Novels by Mila Ryans

He was not the person I expected to see here. He wasn't the person I expected to see ever again if I was being honest. What was his name again? Liam? Leo? God, I was such a horrible person. I couldn't even recall his name and I had the decency to sleep with him. “Oh, hey.” I tried to sound enthusiastic and clearly failed at it as my confusion was written on my face. It was a crime to have an expressive face. “Don't tell me if you forgot my name.” Though he was joking, I could tell he really wanted me to remember his name. The hurt was already flashing in his eyes. “No, of course not!” I exclaimed in a high pitched voice. Way to go! “Look, Camden, I asked for an espresso-” Hunter interjected, saving me from embarrassment. He probably read his name from the name tag which I couldn't see clearly from my side. “Yeah, Camden. I remember you, of course I do.” His expression turned sour real quick. “My name is Liam.” He corrected me and I cursed under my breath. Before I could apologi

I wanted to believe that he was lying, I really did. However, he didn't look like a liar—not that I was totally familiar with the look of a liar. The way he calmly sat on the chair, radiating energy that he owned the ground he walked on, made it impossible for me to think he would bother to lie. I couldn't humor him by telling him that, though. He already got on my nerves enough.“How can I believe you?” I asked him, eyes narrowed.Did he think I would just believe him when he said he had no hand in it? I wasn't as naive as I was when we were in high school.He didn't answer. He looked at me as if I were an idiot. Rolling the sleeve of his shirt up, he displayed his inked arms. My eyes lingered on them more than they should have. When we were in high school, he had only a few tattoos on his body, but now his forearms were fully coated with ink. There were so many tattoos all jumbled up together that I couldn't tell what they were. However, I could tell what his most cherished tattoo l

“How long does it take to dig up someone's life?” I grumbled on the phone, spinning a pen around my finger as I leaned on my chair. “Plenty.” Came a reply from the other side of the phone, “Dude, it's been just a day, and I've already sent you a report.” I sighed. What's the use of having a detective best buddy when he couldn't do something useful when I needed something done? “You did, but it was all bullshit. It's about what she does great in her life and blah blah blah.” I replied, aggressively signing some documents. “Where's the dirt?” I asked desperately. I needed it badly so that I could break off the engagement before it even took place. That's what I had been thinking ever since that night and it has already been two days. “As far as I know, this lady is clean. She is a respectable nurse, does charity every now and then, no drug or alcohol history-” I stopped him before he could waste more of my time by listing down good things about her. “There must be something.” I mu

PRESENT DAY **** He looked lost in thoughts. I didn't know if he was thinking about the same thing as me. I didn't intend to be so playful with him. It wasn't on my agenda. But I couldn't help myself from teaching him a lesson. But boy, was I being flustered as well? Why did it bring me down the memory lane? His flushed cheeks reminded me of the earlier days of our unusual pact. “But you still didn't tell us what you actually do.” Matthew drew on, hanging on the same topic and pulling me back from my thoughts. I realised that I was staring at him. Rolling my eyes at myself, I took the dessert and started eating it, trying not to look at Kai and his tempting red face. I was getting excited down there and it was not something I was proud of. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. “Portraits. I'm kind of an expert at drawing and painting portraits.” Kai finally answered, his tone uncertain. The table engaged in small talks again. Kai and his mother were the centre

The next thing I knew was that I was pressed against the wall with Hunter behind me. Despite my best attempt, my eyes flew towards his dick. It was still standing tall. My breathing grew uneven, excitement running thick in my veins. I wanted to fight these feelings, but I was helpless against it. I just let Hunter drag me like a rag doll and slam me against the wall. His dick wasn't the only impressive thing about him. He had defined abs which made me want to drool and run my fingers over them, feel them. Hunter smirked, looking at me hungrily. He knew exactly what I was thinking and it amused him. Unfortunately, I found it exciting. It's not everyday I let someone manhandle me. “Aren't you a little pervert?” He mused, taking my chin in his hand roughly. I stared into his brown eyes. I found nothing but a mixture of lust and amusement. I wanted to yell at him and debunk his accusation. I wanted to shove his hand away because his hold was starting to hurt. His rough hand was gonna l

“I- I mean. It's freaking delicious.” I desperately hoped they would buy my excuse, “I'm sorry for my inappropriate use of language.” I apologized immediately, feeling mom's burning eyes on me. Alright, I managed to ruin her picture perfect image in front of the flawed family of her boyfriend. “You didn't apologize when you called me a whore. Is it a good word in your dictionary?” Hunter remarked, enjoying his food while still keeping his foot on my lap. “It's the truth. My mom taught me not to be ever apologetic about telling the truth.” I retorted, pinching his foot so that he would finally free me from the misery. I hated Hunter with every fiber of my body, there was no denying that. However, my bodily desire couldn't free itself from his iron grip. Even after he was forced to remove his foot from my crotch, I was still held prisoner against my will by the desire that ran in my pulse. It reminded me of the day when it all began. That day changed how we saw each other and I lear