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It is a one night stand for a 24 years old college girl, Annabelle. With no strings attached. When she sees her baby father on the cover page of a magazine tagged as a billionaire and a Casanova, her mother is set on using him to change their poor status. Aidan is a 26 years old billionaire with a high sexual urge, ever since the night with Anna. He is less interested in keeping a woman and having a baby is totally out of it. When confronted with the news of Anna's pregnancy, he denies it until her mother threatens to tarnish his image. Will Aidan agree to the marriage? Will Anna keep the pregnancy even after the rejection? Will she be able to take his insults and the fact that he finds her unwanted?
Annabelle's POV
The music is loud, and girls are swaying their hips to the sounds. The atmosphere of the clubhouse is a mixture of happiness, freedom, excitement, and tension....sexual tension.
Everyone seems to be happy except me. I want to be drunk in my sorrows. I can see my best friend watching in pity.
"I hate him, Pam. I hate him", I cry as I gulp down the remaining content of the alcohol.
"Babe, let it go already. Let's enjoy this night", she places her hand on my shoulder to pacify me but I am inconsolable.
Tears are already streaming down my eyes. Pamela sighs when she sees my tears. I know she is already tired of telling me everything will be fine.
She wants to enjoy the party but having me around is ruining everything for her. She must feel it is a big mistake bringing me here in the first place. I know she brought the idea of a party, just to cheer me up but I am pathetic. No
"I will deal with him when next we see", I burp and wipe my tears with the back of my palm.
"I won't bear his kids anymore. I won't.....", I say and belch again.
"I told you to forget about him already, didn't I?" I can sense her irritation.
I am shocked at the tone she is using at me. I just want to talk about Cameron all night so I can eventually forget about him by tomorrow. Why can't she just understand?
"Are you shouting at me, Pam?" I point my index finger at her chest in question. Pam shakes her head and pulls me to her body.
"I just want you to hear me because of the loud music", she whispers in my ears, defending herself and rocking my body to hers like a baby. She wipes my remaining tears with her thumb.
"It's ok, baby. You know I love you, don't you?"
I nod and disengage from the hug. I am beginning to feel pressed so I stand up abruptly and sway a little. Pam stands up to help me so I won't fall.
"Where are you going?"
"I want to pee," I answer.
"Let me go with you", Pam suggests.
"No", I laugh out loud. "I'll be right back." I move away from her hold.
"You sure?"
"Yep", I reply before staggering away to the bathroom. I know my friend will use the little time to her advantage before I am back as I see a guy throw a wink in her direction.
My eyes are becoming smaller and I am finding it difficult to locate the washroom. I realize how drunk I am. I rub my eyes with the back of my right hand so I can see clearer. I see the washroom is a few distances away.
"Fuck you, Cameron. I hate you", I cry as I put my two hands to the walls to guide me to the tiny corridor leading to the washroom.
My legs are shaking as I walk and I am trying to get my balance. I almost fall in frustration. When I stand upright in tiredness, the door to the washroom is in front of me. I push the door open with my left leg and enter.
When I am about to zip down my skirt to make it easier for me to quickly urinate after entering the first toilet, a guy comes out of the second one. He is also zipping his trousers up.
He looks shocked when he sees me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him.
"What are you doing here?" He demands too.
I am peering at him and wondering why he is in the female washroom instead of the male.
"You seem drunk", he mocks and strides to the mirror to wash his hand.
I feel hurt by his statement.
"How dare you call me a drunk?" I follow him angrily.
I was drinking so I can forget my sorrow of how Cameron dumped me for a party girl. Drinking isn't helping me forget and here I am in a washroom with a man who is calling me a drunk.
The man appears to be taken back by my shout. He veers around and folds his arms. "Aren't you drunk?"
"Of course not", I burp.
He chuckles light and turns back to finish washing his hands so he can go out.
"Pervert", I insult him. "I know you are in here because you want to catch a glimpse of the panties of all the girls that come in here."
"Will you shut the hell up?" He barks at me in annoyance. His eyes suddenly become red and I quiver in fear. I am scared of the tone of authority. He glares at me for a while before walking towards me.
He is a few steps away from me when I begin to walk backward, seeing the dangerous look on his face.
When my back hit the wall, I open my eyes wide, with my heart hammering hard. I watch his face; his crystal blue eyes, the long pointed nose, the pink lips, the mustache, and his wavy black hair. He looks handsome and dangerous.
I like men like that which is why I fell hard for Cameron.
The man's breath fans my neck, pulling me out of my reverie and I shudder. He moves his mouth close to my ears and whispers.
"I am a pervert, aren't I?"
I am becoming sober. I shake my head nervously.
When he does not say anything else, I gulp and look up towards the door to see what is written above it. I gasp softly when it dawns on her that I am in the wrong washroom.....I am in the male toilet.
"You just called me a pervert, didn't you?" I shake my head again as my eyes fall on him.
He straightens his tie and moves away with a satisfied grin on my face. "I can get any woman I want with my charms", he leans forward to whisper in my ears. "You are inclusive. I know I am handsome so stop ogling me."
He walks graciously to the door. Before he can go out, I begin to feel sober again and I stop him.
"I wasn't staring at you. Besides, you aren't handsome to me. My boyfriend is way more handsome. You don't need to feel so confident about getting any girl you want, me inclusive."
I roll my eyes, ignoring the pounding of my heart. I don't want him to think I find him attractive, he is too confident of his looks and I hate to admit my emotions to men like that
"Really?" He smirks.
"Yes."
He saunters back to where I am standing.
"If your boyfriend is more handsome, you won't be looking at me that way. Besides, what are you doing here all alone and wasted?" He folds his arm in front of me. He seems to be fond of doing that.
"Who told you I am here alone?" I laugh, pretending to be happy.
"If you are with your boyfriend, you won't be this drunk", he states.
I fall silent. I don't know how to reply to him. I am suddenly speechless.
I move away from his view and ask. "Are you a psychologist?" He only smiles.
I turn to go into the toilet to urinate and I can feel his eyes on me.
Aidan's POV
I am in the same spot, waiting for her.
My imagination is already running wild. I am seeing this as an avenue to get laid....to fulfill one of my fantasies of having sex in the washroom. I also want to prove to the girl that I can indeed get any girl I want, my charms are always at work.
I came to the party with the sole aim of getting laid and relaxing for the night after two whole weeks of working nonstop.
When she comes out of the toilet, she sees me standing in the same position.
She is about to say something when I say.
"How about I kiss you just to prove that you aren't attracted to me?"
"What?" She exclaims and scoffs. "Do I look like some cheap slut to you?"
"No. You look decent but I just want to be sure you aren't attracted to me as you claimed."
I can see she lied. She finds me attractive. I know I am the most handsome man she has ever seen in her entire life. But she didn't want me to know that.
She has not recovered from the shock of my question when I place my hand on her waist and the next minute, my lips are on hers.
She gasp as I kissed her softly. Her eyes are wide open in surprise and I can hear her heart beating twice it's normal rate. My eyes are also open because I want to see her expression.
I can sense her thoughts. She can't believe she is kissing another man just a day after breaking up with her first boyfriend. She feels she is cheating on him. She has never kissed anyone else but her first boyfriend. Kissing another man who is me feels different. I know all of this from her expression.
I am gentle with her. When I bite her lower lips, she releases a moan and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment, forgetting the fact that she is trying to hide her emotions from the man standing before her.
I close my eyes too and trail my hand down her thigh and raise her left leg. She gasps again. Still kissing her, I carry her with the left leg to the slab, placing her back to the large mirror. I don't stop kissing her as I find my way out of my trousers and shorts.
I guide her out of her dress too and stop kissing her.
"Should I go....."
She nods in anticipation, breathing hard.
When I enter her, I know it is time to let go of the past and start getting the sexual desires and fantasies I have been depriving of myself for many years.
The last time I had sex was years ago.
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Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. 'How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?' "After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony." the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. I have also gotten exhausted from this marriage both physically and mentally. Even though I had wanted my child to be born into a complete family, I didn't want my child to have a stepmother and live miserably like me for the rest of his life. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, "Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won't pester him, or you have to bear the consequences." The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don't plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, "Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can't give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father." 'As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what.' Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...