Plot Summary: ‘…well, for starters, I think he shouldn’t be here, in my apartment, making me all uncomfortable and squirmy. And I also think he shouldn’t be talking about Ciara’s wedding. Isn’t there some kind of unwritten rule where you should never talk about your ex’s marriage?...’ *** When Ryan Shelby, the hot talk of NYC appears on Tiara James-Lemptons’ doorstep, there is only one thought in her mind. Flight. He is hot, he is dark, he is single – finally –, but he is danger. Like the flame that draws the moth, he burns, and when he makes an offer for her to be his fake girlfriend, like the moth to the flame, she finds it hard to resist. She isn’t the only one doing the resisting, however. Ryan is drawn to Tiara, to the girl that has always been on the side. The girl that has somehow morphed from that lanky college girl to the curvy but slender 23-year old, staring back at him with wide eyes and a luscious mouth. He had always had a thing for her, right from college, it was what brought the fight to his relationship with Ciara almost regularly. But up till now, he has always kept his feelings – and dick – in check. Does he want revenge on Ciara Lemptons? Or does he just want to find a way to deal with his growing feelings for Tiara? And how on earth could he prove to her that he isn’t some two-faced jerk that could play both sisters?
View MoreRyan“… and I knew, man, something was off. I could smell it, literally. She had his junk liquid all over her, and she smelt like him. Hell, even when I kissed her she tasted like him.”I am stuck in a ‘bro’ conversation with a bunch of the groomsmen together with Jackson, listening to some guy that looks a lot like a frat guy relaiyng his breakup story to us. His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed.Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.”“Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks.Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.”Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy shrugs, “I’m never gonna see a girl and say – dang it she is hot!”Perplexed, I glance at him and see that he has total
TiaraI wake up with a goofy grin on my face.I don’t even realize it till I’m standing in the bathroom mirror, staring back at my smiley reflection. I mentally slap myself, wiping the grin off my face. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had sex.But to be fair, it is the first time I’m having that kind of sex.The kind that makes you want to combust into a thousand different particles of heat and never come back.Picking up my toothbrush, I look back to my reflection and –And my brows shoots up together in mild shock.My hand automatically flies to my neck, running my fingers across the red-almost-purple bite marks that are a sharp contrast to my pale skin.I gasp loudly. I have a hickey! Make that two hickeys. Oh wait… I turn my neck further… three hickeys!All those biting and sucking yesterday… I should’ve known that’ll leave a mark. I catch the grin spreading on my face in my reflection and I immediately wipe it off.I shouldn’t feel this good about this. But it’s hard not t
RyanHer hair is a soft tangle, splaying and fanning out wildly across the pillow. I watch as the first lights of dawn dances across her face, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath.I’ve watched her sleep before, all those nights we spent as friends in her dorm room when she slept either with a pen in her hand or sprawled against a bunch of textbooks.But watching her now is different. Which is as well because we never had sex during those freshman year days. Watching her, it’s like I don’t want to stop, it’s like if I watch her long enough then I can delay the reality of what just happened from hitting me.I slept with Tiara. Despite every shred of common sense telling me to walk away, I couldn’t stop myself. It’ll be better for me if I had some kind of regret or guilt, at least that’ll make me feel less of a jerk. A sign that I’m not completely devoid of conscience – and that thought alone might just spare me from feeling like a total monster.
TiaraMy body screams in protest as he backs away and I want nothing more than to pull him back to me.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he growls, pinning me under his gaze.Nodding, I pull my hair away from my face. The knot I tied earlier loosened up while we kissed so I tie it back on top of my head.“You’re right,” I agree in a whisper, “this is absolutely wrong.”“It’s crazy.”“It’s erroneous. You should leave.”“I should leave,” he agrees, “It’s only for the best.”None of us move an inch.I cross my legs, in an attempt to stifle my stimulation. His hands clenches and I know he is making an effort at gaining control.“Everything can go wrong,” he explains.“Uh-huh.”“We’ve got to keep our head in the game.”“The game is all that matters.”A second passes, then two.Shaking his head, he mutters, “I am officially a jerk,” then his hand shoots to slide around my waist, pulling my body to his in one quick motion that has my head reeling. I don’t have time to recover before his mouth ta
TiaraThe card pings against the card lock of our suite and I all but scramble in.I can feel his gaze pinned to my back with an unnerving intensity as I walk through the sitting area to my designated room, but I don’t turn around not trusting myself to be logical. I don’t know I can hold on to my control if I see that look in his eyes again.“Goodnight, Tee,” I hear his voice behind me and I nod, flushing a bright red as my hand rests on the doorknob.“Goodnight.”Inside, I let out a pent up breath I didn’t know I’ve been holding since we left the yacht. It was crazy reacting to him like that, but what was even crazier was knowing that if he had wanted to take me right then and there, if he had wanted to fuck me senseless on that yacht, I would’ve given in without so much as a shred of resistance.Taken off my clothes, I make a beeline for the bathroom, standing in the hot shower, playing back everything from tonight in my head. What was that about?It’s like whenever he is close to
TiaraYou know what’s better than sailing into the sunset?Sailing into the sunset with your best friends.Rich as my family may be, I’ve never been on a yacht cruise. Never had to experience the thrill of sailing across crystal-clear waters, feeling the warm rays of sunset on my skin and the ocean breeze in my hair. Never had to inhale the salty air and feel the ripples in my skin.Just as the ride starts, I stand on the middle deck, looking over the turquoise water, letting it calm my nerves.What a great time to be alive.The yacht is breathtakingly stunning, with a sleek white hull, expansive windows, and three majestic decks.Suddenly I feel a presence behind me, and I whip around to see Ciara there, staring at me, with a smug look in her eyes. I haven’t seen her all day and I wondered if it had anything to do with the scene we pulled yesterday.“What are you doing?” I ask her.She saunters to stand beside me on the deck. “Considering pushing you over that railing,” she says quie
RyanThe suite is empty when I wake up. Quiet, with the distinct scent of roses that is undoubtedly Tiara. Grabbing the wedding itinerary, I go through the list of events. There is a scheduled breakfast martinee that supposedly begun an hour ago, all guests are instructed to come to the oceanfront lawn for brunch. Technically, I’m not a guest but well…I stride back to my room.Yesterday had been great.The look on Ciara’s face when she confronted me. The shock that had everybody frozen. The dinner that didn’t hold.Ciara had stomped away right after the ‘stunt’ we pulled and the dinner had been called off.It couldn’t have gotten any better. The crowd was entranced by us, the perfect scandal. Even I was entranced. Tiara looked good in the light. Why she hadn’t noticed it is still a wonder to me. Not everybody belonged in the shadows and most certainly not someone that looked the way Tiara did in that green dress.It had been a great night. At least right up to the moment when we came
Tiara“What on earth are you thinking?” Melody attepmtps to infuse her tone with criticism but she is betrayed by the unmistakable undertone of excitement that bobbles in her voice.“It’s totally nothing, Mel.”“Nothing?” she is slightly taller than me so I have to walk faster to keep up with her steps as we stride down the hallway to the Grand Ballroom, where all the guests are meeting. “You dating Ryan is not nothing. Gurl, he was your sister’s boyfriend.”“'Was’ being the operative word here.”“So what? He dumps her ass and all of a sudden he’s into you?”“Mel, they broke up two years ago, and is it so hard to believe that Ryan can actually want to be with me?” Even I don’t believe it as the words comes out of my mouth.She shrugs her toned shoulders. “Actually nah, I mean you cute and all but babes, this is Ryan. Ryan Shelby. And you don’t want to play with fire. You don’t want to mess with Ciara now do you?”Technically, that’s the whole plan.“We’re just y’know taking things slo
TiaraOkay maybe I overreacted a little.Or more than a little.I probably shouldn’t have fired at him like that. Especially since I had no right to. But he had called our kiss ‘nothing’. A kiss that had me reeling from it for over hours. It had not been nothing. At least not for me.I wanted to explain after, maybe even to apologize. I wanted to tell him I didn’t mean to get all riled up and maybe even blame it all on the stress of the trip. But he spent a whole lotta time in the shower, and by the time he came out I was fast asleep.Throughout the entire journey during the flight and the ride to Ocean City, he remained eerily silent. The only times I heard his voice were when he had to take phone calls, otherwise, he was quiet.As we drive, to shift my attention away from his quiet brooding and the imposing presence he cuts behind the wheel I focus on the view of Ocean City landscape, unfolding outside. The city is beautiful, I see why Ciara chose to have her wedding in Maryland. As
Chapter OneTiaraA sheath, a trumpet, an empire waist…What do you wear for a wedding that spells… ‘back off’ in bold capital letters?Going through the dresses on my bed I sigh inwardly and raise a copper sheath dress to the mirror. Ugly enough. But not exactly classy. I want something that says classy in a I’d-rather-be-anywhere-but-here style.My sister – Ciara – is finally getting married, choosing to stay with the son of the billionaire she was having an affair with last year. As if the world needed any reminder that Ciara Lemptons all but public-fucked a man thrice her age.Maybe if I choose not to go for the wedding she wouldn’t notice?Who am I kidding, she definitely wouldn’t notice. I could hit her up the next day with a ‘lovely dress yesterday’ text and she would probably reply with something like ‘whatever’ without ever knowing better.But my mom and her dad … and my dad would definitely notice my absence. The dried up daises next to the watered roses.Sighing again, loud...
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