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"I asked you a question Lia and you know I hate repeating myself," Jason's lips began trailing down, leaving hot and open mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck. "Why did you kiss him?" "I don't know...." I averted his gaze. "It just happened," "It just happened?" He repeated, his deep velvet voice sending a tingling sensation all over my body as he moved my chin so I could face him. "So this just happened?" He whispered into my ear, grazing his fingers over my cheek. My chest heaved. "Get away from me," "Actions speak louder than words sweetheart, you're supposed to push me," he gently bit my ear and I could feel his hot breath on my face. "You have a fiancée," "And she won't be here until 4pm. We've got exactly one hour to get this over with," he pulled away, staring at me with our faces less than an inch apart. Was I going to make this mistake again? What am I going to tell Ryan? If he finds out about the first time I can honestly tell him that I had no idea Jason was his best friend but what about the second time? "But you have a mee..." "Who cares about that? I can just reschedule it," he said somewhat frustrated. "I am the boss after all," he showered my neck with wet kisses as his hands traveled up my thigh. What the hell is happening? I was yelling at him two minutes ago and now this happened. "And Ryan?" He froze. "What if he finds out?" "He won't," he said before crashing his lips on mine. Just one last time. Dahlia Thompson's life takes a different turn after she returns from a two week trip to see her parents and walks in on her boyfriend, cheating on her with highschool best friend. Angered and devastated, she decides to go back home but changes her mind and chooses to party hard with a stranger. She gets herself drunk and ends up surrendering her body to this stranger Jason Smith who turns out to be her soon to be boss and her brother's best friend.
Dahlia's POV
Walking into the mall I couldn't contain my excitement, I was finally going to have sex with my boyfriend. We've been dating for eight months now and I kind of felt guilty because anytime he wanted to touch me, I always resisted.
Not because I didn't feel like, it was more like I was feeling a little insecure about my body and also I wasn't sure if I wanted Scott to be my first. Yup I'm a virgin, and yeah, it's a big deal to my friends. They wouldn't even let me hear the end of it. They loved joking about how I'm 'saving myself' or how I'm 'missing out.' But honestly, it's just not something I'm worried about right now.
Don't get me wrong I did love Scott very very much, but I didn't know if it was the right time. I just got back from Pennsylvania yesterday. I went to see my parents because they wouldn't let me breathe. They have been seriously bugging for the past few months saying they wanted to see me and spend time with me. I don't actually blame them though, I am their only daughter and youngest child. My older brother Ryan didn't really have time to visit since he was busy with his life and stuff.
Scott didn't know I was back in fact no one knew, I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to see the look on his face when he opened his door and saw me right in front of him. I really wanted him to enjoy tonight. That's why I went shopping to get a very cute dress and very sexy underwear but I had been searching for a whole thirty minutes and I just couldn't find the right one. I was even beginning to panic.
"Miss....may I help you?" I heard a voice from behind me and I turned to find a young woman who looked slightly older than me staring at me with a friendly smile on her face.
"Umm...Hey. I'm looking for a very nice sexy dress and sexy undies too," I said, going straight to the point. There was no need to beat around the bush considering the fact that she was a lady too.
"My my." She smirked. "Looks like you have a lot planned for tonight don't you?" Her eyes flashed with mischief.
"Oh...you don't know the half of it," I giggled.
"Ok. Come with me," she said as I followed immediately. She led me to a section of the mall with thousands of dresses and I couldn't help but wonder how the hell I had missed this place. "Do you have anything in mind....or you just want to buy what looks good on you?"
"Definitely what looks good on me," I didn't think twice before replying I was so excited also time was running out, it was already 5pm and I haven't even found what I was looking for,
"Do you like this one?" She pulled out a white straight long sleeved short dress from the rack of clothes. I would have considered wearing it but it was white.....white! No way I was going to wear that.
"Nah," I shook my head.
"O.....k then what about this one," she pulled out a long red velvet dress with a long slit that was definitely going to show a lot of skin. I couldn't wear that tonight, plus that dress was definitely not me.
"Too formal," I said, then my eye caught something shimmering in the pile of clothes. "Can I see that one?" I pointed as she took out the dress and gave it to me.
It was a black short sequin dress that had openings by the sides that was going to eventually show some part of my tummy and one side of the dress was off shoulder but with a sleeve....it was perfect. I tried it out in the women's room and it fit like a glove.
"This is the one," I came out so the girl I was with could see me in the dress.
"It really does suit you......makes you look incredibly hot," she smiled.
"I know right," I said, twirling. I was so excited.
"Your man won't be able to take his eyes off you tonight, or any other man for that matter," I was so happy about my new dress that I completely forgot about the undies I wanted to buy.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed ,"I forgot about the undies,"
"Oh that wouldn't be a problem.... you can stay here and change back into your clothes while I go pick a few you'd like...then you can choose from what I've brought," She said about to leave.
"Oh thank you very much, you've been a big help to me," I thanked her.
"Oh there's no need to thank me, it's my job to help the customers," She said before leaving. She wasn't wrong though, it was her job. I shrugged nonchalantly and went back into the changing room so I could change back into my normal clothes. Couple of minutes after I was done, she walked into the changing room with about ten different sets of lingeries hanging from her hands.
"Oh wow....I thought you said a few," I laughed as she smiled.
"I figured it would be a lot easier for you to choose from a lot more than 'a few'," She emphasized on 'a few' which made us burst out in giggles again. She laid them down on the dressing table so I could see them better...but no matter how I tried I just couldn't pick one.....I had to ask for help.
"Can you please help me, it's kind of hard to choose...they all look so good," I pleaded.
"Oh that's fine....like I said it's my job to help you, but before that, do you have any particular color in mind?"
I didn't think so but when she asked I gave it a quick thought and was like it should probably be black like my dress.
"Black......no red.....or probably both.....I don't know any of them," I shrugged.
"Alright....alright....maybe this," she showed me a black laced one, "Or this one," She placed out a red one....the red was kind of giving off this beach party vibe so I ended up taking the black one.
We hurried up everything and I went to the front to pay for the things I bought. They weren't that expensive but they weren't cheap either. I made my way out of the mall and took a cab home, had a very long shower and when I was done it was already 6:15pm. I put on my make up as usual and styled my hair into a messy bun and took out a few strands to frame my face.
As I slid on my underwear and my dress, I couldn't help but fantasize about how tonight was going to be. Scott's hot breath on my skin, his skin on my skin, his hands all over me and lastly and most importantly his dick inside of me.
I couldn't help but shudder with pleasure as I smiled at my reflection. "Tonight is going to be so amazing." I squealed, hopping on my knee high boots like a 12 year old that was just let out to party with her friends for the first time in her life.
I quickly grabbed my brown purse which was going to match my brown coat by the door. I glanced at the mirror for the last time and I couldn't stop myself from shrieking again, "Scott is so going to love this," I said to myself before grabbing my coat and leaving the house.
I locked the door as usual and I put the keys into my bag. I wasn't really a fan of leaving my keys under my floor mat or in my flower pot or whatever. I called for a cab and off I went, and it was just 7:45pm I did go late though, later than I was expecting but it was still fine, it's not like he knew I was coming or anything. The driver dropped me off and I paid him, as I turned around and saw Scott's house, I was already fired up. I took a deep breath before walking towards his porch.
"After tonight, there's no turning back."
"Ugh...enough with the threats, sourpuss." I huffed. He wasn't the only one that was good at giving people funny nicknames. "And in case you don't know...having to be in a fake relationship with you is already making life a living hell for me." I dropped my voice to a small whisper just in case anyone was eavesdropping. We were in an open place after all. "Speaking of our relationship, I'm not sure if you know who Naomi is but she's already suspecting that something's off so you better do something about it. If you would have listened to me when I told you how ridiculous this idea was then maybe we wouldn't have to be dealing with all of this." My eyes drooped. "What are you talking about?" His brows dipped as he took a step back. Oh wow, he couldn't even understand a few words. Who would've thought that he'd be so dumb? "Naomi thinks it's unusual for us to be in a relationship." I drawled with air quotes. "You better do something about it if you don't want people to doubt you." I said sizing him up and I was just leaving when I had barely even taken a few steps and something yanked me back. My back hit the wall, and before I could even process what just happened, a warm hand landed on my waist, fingers pressing just enough to make my breath hitch. My eyes snapped up...only to find Liam's face hovering way too close to mine, his blue eyes sharp and calculating. "What..." My voice came out weak. Embarrassingly weak. "Where do you think you're going, four eyes?" His voice was low, his breath tickling my cheek. My stomach flipped and I swallowed hard. "Liam, what the hell are you doing?" He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in...his lips nearly grazing my ear. Panic surged through me. He was too close. Way too close. "Didn't you just say I should do something about this girl's suspicions?" he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous. I blinked, confused. "What?" He ignored me completely, his fingers tightening slightly against my waist. "And what better way is there to clear someone's doubt than not giving them room for it?" My heart stuttered and I suddenly became hyper aware of the way we looked...his body caging me in, my hands pressed flat against the wall, his head dipped low, his mouth close enough that if I moved even an inch... Oh, crap. ~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theodora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.