She was afraid to fall in love. He never lowered the walls of his heart, afraid to face betrayal. Both were busy chasing away the demons of their sleepless nights not knowing when their lives entangled and they crashed into each other, seeking solace from the treacherous world. Valerie Ambrose bumped into Damon Lysander at a downtown club. Eyes met, sparks flew, heat rose, and they ended up having a one-night stand. _ "I don't have cash on me. I forgot my wallet." He slurred, his crystal blue eyes bloodshot red as he stared directly into my eyes, for a moment I thought he was sober, but then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. "Now are you still interested?" Although the music was blasting through the speakers, but I caught up on his hidden implication. I shook my head in exhaustion "You're drunk Damon. Come I will drop you home." "I don't want to go back there. It hurts Val." He mumbled dryly, but his moist eyes said it all, and I couldn't help but pity him. When I failed to respond he pressed his lips to the side of my neck and inhaled deeply. "Please don't leave me alone." He was barely audible and looked like a mess, a beautiful mess. "I can't bear this anymore." And with that said, he pressed his lips to mine.
View MoreI was checking out girls sitting on the barstool when my eyes landed on that short dress temptress. I had no idea if I was hallucinating or if God was merciful enough to give me a chance at her. My eyes were trained on her every move. The way she swayed her hips, the way she moved her hands in the air going along with the beat. It was all so tempting. She looked hot as fuck and I was grateful I did not have to shoot some fucker making a move on her. She was laughing and enjoying along with some other girls and I couldn't help but admire her from afar. I downed another shot of whiskey that left a burning sensation in my system. I lost count of how many shots I took but I knew with the way my head was blurry that I took more than I usually do. God. This woman was driving me crazy and I haven't even made a move yet. As she came back to take her seat on the stool her mesmerizing scent hit my nostrils and I couldn't help but take de
Fuck fuck fuck. Everything was falling apart and I couldn't help but sit behind my desk and smoke my guts out. Nothing made sense. And to top it all, mother wasn't feeling well. I took a long drag of the toxic stick between my fingers when I felt a headache forming. A knock snapped me back to reality and I let out a puff of smoke as I permitted Rhodes to enter. "Boss. I-I— You fired another nurse." He asked hesitantly and I just rolled my eyes. "Yes. Such a headache." It was the fourth nurse in three days that I had fired. I remember what happened last night. START OF FLASHBACK! I was in my study at home when the knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and, straightening up, I cleared my throat before permitting whoever it was to enter the room. The door was pushed open before the nurse's cheap perfume surrounded the room and I almost cringed in absolute disgust. It could be only
The night was still young and I knew I won't be going home tonight. It was better if I stayed away from that house that just reeked of greed. Walking down the deserted street in my high heels was not what I wanted but I could not even do anything about it. Everything was rushing me to do something impulsive yet I just walked down like a normal person. No one knew what was actually going inside my head. People would pity me if they find out I had a liability of fifty thousand dollars. It wasn't five thousand dollars that I could pay but something way out of my league. I really had no idea what I was going to do about it. The music coming from one of the bars on the other side of the street had me stilling in my place. The place looked very colorful and lively and a long line of cars parked indicated the crowd. The security guards were patrolling the area and without a second thought, I made my way across the street. Showing my I
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering at the end. Something was not right and my gut was indicating something else. Hell will freeze before I agree on being his fiancee. He cleared his throat and nodded as if having an internal conversation with himself. "Your mother and I have come to an understanding to wed you off to me." And once again in just a span of a few hours, the land beneath me was snatched. I got up and was about to scream and give him a piece of mind but he held my hand and glared at me. "Now no need to make a scene. Sit your ass down. We can talk about this." His voice had that dangerous edge to his voice and I sat down again and squirmed under his gaze. "What is there to talk about?" I said with a hiss and he just looked at me. "Your mother.." He started but I cut him off. "Stepmother!" "Yes. Your stepmothe
Rolling my eyes, I trudged towards the front door and yanked it open with a sour face. Just as I expected, the old man stood there in his disgustingly sweet smile that I so wanted to wipe off. I was already very tensed about what had happened a few hours ago and here this pervert just wanted to have fun. Huh. I scoffed as he raked my figure, stopping at my chest before meeting my eyes. "Well aren't you a beauty?" That was what he said as he forwarded his hand for me to take. For my father's sake, I internally rolled my eyes and put my hand in his awaiting one. Pulling me closer, he did a shocking thing. He kissed me on my cheek and I just felt so disgusted. Ew. "You look lovely Valerie." He complimented and I just smiled, trying not to grimace instead. "Thank you, Mr. Gavin," I spoke through my gritted teeth. "Oh just call me Gavin darling." He spoke and I just wanted to puke at his nicely worn suit
Entering the closet, I eyed the red dress that looked more like lingerie. Putting it off the hanger, I scrutinized that small piece of dress. It was a sheer piece of clothing that I never ever wore. And I never intended to even. What was wrong with this woman? She chose the most skimpiest dress for me. Was it even called a dress? It was blood red and had a plunging neckline. I never wore this type of dress ever before. My sanity never allowed me to wear such a piece of cloth. It was nothing but awful. As much as I liked it, I hated it even more. It looked as if I was going to bed not a fucking date.Did Marina hit her head or something? Was she even in her senses when she picked it up? I now regretted agreeing to her choosing the dress for me. I was never interested so I let her chose the dress for me when she asked, or more like demanded that I leave the dress on her. Now I realized why she did what she did. She wanted me to seduce that pervert or something? If she tho
Valerie's pov "Valerie, your phone's been ringing for a while. What's up? You good?" It was Ron who stood at my desk, peering down at me. He was a nice, tall guy, and had a girlfriend. He was a loyal man and I wanted someone like him. He always respected boundaries unlike someone like Marko. Well they have no comparison. "Uh, yes, I will just take it. Thanks." I smiled as I received the call with a sour mood. "Yes?" It was Marina. What did she even want now? We just had a quarrel on the breakfast in the morning. She was seriously getting on my nerves now. It must be that stupid dinner with that ass. Why can't he just die and leave me alone? "I need you home in less than an hour. You hear me, Valerie? If you don't come in an hour you wouldn't like to know what I will do to you? Okay. Be quick." Her high pitched voice then went dead. Sighing, I shook my head. Not again. The headache was forming and it was just afternoon.
"Boss. I got Frank's call records. He alerted Draco about the transfer of Ms. Lysander to the main house." Salim stood away from the desk as Rhodes just sat there on the chair laid out in front of the desk, with a clenched jaw. "Frank betrayed us. I won't leave him. Bastard." Damon gritted out, throwing the first thing that came in his reach, a paperweight slamming against the white wall of his office. Both Salim and Rhodes didn't flinch but just sighed. Knowing the rage boiling inside of their employer. He was a hot-headed man and it didn't take seconds for him to explode. Sitting behind his office desk, he looked, deadly in the grey business suit that hugged him like a second skin. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. The rippling texture of his rich Viking-gold hair, which he meticulously managed, was an indication of his great health. His strong cheekbones were accentuated by his aquiline nose. His basalt jaw and
I can't describe what I am feeling. I am not happy, and I know that. but I am also not exactly sad either. I am just caught right in between all these emotions and I feel so empty. When you feel like nothing is going your way and you feel down, I pick myself up and help others even if I am hurt myself. Helping others and seeing their happiness always without a doubt make me happy, so happy that it can't be described in words.Helping others does not decrease your value, it only increases it. And this is what I have learned. I chose to be a nurse to help others. And there was one more reason why I chose nursing as my profession. My late mother was a nurse too. And maybe, just to feel a little closer to her, I did that. Maybe I wanted her to be proud of me. My dad never talked to me politely after his second marriage with Marina but sometimes, when he used to miss my mom, he'd tell me something about their previous lives. I only got to know
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