(MASSIVE MATURE CONTENT AHEAD) 18+ 18+ Jamie Flock is not only controlling but also an unsupportive husband. He leaves Stella Graham to turn to her limited options in order to raise money for her sister’s surgery. Her job isn’t exactly something she’s proud of. But she has no other choices. Her life takes a turn when opportunity presents itself in the form of a rich, mysterious client. It would be the start of her promising career, a spicy journey of lust and romance and betrayals. From a strip club to the CEO’s lair filled with Sin, Seduction and Corporate games. “The Devil Wears A Suit, And A Smile”
View MoreI lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable knot woven in
“You shower first. I’ll try to see if I can get a separate room” Stella’s not easily swayed by his earlier mentioned excuse for why they’d have to share a room. In fact, she had caught his eye twitching once when her gaze refuses to leave his face, in suspicion. Could be mistaken, who knows? But it’s too obvious to be the fault of an unfocused vision. And well, hearing her say she’d find out by herself, kinda puts Luca in a tight spot. That would mean that she’d crack through his lie. Maybe even start making assumptions of her own. It’s bad for the efforts he’s making to get her to trust him. Oh, but what’s even bad is how easily his forehead creases, giving away his guilt. He’s done it so often, he would’ve developed wrinkles by now if he weren’t immortal. By the time his eyes force themselves to look up at her, Stella’s sharp
3RD PERSON’s POV “You’re late” Is the first thing Luca says once the door to the police car slams shut after the preying man from earlier. He looks out of the window, his face full of regret. But his eyes cackle with a fire that simmers underneath his dark orbs, an indication that he has no remorse for his shameful behavior and will attempt it, if not now, then later. “And I would’ve handled this a lot better than you did” Although his arms are crossed over his chest, a scowl painted on his handsome features, there’s the undeniable fact that he was concerned about Stella’s well being. Would make it his task to whisper a few words of gratitude to the lady behind the reception desk, for her quick thinking. And maybe even slip a few bucks into her palm when he goes for a handshake. Otherwise, the scene would’ve been bloody painful to look at. He didn’t like it when people tried messing with his.. His…mistress? Lover? Would he call it love? Well, he certainly knows that he
“Are you sure you two will be alright?”, I echo, glancing back at Sandy and Jamie as they stood by the doorway of our house, a sad smile on my face. Jamie yawns. His shoulders press against his ears, mouth stretching wider as the seconds past, the rest of his face scrunching up. It’s too early, yes, it’s obvious from the still dark sky, little dots staining the black blanket. Sandy, however, is still very much awake. Having helped me pack my bags late into the night through to the crack of dawn. This is it. Didn’t even take me long to pack my bags. I would’ve used it as an excuse to stay longer. The brown envelope, as I opened, held a first class plane ticket, and a hotel key card that I could only guess belongs to the hotel I will stay at in the new country. The driver waits impatiently, he’s been doing that for the past hour. Oh if eyes could kill, I would be six feet beneath the gro
“You!”, he orders, finger pointed at someone in a directionless manner. Heads turn, eyes drifting away from his stout build towards whoever his call is directed at. They murmur their thoughts, no one comes up. It’s absolute chaos, giving how no one’s unable to crack the coordinates. “Oh scratch that!”, he mumbles, flipping the pages of his stack of papers over. He adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge, eyes swiping across the paper in concentration. Then he looks up. “The one named Stella Graham!”, his voice echoes throughout the room. Echoes through me as my heart skips a few beats forward. His gaze sweeps through the crowd, expecting a response or at least a raised hand. Welp! Their eyes are on me. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Heck, my head feels fuzzy, I could fall on my knees any moment from now. It feels heavy how fast the atmosphere changes, feels suffocating since the attention is on me. “Ah, so it’s you. You’re a pretty one”, he mumbles to himself. The w
That day, when night turns up, I couldn’t get an ounce of sleep, plagued by Jamie’s unexpected marriage proposal. I tossed and turned in the sofa, blanket riding lower and almost falling, leaving me cold and exposed every damn time. Guilt and frustration smack me in all angles, making it hard for me to find any rest. Jamie’s sudden change in character calls for alarm. To say that I’m concerned is an understatement. His words are fucking etched into my mind, echoing for as long as my mind keeps wandering to that part of my thoughts. The genuine look in his eyes just make everything far from being okay. Breathing ragged, beads of sweat scattered on my forehead, I push myself up, sleep wearing away from my senses. I rub my tired face with both palms, casting a sideways glance at the wall clock. The ticking hands crawl slowly over the numbers, taunting me with the late hour. It's past 2 a.m., and exhaustion is creeping in, but my mind refuses to shut down. Sleep remains elu
I give him a quick glance, eyes narrowed and face twisted into one of the most disgusted looks I’ve ever had or ever given to anyone. “Just take me home already”, I mumble, hands crossed over my chest, the gesture a clear sign that I’m impatient and he needs to hurry up if he doesn’t want me flipping things over. Eyes boring holes into him, I dare him to make a comment, to smirk, to do anything that might push me over the edge. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of gloating over the intimate details of my dream, of seeing the vulnerability. The vulnerability that he's somehow managed to expose. It's a petty move, but I'm determined to match his nonchalant energy, which is slowly, insidiously getting under my skin. But he raises a brow, deciding to end the matter in silence before it brews into something else he wouldn’t want to entertain. I bite the inside of my cheeks, struggling to stifle a laugh as my gaze falls on Luca's ridiculous footwear. He's wearing over
My head would’ve almost snap from how hard it whips around, searching for the source of the voice. It’s deep, smooth, but has that just-awoken morning touch to it. At first, it’s not familiar to my senses. It doesn’t even occur to me how foreign my surroundings seem to be. The golden drapes hanging right above the bed, cascading down from either sides of the gigantic bed, might I add. As compared to my same old boring bedroom interior, this one has a few artworks hanging on the auburn walls. There’s a large floor-to-ceiling window to my left, auburn blinds covering the view and little bits of the the early morning light seeping through the little cracks. There’s a burgundy colored door by the window, that I suppose leads to a bathroom. To my right stands the man that was just in my dreams. The man I had done so many wrongful and sinful deeds with in just one fantasy book. It’s unbelievably hard to fathom how real his beauty is. Even as he leans against the doorframe
“I wish we could stay like this forever”, are the words that leave my lips, before I succumbed to the will of slumber. I’ve had it on my mind for so long, it would be wrong to not let him know what I feel inside. But now that it’s out, it suddenly doesn’t feel right anymore. Because I’m human and he’s nothing like any of us. He’s a demon and he’s royalty. Scratch that, he’s the Royalty. But most importantly, I shouldn’t let these little actions of his that say more than they should, become an addiction to me. Because I’m married and just because they shouldn’t. So when my eyes blink open about an hour later, my heart calmed and my emotions resting at the back of my mind, the weight of those words press me down, just as much as the guilt does. Because I know that we can’t be. Even after all the sex, the yearning to reach for each other and live out every moment, it can’t be. And it hurts my heart to be in the middle of all these. And I keep using my marriage as an excuse
It’s another night. Another night to be fucking humiliated behind a pole I dread nearing so much if not for the demands of the job. And every damn time I ask myself how did I end up here but then there’s the answer so stark in my face that there’s no denying how necessary this is. It’s cruel and I don’t deserve it. It’s unbearable how deceitful I’ve become for the sake of my situation. People even take advantage of it. Being the face of the nightclub, Midnight Dreams, I’m not so desirable by many. Or should I say by my colleagues. Mischief has become my constant companion on set. I've grown accustomed to finding cat fur tangled in my wig, nail polish remover replacing the original contents of my nail polish container, and sand lurking in my foundation. It is all in a night’s work. But as long as the paycheck clears, and Sandy's needs are met, I grit my teeth and tolerate the antics. The scowls and yells are just for show. Deep down, I know I'd put up with far worse for the sak...
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments