Mary Redferne As I waited with Joseph, taking small sips of my coffee which was close to being finished, I couldn't shake the annoyance creeping in. Clara was running late, a common occurrence for her, but this time it bothered me more than usual. I felt guilty that Joseph was sacrificing his time, waiting here with me while he was getting late for work.As I glanced at Joseph, who sat across from me with a patient expression, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Now, as we sat in the café waiting for her to arrive, I could see the faint traces of impatience flickering in his eyes."I'm sorry," I murmured, setting down my coffee cup with a sigh. "She's always like this, you know. I shouldn't have let you come with me."Joseph reached across the table, gently squeezing my hand in reassurance. "It's alright, Mary," he said with a warm smile. "I don't mind waiting. Besides, it's a good excuse to spend some time together."His words brought a small smile to my lips, but as the min
Mary Redferne I sat at home, watching the clock tick towards seven, the time Joseph had promised to be home. The day had been dull, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to find a job again.I am not meant to be a stay at home housewife.When the doorbell rang precisely at seven, I raised my eyebrows in surprise, impressed by Joseph's punctuality. Opening the door, I was greeted by his signature shy smile and a bouquet of pink flowers in his hands."I was going to bring red roses, but I remembered this is your favourite colour, so I bought these. I hope you like them," he said softly as he handed me the flowers. I stood there, dumbfounded by his gesture.I didn’t know that he knew what my favourite colour was."You brought flowers for me?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. "Why?""Because... I thought you'd like them," he replied nervously, his sincerity touching my heart. I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the simple act of kindness. I don’t think I’ve ever receiv
Mary Redferne As we approached Joseph's mother's house, I noticed a somber expression on her face. It was clear that something was amiss. She greeted us with a forced smile, but her eyes betrayed her true emotions. As we exchanged pleasantries, she gently pulled Joseph aside, leaving me standing awkwardly in the entryway.I watched as they engaged in hushed conversation, their voices barely audible from where I stood. Joseph's mother wore a pained expression, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. What was going on?After a few moments, Joseph returned to my side, his expression grim. His mother approached me, her eyes filled with regret as she spoke. "Mary, I'm sorry for my brother's behavior," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "He's waiting inside, but please don't take his words to heart. He's irrational and angry."I nodded in response, trying to mask my frustration. It was infuriating how just because Joseph's uncle was an old, wealthy man, people fe
Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me. My stepfather on his knees begging for more time, claiming that he would definitely pay up the next time, even though we all knew that even if he worked his ass off for a lifetime, he wouldn’t be able pay off his debt. Asher had made himself comfortable on one of the chairs. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, making faint outlines of his
Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment. People may think, just stop seeing her or block her out of your life. Yeah, easier said than done, right? But now, I am a successful model
Mary Redferne As we entered our home, I could see the exhaustion etched on Joseph's face. He looked worn out, burdened after meeting his stupid uncle. His shoulders drooped, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. It was obvious that his uncle's behaviour had affected him deeply.But he would never admit it, he was too nice to do that.The clock struck 11 pm as we sat in silence, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of the pizza box as we finished our meal. Joseph seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowed with exhaustion.We parted ways to head to our own rooms after exchanging a faint goodnight. While I was in a good mood after dealing with Joshua, I noticed that Joseph seemed a bit tired, so I refrained from starting a conversation.But just as I was about to climb into bed, there came a gentle knock on my door, breaking the stillness of the night."Mary, wait, can we talk outside for a second?" His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as h
Mary Redferne Oh my god! What is happening???My heart pounded erratically in my chest, the intensity of the moment leaving me breathless and bewildered. What was happening between us? I struggled to maintain my composure as Joseph's gaze bore into mine, a silent exchange of unspoken desires passing between us.Unable to withstand the intensity of his stare, I looked away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “What are you up to, mister?” I said teasingly as my attempt at nonchalance faltered as nervousness crept into my voice, betraying my true feelings. I tried to mask nervousness and shyness but, I was failing miserably and I hated it.As I placed my hands against his chest, attempting to push him away playfully, I found myself rooted in place, his gaze holding me captive. His eyes seemed to search mine, as if he was trying to decipher something.Despite my efforts to remain composed, my body betrayed me, trembling beneath his touch. I wanted to meet his gaze with confidence, to
Mary Redferne As I walked out of my room, dressed to meet Judith for the first time after the haste wedding, I felt a rush of nerves wash over me. There was so much I needed to tell her and I knew it was going to blow her mind. Joseph was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, a sight that never failed to make me smile.I approached quietly, not wanting to disturb him as he worked his culinary magic. His back was turned to me, his broad shoulders hunched over the stove as he tended to the sizzling pans. The loose navy blue shirt he wore clung to his muscular frame, accentuating every contour of his body. Despite my best efforts to keep my gaze averted, I couldn't help but admire the way the fabric stretched taut over his biceps and shoulders, sending a flush of warmth creeping up my cheeks.Stop staring at your husband, Mary.I cleared my throat, trying to dispel the awkward tension that hung in the air. "Hey," I greeted him softly, my voice barely above a whisper.Joseph turned to face