The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books.
All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have dreamed of since childhood. He is ruthless in his quest to make me understand who’s the master of my faith. He says that I belong to him, that he owns me. And he promised me retaliation for every rule break. His every touch burns me and leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him with every fibre of my being. But he forgot that I made a promise too. The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. __ ANTONIO Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries. She doesn't know that she's a pawn in a game unknown to everyone but me. She's a collateral— a sacrifice I chose, but she hasn’t accepted it. She rattles the bars of her cage every chance she gets, disobeys me and earns a punishment for every insult she throws my way. The fight for freedom in her eyes makes me furious, it burns me. It makes me fascinated too which is really not a good thing for her. Because if I decided to spare her life then she would be a lifelong captive in my cage. ____ 2. BRIDE TO BE ____ BLURB ____ MILA (Carmella) I ran away. I did it. I ran away. Left everything I knew since the time I was born so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me. But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets. To tell him how much of an arsehole he is and then… maybe… kiss him a little, forgetting the fact that he was as dangerous and as wild as wild panther. And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed. _ JONATHAN BYRNE Nothing in life comes easy and I learned that the hard way. But when after twenty one secretaries marched out of the door in just a month, the new one managed to stay more than two weeks I knew that something was not right. And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit. ____ 3. TWISTED MARRIAGE (Dark MMF Mafia Romance) ____ BLURB ____ He was a king. Merciless. Powerful. And, my obsession. But he wasn’t the only one who ruled my heart. ~Innessa (Nina). She was the weapon used for my destruction. Now, she’ll be the slave to my ruins.~Jeremiah. If I could, I’ll take both their pain and make a crown out of it. ~Lachlan. . Twelve years ago, betrayal ignited a fire that left scars on their bodies and souls. Now, vengeance drags them into a dangerous game where obsession, power, and forbidden love collide. Jeremiah Sokolov, once the untouchable Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, rose from the ashes of his own destruction—scarred, ruthless, and unyielding. The man he was died in those flames, and what remains is a cold, vengeful king. The woman he swore to protect and make her his queen was the one betrayed him, or so he believes, and he’s waited years to make her pay. He doesn’t just want her to suffer; he wants her to pay for every agonizing moment he suffered. Nina has no memories of her past or who she was. There was only one thing in her life she’ll do anything to protect, even make a deal with the devil himself. Her fractured memories are a patchwork of shadows, fear, and survival. But her carefully crafted world shatters when her past collides with her present and she’s called to pay for the sins she didn’t remember committing. And now, she’s surrounded by men who’ll test her every boundary, break her at every point and take pleasure in her tears. But, do they really? Because if there was a chance to survive this vortex of power, pain, and dangerous desire, she’ll submit to them and fight for the life she was given a second chance at. Lachlan Reed has always been Jeremiah’s shadow—his enforcer, his lover, his most loyal weapon. Tasked with infiltrating Nina’s life, Lachlan expects to unearth the lies Jeremiah warned him about. Instead, he discovers a woman who isn’t the cold, manipulative traitor she’s painted to be. Strong yet broken, fragile yet resilient, Nina awakens something in him he can’t suppress. Torn between protecting her and his loyalty to Jeremiah, Lachlan finds himself in an impossible position, knowing his devotion to them both might destroy him. As secrets unravel and dangerous passions ignite, Jeremiah, Nina, and Lachlan are bound by more than vengeance. Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. _ 4. HIS BROKEN PRINCESS _ VIOLET Fairy tales are just stories told to small girls, who then start dreaming about their prince charming who never comes when you most need him and then you realize the difference between dreams and reality. In real life there are only monsters and villains, who laugh and do evil things that you can’t wake up from. Because your life is a nightmare you never thought it would be. I lived in that nightmare, and lost everything. My dreams. My heart. My soul. My body. And my voice. The problem with such nightmares are they follow you even when you are awake. My monsters are there in the shadows waiting to pull me back in the darkness I thought I had escaped. I was almost certain that I had left the dark behind because for the first time in my life I dreamed a dream. A dream of having a small life that would be mine. A dream of having someone that I would give everything I have left. A dream that involved the real life prince charming with sherry eyes and protective circle of his arms. My very own protective hero. Only... He wants something else in return. He wants a heart that I no longer have. He wants a princess but I’m just broken. _ COLE I was the poster boy for almost having it all. I had a life people envied. Parents who loved me. An empire I was heir to. A woman I loved with all my heart. But then in one single night I lost all of it. Now that poster boy is no longer here, two years in a cell would do that to you. You forget to interact with people and you forget to feel anything except the pain that you had kept in for so long. And then she came into my life. She eclipsed my every hurt and pain because hers was greater than mine. She is afraid but hides it well behinds her beauty. She is strong but doesn’t let people see that side of her. And she is broken but I fell for the cracks, wanting to fill them up with the pieces of my own broken heart. I would do anything for her, except... ____ These Dark Bully Romance are on Dreàme app but soon will be here too!!! 1. Saved By The Devil. (dark bully romance) ANTI-HERO, THEMES THAT MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME… BRENNA If you're looking for a fairy-tale then look somewhere else. Because mine is not one. My prince charming doesn’t come to save me from evil,but for his vengeance. He vowed to make me pay for what I did to him. He was the only person who'd seen me and saved me. But he was also the person who I feared the most, even more than my aunt who bartered me for money, because I betrayed him when he needed me the most. He’s like Lucifer, devil and angel mixed in one. He saved, me from everyone else but who would save me from the devil that he was? MADDOX When they're dragging me by my cuffed hands, I'd promised her that I’d come for her and make her pay.And then,I did... I punished her for the betrayal she dealt me and for eight secluded months I spent in the dark cell.I craved her pain and tears.I thrived on her fear and submission. But then I realised her tears weren’t for me. No,she didn’t fear me as much as she feared the monsters that were after her. And,I realised that may be I could be the Devil who saved her. Preview “Please,Mad... I have an explanation,why I did that…” I was cut short as Maddox barked, “Don’t call me that! And, I don’t wanna hear lies, I just got out of the jail and now I want all the tension sucked off of me.” He came closer,caressed my face,demanding, "On your knees.” “Please, you can’t do this,” I cried out,turning to the eldest brother. "Please, make them stop,you can tell them to back off. Please.” I begged as I looked at Brandon, but then he shook his head and looked over my head. The Carter brothers always stick together. 2. Hating My Baby's Father. (Erotica/bully/dark with sensitive themes) 3. OBSESSED with My Future Husband. (Steamy erotica/ girl power) WARNING- Dark, Anti Heroes, Heroine who can kill and kills. Can Be Read as STANDALONE! HEA and thrilling read. BRANDON “If you think that you can buy the privilege of f.ckig my p.ssy then you have another thing coming, Brandon.” “It’s not a privilege if I am f.ck*g what’s mine.” I said, my tone gruff as I circled her clit in slow motions. Her eyes darkened, her cheeks pinked and she let out a breath as she gasped, “It’s not.” But her actions belied her words as her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers slipping between mine as we both caressed her soft flesh. Collecting the dew from her weeping entrance. “It sure feels like it.” I groaned along with her as I slipped a finger inside her. “May be, to you?” She groaned. f.ck. This woman. Makes me mad. She makes me a hungry beast. Loosening my hold on her wrist, I slipped my other hand behind her neck and grabbed a fistful of her hair as I tugged her head back and whispered, “Is that a challenge, princess?” She didn’t answer me. No. Instead, she grabbed a fistful of my own hair and tugged me the rest of the way down and claimed my mouth with hers. She kissed me like she was as ravenous as I was. She devoured me like I wanted to do her. There was no finesse in this kiss. And I didn’t want it either. It was perfect. ELLISON I'm not a simpering miss,nor I'm a damsel in distress, I'm a force of nature. And a nightmare for the monsters, that cross our paths on daily basis. I wasn't what he wanted, but I was what he desired.bHe was looking for a scaredy little princess, but found a Queen. 4. Scarred Knight. (Romantic thriller) STANDALONE. Dark themes. Strictly for mature audience. Erotic thriller. "Hide, little deviant. I won't show you any mercy." “Leave me.” I said, my words low and lacking the strength. Maybe because I didn’t want him to. He leaned down closer. The dark was making him invisible but the hoodie was keeping him hidden too. “You’d have to do better, Little Deviant.” I squirmed in his hold, twisting my arm to slip it free but he only tightened his hold to the point of pain. “Submit.” I laughed. “In your dreams.” I said through clenched teeth and then head-butted him. Unfortunately, he was ready for it and my head only grazed his chin. He chuckled darkly but stopped short when I stood up on my toes and kissed him. I smiled inwardly as his hold loosened and he kissed me back. Smelling of cinnamon, just like my Ghost. But still icy just like my Knîght. This time when I pushed him back, taking him by surprise with all my force, he stumbled back and I whipped around making a run for it. I didn’t even take two steps when I was falling down on the floor with him on top of me. “Fûck…” I growled and the fingers tightened around my throat as he growled, “I will f**k you, little girl.” I sucked in a breath. It was different. His voice. The name he used for me. And a shiver of apprehension raced through me. “I— I” “Hush…” His lips brushed mine as he said, “You know your safeword?” Safeword. What was it? Yes. Promise. I nodded. “Say it.” “Promise.” My lips brushed his as I spoke. “Then say it only when you want me to stop. Yes?” I nodded. “Say it.” He growled, his weight pushing me into the carpeted floor harshly. “Yes.” And then it was on. “Good. Because now, there's nothing that would stop me.” His hand went to my top as his rough fingers started to tore at it. “I will f.ck you so hard, little girl, I’ll make you cry.” Daily Update. Standalone. (This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.) 6. INDEBTED To A Tyrant King. (Mafia romance) Sneakpeak “Then what the hell do you want?” I snapped, standing up, unable to sit. “Everything. I want everything. Your every desire. Every thought. Every want. I want to own you, every inch of you. Inside and out.” By the time he finished, his blue eyes were like dark storms, and they seemed to look deep inside me as if he could just snatch out my thoughts from my mind just by his will. “You can have it.” The words were out before I could give them another thought. He sat still, almost frozen as he looked up at me. And I smiled, inwardly, knowing I had made him speechless, momentarily if not more. “Except my heart.” I added at last. The fervor in his eyes dimmed. They flashed silver. Calculating, plotting his next move, he regarded me for a long moment and it doesn’t matter that he was sitting and I was standing, he still managed to intimidate me with the way he eyed me. Then finally he said, “Alright. I’ll give you your freedom, but with certain conditions. And in exchange, you’ll obey me, no questions asked. For the entire world, you’ll play my dutiful wife.” “And in bedroom.” I added. He flashed a wolfish grin as he agreed, “And in bedroom.” Then he held out his hand for me, “A deal, it is then?” I placed my hand in his my whole body coming alive as if it knew what I was agreeing to. “Deal.” The next second I was on his lap as he tugged me down sideways with his arm around my waist. “Now, why don’t you make me believe that you’ll truly stand by your words.” 7. Married To A Duke. (Intense-steamy) An arrange marriage. To a pretend King. To a Duke. To a Wolfe. I never thought I’d happily enter into one. But I did. Two broken hearts. Light tinted with darkness. Hope you like it. For the people who like their heroes dark and tortured. And heroine who didn't instantly fall head over her heels. Character development. And HEA.My Boss Is My Tormentor.Copyright © 2024, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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ROSE “Don’t worry, Rose. You’ll get the job, I have a feeling for this one.” Natasha, my best friend said as I parked my beat up fifteen years old civic in front of her office building. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?” I asked her, praying that this time she was right in her intuition. “Well...” She gave me a long look as she said, “Look at you, hotness overloaded. If he doesn’t give you a job on the basis of your talent, I’m sure you’ll melt him from how beautiful you look.” I laughed and yeah, she was right I did feel beautiful. In my black denim skirt that had slit high enough to show my upper thigh which I hadn’t wore since I bought it a year ago on a whim and white silk blouse that hugged me so comfortably, I was confident to say that I looked and felt pretty in that moment. “Thank you,” I said, laughing with her as she opened her side of the door and got out. "Hey," I stopped her, and when she turned around to face me. “I love you,” I said to my best friend as I turned
RYAN I was sitting in my hotel room staring at the dirty piece of paper in my hand, more accurately a dirty résumé. I had already read it sixteen times and I was about to read it again when my best friend, Arjun said, "Stop staring at it, Ryan. It's not like she'll gonna come out of it." But oddly I wanted her to, that is to come, in both senses. I closed my eyes briefly seeing again those big green eyes with a hint of blue in the middle, the time she got all angry when I suggested to give her money, and that cream like slope of her neck flushed with anger a little lighter than her cheeks. I wanted to see how far that flush could go and I can bet it goes to very delicious places and her name it goddamn suits her, Rose. Her lips were exact same as rose petals and when she got them wet with her tongue before mouthing to me. ‘Fûck you.’ My thoughts were interrupted by a tiny voice, "Sir.." She didn't even get the chance to speak her next words before I bellowed on her, "Don't yo
ROSE I stepped out of the elevator taking in wide foyer of the hotel, I can't imagine what possessed me to do this, I am standing in one of the biggest hotel of Mumbai in black, silk nighty for the job interview. The woman at the reception looked at me like I was some kind of a dirty hooker, and when I asked for the directions she gave me a disgusted look before pointing me towards the elevators. I wasn’t prepared for all of this and then I met a man in the elevator who told me not just a room but Mr. R. K. Johnson has booked the whole floor for todays interview session. He wouldn’t stop blabbering about all the accomplishments Mr Johnson has had in such a short time. I gathered from his unstoppable speech on Mr. Johnson that he was only twenty eight and a billionaire. And, he looked after his father's business, or empire, because there are so many businesses he was associated with. My assumption that he probably got it on a silver platter was disputed by the man, or more accurat
ROSE I curled my hands into fist to stop them from shaking. How could it be possible? I didn't know my bad luck could be this bad. I looked up at him with barely controlled anger and managed to walk to the single seat sofa rather than stomping on the floor. Oh, I know how I controlled that urge. "Well, your résumé?" He asked with a twisted smile, without saying anything to him I dug into Natasha's purse and took out the file that has my documents. I slid the file toward him on the table. This time he didn't say anything, just quietly opened the file. As he scanned it, his expression remained same except the slightest raising of his eyebrows, here and there. I knew what was he seeing. I've many certificates of participation in different activities, seminars and projects that I've done in my college. I was a fresher but not completely inexperienced. "Except your résumé everything seems to be here. And I s
ROSE 'Meet us at Rush @ 7:00. Big news.' I stared at the text message from Natasha and wished like hell that I could be able to say no to her. And, you would think after the morning I had, I've all the rights to do so and stay alone at my place while I feel pity for myself. But unfortunately I didn't have such luck, because even if I managed to stay at home, I was sure she’ll end up coming there and then she’ll drag me out to wherever she wants. So, it will much easier to just agree with her. ‘I'll be there. Just don't try to set me up with anyone.’ I texted her back and plopped down on the couch. After 10 minutes of changing channels on the TV, I settled on a music channel and closed my eyes as I recounted today's events. All the things that happened was horrible except that one thing. I knew I shouldn't have given into that kiss like that but the moment his lips touched mine I was a lost cause. A
ROSE Ryan Johnson took his time to look at me too. Down and up, his eyes roamed over me like a touch of feather. We stared at each other and it seemed like forever, but I knew it was only a few minutes then the moment was broken by my friend as she came by my side. "Oh my god. It's him." Natasha whispered in my ear but by the look on his face I knew he also heard her. I straightened my back or I tried to with all the alcohol running through my system, ready to grab my friend and leave his vicinity. He was an arsehôle who had insulted me and then kissed me without my permission, and just right now he ordered me on the phone like I was his property. "Hi, we met again." He said, extending his hand toward my best friend, his voice as smooth as silk. She quickly grabbed his hand and shook it, shook it, and shook it some more. I didn't know why I did it but I grabbed her hand and pushed her backward then I s
ROSE We went to the elevators, there were five of them, I started to enter in the one which was near me but the receptionist who was clearly a hater entered in the other one. I really wanted to stomp my foot at that moment, she was driving me crazy, but I stopped myself. Barely. I glared at her and stood far away from her in the elevator as the door closed. As we reached the thirty-fourth floor, she quickly stepped out of the elevator and went straight to the other receptionist on that floor. This floor was no different from the ground floor, elegant in style as the whole floor seemed to be in three colors that is black, white, and grey. Regardless of the space that offices and cubicles consumed, it still managed to look spacious. Both the receptionists were whispering something but I didn't listen to them because I was busy noticing one very important detail. The colour white. Oh god. He asked me to wear white because every employee there was wearing white. And I, only to spite h
The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have dreamed of since childhood. He is ruthless in his quest to make me understand who’s the master of my faith. He says that I belong to him, that he owns me. A
THREE WEEKS AFTER HE LEFT…. ROSE For the second time I woke up in the darkened hospital room, this time alone. As I looked through my blurry eyes, I realised that it was the same room and same hospital in which I had woken up seven days after he disappeared from my life. I blinked a few more times thinking why I couldn’t see properly and realised a moment later when I felt the wet trails on my temple. Fuck! What was wrong with me? I was a crying mess and I was tired of crying! I just wanted to feel nothing. It was too damn much. I couldn’t stop this churning in my stomach. I couldn’t understand what I had become. I wasn’t this person. I couldn’t even imagine how I had come to this. No one would believe me if I told them that I was the same woman who had been kidnapped and suffered near rape. And still managed to live on.But, here I was, a hollow shell of a person I once was. I felt sorry for the woman I was, a woman who knew how to fight, who was stronger than I was now but n
ROSE I woke up to the sun shining from the window. The room still smelled of Ryan. The sheets smelled of us. And I smiled as I remembered last night. God, I had confessed my love for him. He had made such beautiful promises to me. He’d made vows to me. He loved me. He didn’t say it in words but it was in his vows. I looked at the time, it showed seven forty in the morning which means he’d still be here in the apartment. When I flipped the covers off my body, my eyes stayed as wide as saucers. What the fuck!! I wanted to laugh… and get angry at him. He had covered my body from my neck to my inner calves in bite marks. There were finger marks on my skin and bruises like I had been in a wrestling match. I jumped out of the bed, meaning to confront him but then I remembered more of the last night. “Fuck!” I groaned, slumping down on the bed as I hid my face behind my hands.How would I face him? Damn it… what the hell he had done to me last night.. it was out of the world, it
RYAN I remembered her words from the day I had blackmailed her, like it was said just yesterday. "Mr. R.k., I promise you, you'll regret the day you met me, the same way I do. I'll make you hate yourself for doing this to me. As much as I hate you." She fucking did it. Not the hate part. No, I didn’t hate myself for all the things that I did to her. I didn’t hate myself for the road I had taken to get her. But, I sure hated myself for what I was feeling for her. I hated myself for giving her the one thing that I hadn’t possessed, of which only part was safe with someone I loved more than my life, but now this woman, my lioness, had it in her hands and she didn’t even have any idea about it. Not knowing when and how, I had given her my heart and now I hated myself for it. She was right, and her promise was not in vain as I sure fucking regret the day I met her. Because if I hadn’t met her then I wouldn’t be here at three in the morning sitting beside the bed and gazing down
ROSE By the time we parted and ended the kiss we were both out of breath, huffing and puffing. And smiling like loons in each other’s faces, we didn’t care that we both were drenched to the bones from the rain beating down on us. “Rose….” The serious expression on his face and a guarded look in his eyes brought me crashing down on the surface. I was wary as I asked, “What?” He must have sensed my uneasiness because his hands cradled my face from both sides and his lips tilted at the corner as he said, “I didn’t have any idea that I’d say this but… I’m sorry, Rose, for hurting you…” Tears spilled and mixed with the rain water on my face as my smile widened and I said, playfully, knowing he wouldn’t do it. “If you want my forgiveness then do it properly, Mr. Ryan K. Johnson.” He raised his perfect dark brow at me in question and I smirked, saying, “In my country you’ve to go down on your knees and hold your ears then ask for my forgiveness.” I waggled my brows at him. And,
ROSE I didn’t want to talk to him. I hadn’t spoken to him since the day I slapped him. Although every night he fûcked me like he hated me, he never touched me, I never allowed it. The one time when he had whispered in my ear, a very hoarse and painful, “My lioness.” Instead of crying like I’d wanted to, I had turned away from him and dutifully like a toy he bought for fucking, I was on my knees facing away from him to finish what he had begun. With every thrust and every light caress on my back I knew that he regretted what he had done to us, but I didn’t give him reprieve from the guilt he must have been feeling. Because, I was hurt. I was devastated for what his words had done to me. I was heartbroken because somewhere deep down I knew his feelings and his emotions for me didn’t run that much deeper as mine did for him. When he had tried to kiss me, I had simply turned my face away leaving his lips grazing my cheek. I wasn’t trying to be defiant, I just didn’t have it in me t
ROSE I waited. I waited some more. He didn’t come. And, I realised that despite me not wanting to be one, I seriously became a pathetic wife of a fourth grade movie. The last I checked the time before my body gave up on me and my eyes closed on their own accord, the clock showed 1:20 in the morning. The sleep didn’t come easy, even when my body was exhausted. The scene I had watched on the local news kept running through my mind. He’d changed his clothes, obviously in the office. In black form fitting three piece suit showing his muscular arms and strong thighs with those broad shoulders he stared into the camera like someone had given him the sour lemon to suck on. But, I didn’t see the reason of his disappointment other than the lack of privacy because that stick thin bitch who I’d seen him with in the restaurant last time I’d the unfortunate luck to find them together, was glued to his side like a jock. In one of the picture, she posed with her arms around his neck
RYAN I was on my desk, still thinking about last night when Rose had kissed me all over my face and body as if apologizing for my crappy childhood where my parents didn't love me. And it felt good. My mind was also filled with the conversations I had this morning on the phone with her, when Rose had knocked on my office door. “Come in.” I had caught the eye roll she did before she could hid it from me. “Are you rolling your eyes at me, Miss Kapoor?” “No.” She answered immediately, her face pink. “I wasn't.” She shook her head for good measure. I only lifted my eyebrow at her, a smirk on my lips. “I just wanted to ask, when are we leaving?” “Come here.” I said. She looked at me then back at the door, a contemplative expression on her face. I pushed the button to lock the door. Rose came forward, a little unsure and a little excited. She loved my games as much as I loved playing them. She stood in front of me on the other side of the desk. I pushed my chair back and patted t
RYAN “I will be there,” I said into my phone, pacing around my office. My fingers beating an erratic rhythm on my thigh. “But, I miss you.” Came the softly spoken words. “I miss you, too.” I replied, closing my eyes and dragging a hand on my face. “Please, come soon…” “I will. I promise.” When I turned back around, Arjun looked at me with his brows high up on his forehead. “What?” I barked at him. I was restless. I needed to go home. My soul was beating me day and night for staying here. But, my mind and body wanted to live here. With her in my arms. With Rose. With my lioness. “So, you’re going back?” My best friend and bane of my existence asked. “Wasn’t that what you wanted?” I tossed back at him as I took my seat behind my desk. “Sure, but, you obviously don’t want to.” “Shut up.” I hissed at him. “Book the flight for took weeks from now.” “Two weeks?” “Yes. Two weeks.” Everything was back at home. Everything, but her. And, I had to accept it. I had