Dangerous, sexy, and arrogant, bad-boy billionaire, Dominique Gray always gets his way; in the boardrooms and even in the bedroom. His arrogance is twice the size of his bank account and he walks like he owns the universe. Running away from her past and the life she'd hoped to forget, Robyn Denver fled from Italy to New York City, hoping to start afresh as a practical nurse in one of the most prestigious hospitals in the state. A new life, a new place, and a new identity. Everything is going as planned, not until Robyn crosses paths with Dominique Gray, one of the country's most influential and powerful figures. He's everything she'd vowed to stay away from, yet she hates the fact that he brings out the woman in her she'd locked and long suppressed. He's alluring, manipulative, domineering, all of everything she loathes, but yet she can't resist the billionaire's charms. Dominique wants the one thing he knows he can't have, but yet he's not willing to back down. Robyn Denver is everything challenging and feisty, and one thing Dominique Gray loves is a challenge. After a heated and passionate one night together in a masked charity event, Robyn walks away with Dominique Gray craving for more. But what happens when Dominique Gray wants the one thing Robyn isn't willing to give? Her heart. And when the past Robyn has been running away from disrupts her new life, will Robyn let her heart cherish the one best thing in her life or will her past keep them apart? *** CONTENT WARNING: This story is rated for a mature audience and includes explicit sexual content, sexual language, and violence.
"Robyn, working many shifts and trying to avoid the real world is not going to get you laid. You need to get out and have fun and since today is my birthday, you don't have any excuse." My best friend and roommate, Monique, rants on the phone as I listen to her chirpy voice through the earbuds in my ears.
I want to argue with her and point out for the millionth time that I'm okay the way I am and that I don't need a man, but instead, I clamp my mouth shut. There is no point. Because I'm going to go home and Monique will be there to remind me how I'm not getting laid enough.
So instead, I do what's best for my brain right now, which means not arguing with her as I fill out my report. "Sure thing, Mom. I hear you."
"Are you being sarcastic again?" Monique asks. I can picture her smirking with her forefinger in between her lips, biting the nail.
"Something like that." I chuckle. "Look, I gotta go. I have got work to do and right now you're not being helpful."
"Robyn-"
I smile. "Yeah, got you. I need to get out and get laid. We're gonna talk later." I hang up immediately, taking in deep breaths as I shut my eyes for a second.
Fuck, y'all let me be for a second.
As I fill out my report, with Katy Perry Roar blasting from my earbuds, I hum the lyrics of the song. A pale hand appears in my vision, knocking on the desk, as I raise my head at once, locking eyes with a pair of green eyes.
"Fuck, you surprised the shit out of me," I say to this stranger as I pull out one earbud and pause the song.
He stands upright, a small smile on his lips as he watches me. "You've got a potty mouth, huh?"
"Um, who are you?" I ask, briefly giving him a once-over.
The stranger in front of me is tall, with short blonde hair, broad shoulders, good looking, and from the lab coat he's wearing, I think he's a doctor. And damn, he's fine. Like really fine. If I was into a workplace affair, this man in front of me would have been a good lay.
But who cares, right?
"I'm Doctor Sanders." He says, briefly giving me a once over as he slips his hands into his lab coat pockets.
Doctor? Interesting.
"Oh. I'm Robyn. Robyn Denver. I'm a practical nurse here."
"Yeah, I know you. I called your name like three times while I watched you hum loudly." He says as he stares at me.
"I'm sorry. I had earbuds on."
"You're pretty popular around here."
"Is that so?"
"Sort of," he says and exhales. "Well, I'll be taking over from Doctor Ricci, so you'll be working with me from now henceforth."
"What happened to Doctor Ricci?"
"Oh, he got transferred. I'm in charge now."
"And he's left?"
"Are you two dating?" Dr. Sanders asks, his gaze scrutinizing. I try not to roll my eyes.
Over my dead body will I date that dog. Also, relationships are the last thing I want right now.
"No! What?" I scoff and drop the pen on the desk. "Do you need assistance?"
"Yes, I do. I need you to take a patient's blood sample for me and please be careful when you do that. Doctor Ricci told me about your work here."
"Did he?" I ask and stand up, as Doctor Sanders and I walk out of the nurses' station together.
"Not very good stuff, if I may say."
Of course. Why am I not surprised?
I've always rooted for Doctor Ricci. He was my favorite Doctor in this hospital for a while until he fucked things up. He was pretty hot, and I knew for a fact he was a man slut, but he was great. He was good-looking and attractive, almost all the female nurses and a few doctors found him insanely attractive. He was cherished by everyone, including the president of this hospital. But behind the charisma and the stance lies an arrogant pervert.
"And after the blood sample, prep yourself, you're joining me in surgery." Doctor Sanders says. And with a small smile, he disappears into a corner.
Fuck my life.
The patient's blood sample I'm supposed to take is a man in his mid-twenties. After taking his blood sample, I drop it off at the lab and prepare myself for surgery with the new Doctor.
As I watch him work, I continue to hum Katy Perry's Roar under my breath. It's like a stress-free song for me. Whenever I'm under a lot of pressure from work, this is my go-to song partially because it reminds me of who I used to be before I moved to New York. This song is a motivation, actually.
Doctor Sanders isn't all that bad. He's like Doctor Ricci, the difference is that Doctor Sanders doesn't flirt like Ricci. Which is nice. When Doctor Ricci still worked here, he would constantly flirt with the nurses and residents, and oftentimes he would touch them inappropriately. I fucking despised him. The only good quality about him is that he was a good doctor. A surgeon, actually, and everyone adored him to the point they turned a blind eye to every one of his filthy habits.
In the few hours I've worked with Doctor Sanders today, he is always quiet. We've barely had any discussion or conversation and I liked that for a change. Doctor Ricci was arrogant and he talked a lot to the point he always talked out of point.
"Robyn, can you stop?" Doctor Sanders asks, the mask he's wearing muffled his words a little.
"What?"
"Can you please stop humming to that song and tapping your feet on the floor like an old person? That's not attractive at all." Okay, who cares?
"I hum to Roar when I'm stressed," I say.
Doctor Sanders sighs as he fights the urge to rub his temple. That's exactly what I've been doing this past hour, annoying the shit out of Doctor Sanders. I'm sure he's thinking about resigning already.
"Are you okay?" I ask, with mockery in my tone as I smirk at him.
"Please, stop humming. I can't concentrate on that loud annoying humming. It's like the whistling of a kettle." He says, with his very evident Scottish accent.
I roll my eyes.
"Sure thing, Sandals," I mutter, purposefully calling him sandals.
"Sanders." He corrects my wrong pronunciation of his name. "It's Doctor Sanders for you. Not Sanders or Sandals."
"Okay. Doctor Sandals." I say with a sly smirk. I'm never calling him Doctor Sanders anytime soon.
Doctor Sanders groans as he shakes his head and goes back to work. He's quitting tomorrow. I can tell already.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Robyn?" Doctor Sanders asks me after a long silence.
I sigh and bite the inside of my cheeks.
"No. Why?"
"Nothing. I'm just wondering how anyone can keep up with your loud humming. I've only known you for a few hours and I feel like quitting medicine entirely."
"What?" I chuckle. I shake my head and roll my eyes.
"I'm a fun person. I just try to stay positive and it seems it annoys a lot of people." I say, briefly glancing at the resident doctor standing next to me.
"Yeah. A lot of the nurses here don't like you. They think you pretend to be optimistic. You know, see the good in every bad situation." Doctor Sanders says and I roll my eyes. "And also, you're probably the most beautiful nurse in this hospital, so I think they're just jealous." Oh damn.
It's a line he's probably used before on different women and sadly it's not going to work on me if that's what he's hoping for.
I don't care much about flirty words from men and I don't let it affect my sense of thinking. Men would say anything to get into a woman's pants.
"Don't flatter yourself, Ms Denver. I'm not flirting with you. I am a professional man and I like to leave it that way." Huh-huh.
"Yeah, whatever," I mutter as I get back to my work, passing instruments to the doctor.
In my peripheral vision, I see Doctor Sanders staring at me for a brief moment.
"I feel like we'll be good friends. You might even turn out to be my favorite nurse. So far you're not bad. Except for your annoying humming." he says as he gives me a small smile.
"Thank you, Doctor Sandals." I grin at him.
He groans loudly and says, "I take everything I said back." I roll my eyes and chuckle.
I've always loved my profession as a nurse because I've always loved helping people. I might not be a registered nurse yet, but I love my job. I love to assist these patients and take care of them when they feel like they are not going to make it out alive.
Being born into a family with money can be profitable but in my case, it was suffocating to the point I couldn't breathe anymore. I have endured my parents' control and abuse for years until the day I decided I had to leave.
I went to high school in the UK after spending a few years in Italy and graduated from Middle School. I graduated from Stanford University with a business degree, one of the best schools in the United States. Throughout my years at Stanford, I was tempted to quit, to run away. But I knew better than anyone to try and do something like that. But during my sophomore year, I knew I had to try and get away. I didn't know how, but I had to start from somewhere. I had to make plans so that I didn't leave any trail behind for my family to follow.
Before I moved to New York, I lived in Italy with my family. Everything about my life and that of my siblings was planned by my parents. I came from a family with a long line of wealth. My parents are billionaires, with the police and the entire state in their pockets. They control everything just like they control the lives of my siblings and me. I couldn't get out, I just knew it even though I hadn't tried it then. We were puppets to my parents and they were the ones pulling the strings. Whatever we were told to do by my parents, is what we do. And that includes our education, the things we wear, what we eat, and our relationships.
My father wanted us to be in the family business and he made sure of it. I was his assistant, handling everything that concerned the family business.
The day I left Italy was four years ago. I'd been living in a shell and I couldn't breathe anymore. I had made up my mind that I wouldn't let my parents have power over me. I had to get out, far away to a place they could never find me. I had to leave the abuse, the hate, the control, and every negative thing that attached itself to my family. I had had enough. I didn't have control over anything anymore. My life was being controlled for me and I wanted to leave. To go someplace to start afresh, with my past and my secrets locked far away.
And I did just that. I entered my car one Sunday morning with nothing but my handbag and a bag full of cash as I drove out of the city without taking a second glance at the place I've always called home. I threw away my phone, my credit cards, and my identity card the minute I drove out of my family's estate and I never looked back.
The minute I stepped foot in New York City, I told myself I would be better. That I had escaped hell and I was going to live my best life. Freedom. I had just taken a bold step and there was no going back. I'm stronger now and independent.
It didn't take me a week to get an apartment and get into nursing school. My roommate, Monique, is my best friend. She's the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and till today I'm happy I met her in New York. She doesn't know who I am or the family I'm from. I made sure of that. I wanted to start afresh and I didn't need anything that would remind me of my past, especially since I was in hiding.
Today's Monique's birthday and I'm supposed to pick up her cake from her favorite bakery after my shift at the hospital. I quickly changed out of my scrubs and got dressed in a casual outfit. Cream-colored sweater, black jeans, and white sneakers. I tie my hair up in a loose ponytail as I grab my handbag and rush out of the hospital, not before waving to Tiwa, she's my friend too, and a nurse, goodbye.
I slip inside my car and drive out of the parking lot. I drive straight to the bakery and pick up Monique's cake. I pay the bakery owner and hurry out of her bakery with Monique's cake. My last stop is the mall. I need to pick up Monique's birthday present that I'm supposed to give to her once I get home.
I get out of my car with my handbag as I walk inside the mall. I walk toward the jewelry store. The salesgirl greets me as I pick up the customized, diamond necklace I planned on gifting Monique. She saw it online and she liked it and always wanted to get it for herself. But Monique couldn't afford it because it was kind of expensive, (her words), and also, according to Monique, there are better things to do with money. I pay for it, collect the receipt, and leave the mall.
I unlock my car and slip inside as I toss my handbag on the passenger's seat. I place Monique's birthday present close to her cake as I start the engine and try to back out of my parking spot. The loud bang behind me and the alarm of a car make me step on the break at once.
Oh, shit, did I hit something?
"Oh, God. What have you done, Robyn?"
I step on the gas pedal to quickly escape out of here before the owner of the car sees me and maybe something bad might happen after, but instead, I hit the car from behind again. I look down, frowning at my feet on the clutch pedal.
"Fuck." I curse, shaking my head.
How the hell did I pass my driving lessons? Oh, right. I didn't. My father didn't take any of his children to driving school. He just bought us cars and told us to "figure shit out".
I groan and look up at the rearview mirror as someone steps out of the backseat of a car.
Fuck me. Please, not the Royce, not the freakin' Rolls Royce.
It's the freakin' Rolls Royce. It's a black Rolls Royce. The new model. The expensive model. Compared to my 2010 Toyota Camry, I just hit an expensive and luxurious car that obviously belongs to someone rich.
When I left Italy, I didn't drive straight to New York. I sold my Ferrari halfway, took a train, a bus, and another train, just to make sure I wasn't being followed. Then I got a new car in New York. A car that doesn't scream class, but also doesn't scream "I'm broke as fuck." It wasn't all that cheap, but also it wasn't a luxurious car. And I made a promise to myself to avoid trouble and this happened to be one of them.
The first thing I see before the person steps out of the car is the expensive dress shoes. It's a man. A very tall man, I can tell by his long legs. He shuts the car door and buttons his suit jacket while glaring at me through my side mirror.
"Oh, shit." I sink into my car seat with my hands on the steering wheel, gripping onto it for dear life.
The man stops outside my driver's window as he glares at me. Like, damn, how is he this handsome?
I try to hide how perplexed I am at how attractive this man is as I stare at him through the driver's window. He's tall, with golden skin, and his hair is a shade of dark brown that's perfectly styled and slicked back. His face is that of a model, without blemishes, and his nose, how the hell is it that straight? His lips are a dark shade of red and his eyes are the most beautiful pair of blue I've ever seen. I almost got lost in his ocean-blue eyes.
I gulp.
He knocks on my window calmly as he glares at me, with his dark brooding stare.
"Roll down the window, will you?" I read his lips. I stare at him and slowly shake my head no.
I don't know this man or who he is, but I know one thing for sure; he's powerful and rich. I can literally smell the dominance and wealth from where I'm sitting in my car. He's intimidating, the kind of people I don't want to get involved with because they remind me of home. Of my family in Italy.
He looks like he's in haste as he knocks on my window again. Harder this time.
"Roll down the fucking window, will you?" I read his lips again. His eyebrows are knitted and he looks like he wants to break my car window and pull me out.
Okay. Time to get out of here, Robyn.
I step on my accelerator as I speedily drive out of the parking lot. Far away from that hot stranger.
Norman Reed is one of the lonely ones. An invisible, broken, and socially awkward teen who has the whole senior year to figure out his life. Having an abusive father and a delinquent older brother who's always in and out of trouble, Norman lives in the shadows at school. And it's not a surprise he's invisible to his schoolmates. But Norman's peaceful life is about to turn upside down when he locks eyes with the tattooed, mysterious new boy who's all shades of trouble.
Welcome to Club K. Home for the finest and wealthiest men in the country. Owned by playboy Billionaire, Killian Black. The handsome, cocky, and dominant bachelor with a shitty reputation. He has one simple rule: Never mix work with pleasure. Born and raised in a family who worked hard for what they get, Naomi Alderson despises privileged men, especially this particularly attractive, and annoyingly sexy Billionaire, Killian Black, who happens to be her boss. A man who doesn't even know she existed. She has one simple rule: Never get involved with privileged men, especially Killian Black. But what happens when the mysterious, Arrogant Killian Black sets eyes on shy, innocent Naomi Alderson? A girl he never knew existed. And one thing's for sure, Killian is willing to break every of his rules to get her in his bed. Even if he has to win her heart first.
"What do you want, Candy?" He whispers against her neck. "I want you..." "I'm just gonna ruin you baby. I'm not good for your health, Serena. Now I'm gonna ask again. What do you want?" She bites her lip and look at the green eyed man that towers above her. He was something words can't describe and she's still wondering what attracted her to him. Maybe it was the mystery that surrounded the green eyed man, or his flirty whispers. Without thinking, she voiced out. "I want you to ruin me." *** After sneaking out of her family's mansion to party with her boyfriend, Serena Steinberg returned home to see her family murdered in cold blood by unknown assassins. Little did she know these same assassins are after her family's heirloom, a rare blue diamond. She's left with no choice but to move out of her family's mansion to a peaceful neighborhood with the help of her boyfriend. But what happens when bad boy Judah moves next door?
" Teach me how to be yours, professor. 'Cause no matter how wrong this is, I still want you." *** It was supposed to be just one night. One night of pleasure. To forget the pain and the heartbreak from her ex. Lauren Gray, an undercover agent, finds herself in bed in the arms of a gorgeous and breathtaking stranger. And he was out of her bed before she even woke up. But there was something about his blue eyes, his touch, and his blond hair that she can't get out of her head no matter how hard she tried. Six months later, Lauren is assigned to protect the Senator's son, Chase Newton, who's in college and to go undercover as his physics professor. But what happens when Chase Newton turns out to be the man from her one night stand six months ago? And to complicate matters, Chase is just getting started with her. He still wanted her even though she's four years older than him. And it's over when he says so.
The Forbidden Fruit always tastes sweeter. *** TABOO is a collection of forbidden erotic, steamy sex, romance stories. In this world of pleasure, fantasy becomes reality, and reality becomes an erotic sexual experience that you can't forget. Cheating husbands, lying priests, dirty stepdads, professors, stepbrothers, threesome with a total stranger, family orgies, and even horny nuns. Why don't you dive into this steamy collections just for you?
She stood nervously opposite this grey-eyed delinquent. No matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he was always coming back to her. Her heart skipped the more he leaned closer to her. Her back leaned against his desk as her eyes locked with his. He was something words can't describe. " Why are you scared of me, Ariel?" " I'm not..." She stuttered. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. " What if I kiss you right now?" That makes her heartbeat skip. They were inches apart and all she could feel was his hot breath against her neck. " I'm not feeling very well." He whispered, trailing his fingertips on the naive brunette. " Why are you telling me this?" " I want you to be my nurse, kiss me till I feel better. Or maybe..." He whispered, leaning closer to her so she could feel him. " Babysit me tonight" *** She's a good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert. She likes to read and stay indoors. One dream she loved was going to Nun school. She was about to take her vows in the convent, but her dream went down the drain when her male best friend stole everything away from her, tearing away her holy garment as he stole her innocence. She hated herself and her family despised her more for making them lose their positions in church. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Bad Boy Billionaire, Gray Carter, walked into her life with his mysteries.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands pinned her arms above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night-the night that had changed her life completely. "What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear. Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all. "Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine. "Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me." •••••••••• In the world of the entertainment industry, we see constant change and creativity. Trends come and go, as do collaborations between artists and producers. This world can make anyone wish to be a part of it-it is said to be inspiring and enjoyable... Meanwhile, that's only on the surface. The same world is filled with deceit, betrayal, fake love, ruthless competition, toxic fans who could ruin you, suicide, and dissatisfaction... This world is mostly dominated by men. How can a woman, hurt by this world, face it-especially when she had a night and her life tangled with the king of them all?
Two years after her marriage, Ximena lost consciousness in a pool of her own blood during a difficult childbirth. She forgot that her ex-husband was actually getting married to someone else that day. "Let's get a divorce, but the baby stays with me." His words before their divorce was finalized still lingered in her head. He wasn't there for her, but he wanted full custody of their child. Ximena would rather die than see her child call someone else mother. As a result, she gave up the ghost on the operating table with two babies left in her belly. But that wasn't the end for her... Years later, fate caused them to meet again. Ramon was a changed man this time. He wanted to keep her to himself even though she was already a mother of two children. When he found out about her wedding, he stormed into the venue and created a scene. "Ramon, I died once before, so I don't mind dying again. But this time, I want us to die together," she yelled, glaring at him with hurt in her eyes. Ximena thought he didn't love her and was happy that she was finally out of his life. But what she didn't know was that the news of her unexpected death had shattered his heart. For a long time, he cried alone due to the pain and agony. He always wished he could turn back the hands of time or see her beautiful face once again. The drama that came later became too much for Ximena. Her life was filled with twists and turns. Soon, she was torn between getting back with her ex-husband or moving on with her life. What would she choose?
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...
In order to reciprocate Jason Moore who saved her life, Alison Clark quickly married CEO Jason who was seriously ill. Alison thought that she had to try her best to protect and take care of Jason, but to her surprise, she turned to be the one being protected and spoiled and became the enviable Mrs. Moore. However, wasn’t it said that Jason could not live more than two month, why was he getting better and better day by day? It turns out that he lied to her that he was never ill! Alison who found the truth and tried to get rid of him is held in Jason’s arms, “Want to marry someone else? No way!”