Novels by Mila Ryans

“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

It was torture to sit through the dinner table with Kai sitting right in front of me, and it was another thing that my father was acting like he was head over heels for Kai's mother. He looked more interested in eating her than the finely cooked food. Talk about being smitten! I wanted to yell out in frustration and throw both Kai and his mother out of the house. This couldn't be happening. I wouldn't let this relationship last. It was a good thing that my father couldn't keep his women. It was a matter of time before he threw her away like a used tissue paper. I just had to tolerate her and Kai for a little while. Surely, I could do that. “So, what do you do, Kylie?” My middle brother, Matthew, started a conversion. He went on a first name basis with her as if he knew her for ages. Sometimes, I hated how friendly and easy-going he was. “Yeah, tell us, Kylie. What do you do apart from seducing rich guys?” I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I stunned everyone at the table with my r

My eyes lingered on his confused face more than I would like. He wore a blue shirt underneath his black suit. It was as bright as his eyes. I hated to admit it but it made him look effortlessly beautiful. It was another thing that his big doe eyes were looking at me so innocently. However, I was done falling for those charming eyes. Though a part of me got excited seeing the damn pair of eyes I once adored, it didn't evoke that particular feeling I once treasured.To divert myself from those forsaken pairs of eyes, I turned my attention to the flower bouquet in his hand. An amused smile adorned my face. I leaned on while placing my arm on the doorframe to get closer to him, looking down at his tiny frame amusingly. “Those are for me?” My voice was filled with amusement, “Aww. But you didn't have to bother with it. I wouldn't forgive you anyway for ruining my night. But it's sweet how you came groveling for forgiveness.” I sniffed at the flowers after snatching them away from him, le