I soon heard my brother coming down the stairs with his suitcase in his hands, yelling my name and looking like someone was following him with a knife. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or go with him, so I simply stood there like a statue, blinking as I watched him.
To be honest, I adore my brother, but he can be quite obnoxious at times, like if he swallowed a radio or something. He talks about so many things that don't make sense that your ears will hurt; don't think I'm exaggerating because it's true.
Apart from not keeping his mouth shut, he's quite overprotective of me. We also go to the same school but in separate years, and he only has one buddy, Lilly. I haven't met her yet, but he speaks about her nonstop.
Between you and me, I bet he likes her more than a buddy but won't confess it.
Yet.
"Bri I thought you left me." He pouted at me, and I turned around to take in his appearance. He wore black trousers, a white shirt, and white Nike shoes, and his blond hair was gelled back, looking cute with his two dimples showing when he smiled.
Eww! Now I see why girls adore him.
I hoped I had dimples, too.
I am a sucker for dimples.
"Now why would I leave my walking radio?" I offered to give him his meal, and he grabbed it instantly, devouring it without leaving any crumbs. I'm not shocked; he eats like a cow.
"MOM, BRIELLE IS BEING MEAN TO ME." He called out to Mom, who was upstairs, just as I slapped him on the back of the head. Oh, did I mention he is a mama's boy? no? "Brielle Alana Reid, please stop being mean to your brother." My mother scolds me as she walks into the kitchen; she is a lovely lady with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Everyone claims I'm her twin.
However, my brother, the unfortunate guy, has the hair color of our sperm donor and gray eyes.
"Sorry, Mom." I told her that as she turned her back, I saw Luke stretching his tongue out at me; I wanted to take it out of his lips, but instead, I mouthed 'Devil' to him.
When I noticed Jessie had texted that she was outside, I proceeded to get my luggage.
"Mom we're leaving now, enjoy your day love you." I kissed her on the forehead and left the room, while Luke also said goodbye.
"Bye my babies, love you both." She yelled as we ran out of the home.
"You too, mom." We said as we walked out. After locking the door, we noticed Jessie's car waiting for us; perhaps school won't be such a pain in the ass this time. Right?
I hope so.
Alessia Marino is a regular nanny until she is hired to care for the Mafia King's children. Enzo Rossi is the stunningly attractive King of Mafia, but his ex-wife cheated on him. He would have murdered her, but he does not want his children to know he killed their mother. He has no time for children, and every nanny that comes along tries to cling to him rather than the children; this is his final straw, and maybe his second love. What if they become entangled in a love that refuses to end?
This book is the part 2 of "One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger" Peyton Smith believed that perfection was just a few weeks away. She might finally have the future she had always imagined: the ideal partner, the ideal nuptials, the ideal suburban home. That was before her fiancé absconded and wed a showgirl from Las Vegas. It might have been an understatement to say she was a little irritated. Nevertheless, her life as she knew it shouldn't have ended because of a foolish video that was posted on Facebook. Thank you so much, Finn Devereaux enjoyed his life just the way it was. When his editor requested that he write a blog series on the lady whose breakdown went viral, he was not impressed at all. Trying to make her fall in love with him over some foolish wager made on national television was the last thing he needed or wanted. However, what could a man do? It was a challenge, after all, and perhaps he could lessen the shame that would undoubtedly befall them both in the aftermath of that challenge. She was over husbands, marriage, and white picket fences, and he didn't believe in happily ever after, so there was no prospect of them falling in love. Hello my beautiful and handsome readers, I would like to inform you all that this story is a series and I will be posting all of them here, I hope you all enjoy the story 🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖 thank you🙏💕 all so much for ur support.
Her physique was stunning. I wanted to plunge into her trace my tongue over her stiff nipples and grab her hips. I wondered what noises she would make if I gave her a hard push, and when she would finally shout my name. The question was not if but rather when she would yell my name. I shook my head, attempting to get my thoughts under control. It was a very risky decision to start with me if she had never been touched by a guy. I was filled with anxiety. 'Starting off' would not occur, since it suggested a continuance, yet all she had was a conclusion. I hadn't merely arrived at the solutions. She was going to pass away at my hands tonight.
Since she could remember, Cassie Smith had been in love with Nathan Greg. When she left home to attend a university two states away, they transitioned from being best friends in school to friends with benefits. Their once-a-month weekends were the pinnacle of her life, when he would fly in to see her and she would have him all to herself for the whole, uninterrupted weekend. Then he announced his impending marriage to her. Cassie had to take action to restore order since her idealized world was in danger of collapsing. She wanted to be the woman Nathan married and had a happy life with because she needed him in her life. She thus devised a scheme to interrupt the wedding and kidnap the groom. She later met Brian. In order to make the groom envious and aid her in calling off the wedding, Brian Colleen, the reclusive aviation Billionaire, promised to pose as her lover. She began to doubt her allegiance to Nathan as a result of his stunning green eyes and the way he made her feel when he touched her. He's also Nathan's stepbrother, incidentally. She couldn't deny that she felt something for Brian, but what would it indicate for her relationship with Nathan going forward? Should she continue on her current path and work for the happily ever after she had always envisioned with Nathan, or take a risk on a new relationship with Brian? Please dear readers, I want to inform you all that this story is in series and I will be uploading all of them in the story, thank you all.
For the sake of their company, Atasha Rae was forced to marry the known heartless billionaire, Lorcan Amadeus. But it only took her a week as his wife because later on, he suddenly wants a divorce immediately. So as he wished, she signed the divorce paper even after admitting to herself that she was somehow starting to fall inlove with him. Heart badly wounded, she ran away from his life. Until she discovers that she's pregnant with his child and as a result, she ends up with no choice but to keep it a secret. Out of Lorcan's awareness, she's keeping a secret that would lead him to an overflowing regret. Because for a week of their fallen marriage beyond repair, she's carrying the billionaire's heir.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Alcohol and heartbreak are definitely not a good combo.Too bad I learnt that a little too late. I’m Tessa Beckett and I painfully got dumped by my boyfriend of three years.That led me to getting drunk at a bar and having a one-night stand with a stranger.Before he would see me as a slut the next day,I paid him for the sex and deeply insulted his ability to please me. But this stranger turned out to be my new boss!