Lia Amarie has been in love with Tristan Hemsworth ever since middle school when he moved in next door with his little son, who she instantly became best friends with. Now she's nineteen, and still very much lusting over the sexy, very much older billionaire Adonis's hot body, every beautiful inch.
“Lia...” he swallows hard, looking anywhere else but my face. I detect the stern warning in his tone, but I pay it no mind. “W-What are you doing?”“What does it look like I'm doing, hm?” I hum, grunting as I successfully take his tie off, then bat my lashes as I trail the silk down between my breas
He came clean. Admitted that he notices me. Notices my body. He lets our mouths touch. Stroked my thighs. Things might have gone further if he could just stop holding himself back. I'm almost trembling with happiness at this development. If I knew he'd be this responsive earlier, I could've pushed h
Legs shaking, and teeth grinding hard, I stare at the crumpled pile of white lace on the counter.No one has to know, Big Daddy. I can be your cute, little secret. Your guilty pleasure.Fucking fantastic.Lia has absolutely no idea how long I've been in torment, thinking about it. I've been counting
There would be no long hours spent wondering how we could keep it a secret as best as possible.I'm a man with morals. Held in high regard by society. Not some middle-aged creep who needs a barely legal girlfriend to feel youthful again. Lia deserves much better. She's got a shimmering future ahead
No. It couldn't be Lia.I must be seeing things.I rubbed my eyes vigorously with the back of my arm, and peer at the screen again to make sure I'm not hallucinating. But there it is, Lia's pictures; poignant, gorgeous, tempting, and so... revealing.In one, she's wearing a light-blue, sheen-like bi
I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky-blue, high-waist, school-girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building emblazoned with the words Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I always carry about with me and check my mascara, making sure
I let out a happy sigh, my legs almost giving out at the giddy excitement of being held by Tristan. My knight-in-shining armour. A messiah sent from above. I ride my arms up, hooking them around his neck and inhale the wholesome, beautiful scent of musk and man from his well-presser suit, nearly m