"I was always sincere with you, Why did you betray me this way? How can you accuse me of such despicable things?" Karlie questioned, her eyes fighting back hot tears but the man she was talking to wasn't paying attention. "Let's not see each other again." °°°°°° Karlie met Cillian in the most unconventional way, she thought it was love, but was it the same for him? Can a relationship built online stand the test of time?
Chapter 1
Karlie's POV:
"Girl, you can't be serious," Bianca said in between laughter, her eyes following my every move. She has always been a bit snarky about him."You're going to meet a man you don't know?"
I rolled my eyes and stared straight into her eyes. "I know him," I said for the tenth time. She made a gag sound and shook her head.
"You know him online, you don't even know his real name or face; you're going to meet a ghost." Bianca had a problem, but I didn't care to cure whatever it was, I sprayed the Oniro perfume that I got two days earlier on every part of my body and grinned widely at my reflection in the mirror.
My heart burned as I thought about what our first meeting would be like, Though he said, "no seeing his face," I still wished.
I grabbed my almost worn-out Louis Vuitton bag from the shelf and took a deep breath.
"I'll be back soon," I told Bianca before making my way to the door.
"Oh, I doubt it." She snorted. On getting to the hotel, I was expecting a big place with multicolor lightbulbs, but instead, I was met with a small motel. I checked the address he sent me again, and then at the name written on the motel, I smiled. He must be a very reserved person, I thought to myself.
I finally lodged in, and I sat down on the bed, inside the red room, waiting patiently for him to come to me. Time kept flying, and he was nowhere to be found. Forty minutes later, the door slowly creaked open, and a manly figure walked in.
"You're here," a deep ocean-like voice said rhetorically, and my heart flipped. He's here, I kept saying to myself. After months of staying anonymous, he finally agreed to meet, even though with conditions. I still see it as something worthy.
I nodded my head in the dark as if he'd seen me before, finally finding my temporarily lost voice. "I am here." He must have specifically requested the room because the color made me not see his face, but I could see his body.
"I can't believe we're meeting like this," I said softly, laughing. Even my laughter sounded awkward.
"It is what it is, sweetheart." He answered, and the tone, the voice, and the name he called me made my heart fidget.
I was losing it, and I knew. We stayed in awkward silence for a few more minutes, then his hand went to the side of the wall, and he turned off the lights.
"Why?" I inquired.
"Flashy," he responded in a single word.
Calm down, girl. What is wrong with you? I thought to myself and giggled. I was losing it for a man that I barely knew.
The room was dark, and I suddenly felt a figure standing in front of me. "You know, I never once thought that I'd be in this situation."
He uttered and chuckled; the sound of his small laughter vibrated the room. "What situation?" I inquired cluelessly and slapped a hand on my mouth.
I didn't even drink anything, and I was getting excited about everything. The thought of what could be, the dangerous decision that I made, and what it could lead to-the adrenaline was just too much, and I felt myself getting hotter with each passing second.
"So, I see that you're not that much of a talker, just like you said in the text." He picked me out, and I nodded my head.
"And I also see that you're in your late 20s, just like you made it known," He sat down beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder, followed by a light squeeze, then said, "And how did you know that? You can't even see me." He whispered into my ear, and I started hiccuping. Oh damn, I'm thoroughly fucked.
" I... I...." I wasn't able to make up a coherent response. I was too embarrassed.
"You... You... What?" He mimicked, his thumb drawing circles on my shoulder, sending zaps all over my body.
You must be very starved, Karlie. How can you be in the mood for just anyone? I said to myself. But he wasn't just anyone, he was a man that never failed to make me smile for the past five months.
I bite on my lower lip and manage to sneeze the word out of my mouth. "Your physique, it tells a lot," I said.
"Do you want to touch it?" His voice dropped of honey. He was flirting with me, I could tell. But that was the least important thing, or so I thought.
"You smell nice." He mumbled and kissed my shoulder, the same place where his hand was.
"Diego, you were 40 minutes late, you once told me that you love timely vibes." I accused and rolled my eyes.
He laid back on the bed and hummed. "I did say that, but I never said that I am a timely person."
He had a point, but still...
I giggled and turned to take a look at him, "it is nice to meet up with you today," I mumbled in a non-existent voice.
I could feel it. The over-to-the-heels attraction. It has always been there, and it felt even more so in there.
"Who said anything about being nice here? I still want to see you dance, you said it's your hobby." Diego calmly said, "Dance for me."
I couldn't believe that he remembered that. I wasn't a good dancer, I was very bad, it still baffles me why I said I could dance when we were just talking.
Was I trying to get in his good grace? That's a crazy thing to think about.
I slowly got up from the bed, praying internally that I would not embarrass myself and chase him away since I tended to do that with any guy I got interested in.
"Would you play something?" I asked but he was silent, I figured that he didn't want the phone screen light to shine on his face.
"How is school going? How was the day? "He suddenly asked, he sounded very interested so I went back and sat on the bed then huffed.
"That school is killing me, I had 3 hours of class in one sitting earlier today, and coupled with that, I was very hungry." I narrated awfully.
"What course are you studying again, I think you mentioned something in line with business." He stated and I nodded my head enthusiastically.
"I'm studying business administration, I'd like to be a business administrator, administering everything needed to businesses," I responded and chuckled softly. A soft yelp fell from my lips when a hand dragged me down and I fell on top of him. We were staring at each other but not seeing each other.
"Instead of administering businesses, why don't you start with my body?" He questioned hoarsely, I slowly raised my eyebrows, my eyes fixated on what could be his face.
I never wished to see his face as much as I wished to at that moment.
So many what-ifs running through my head.
What if he's ugly?
What if he's a very old man?
I had so many questions that can barely be answered.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked. I wasn't a baby, I knew what he meant, I was only buying more time for myself.
"I want to sleep with you,"
"What I want to do to you," He murmured as he buried his face on my hair, "I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you to oblivion." My heart leaped and my face flush. I couldn't let him get to me, I kept promising myself that. But when the stupid bond keep getting stronger and I couldn't resist his seduction, it was only a matter of time for me to give in to Kian Santos. ***** She was the good girl. Faye Bennett could do no wrong in her father's eyes. She was the next in line Alpha of her Pack, she was held to a high standard, very much respected. But a one night mistake ruined her life. The night when the tyrant Alpha whose name is Kian Santos refused to let her go.
Aranya has been on the run for decades. The more she ran the closer they gets to her. After running for a while she was finally able to settle in Manhattan but not for long as she met the man who hayed her the most there. Alpha King Alfredo Garcia. The good thing is , he couldn't recognize her. And the bad thing? He called her his mate. Aranya is the daughter of a disgraced Alpha's son and the evil witch. It was said that a child will be born which would bring misfortune to the supernatural world but no one knew who would bring such curse on them until the most powerful witch in existents and the leader of the Darklight Coven got pregnant. **** "Was it all a lie? The love you claimed to have for me." Aranya asked, her eyes welling with tears. Alfredo smirked "Who would have thoight that i would fall for a witch? It might be true in the past, but not anymore. Now, i want your head!" He hissed and within a split second he changed into his wolf form and charged on her. A cursed love story.
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES AND BEHAVIORS THAT MIGHT SEEM WEIRD TO OTHER PEOPLE SO IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED PLEASE AVOID THIS BOOK. BE WARNED THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK. "Do I make you wet, Catherine?" ★★★ She was the girl he never forget and he was the boy she couldn't remember. Catherine Meyer's life has been that of mystery, she couldn't remember anything from her childhood except for the ones she was told. At seventeen she was already living with an uncle she doesn't remember, when her uncle was transferred to New York she had to start at a new school. Her first day in Riverside High School was something she would always remember: She was claimed by a boy she doesn't even know, worst past is... She was attracted to him immediately she saw him.
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"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?"
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!
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.
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?"