14 - SweetIvy“That was not nice, Petal.” Aiden’s deep voice brushed through my ear, his body pressing against my back. I whimpered, his sharp face staring at me through the reflection in the mirror. “Teasing me like that. Wearing this skimpy dress.”I nodded, too embarrassed and flustered to say anything. How could I? He had lunged at me when I had tried on the dress, wrapping his hand around my throat and shutting us both in the cramped place of the dressing room. “Aiden,” I breathed. “What if someone finds us?”When I had told him about going to buy a dress for Zara and Hayden’s wedding, I didn’t think he would want to come with me shopping for a dress. He must have important work to do, but he offered to come along, telling me it was another reason to see me all dressed up in different clothes and then unwrapping me from them as if I was his personal present. Aiden pulled back, turning me around. He wasn’t letting me go. No, he was removing the dark blue tie he was wearing. My
EpilogueIvy“Believe it or not, she can now boil the water without turning on the fire alarm system,” Mia’s father, Clyde Miller, said proudly while Mia pretended to shoot an imaginary bullet through her finger guns into her head. I chuckled at her and warmed up to the family of two… including James, who was busy in a telepathic conversation with my boyfriend. They looked awkward with squinted eyes and one-worded answers. I wanted to ask what was wrong with Aiden, but he was seated across me. “Sooo…” Mia started, noticing the stare-off between the two men. “Tell me how you bagged Mister Aiden over here.”That got Aiden and James’ attention as both men looked at her questioningly. “Bagged?” Aiden asked, frowning at me. “She’s asking how we got into a relationship,” I explained the term in his language. “No.” Mia shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “It means where she found you and which cheat codes she used to—”“Mia,” James warned, his voice deep as he gave her a s
Bonus SceneIvy“And this is Prince Samir,” Zayed, the charming Sheikh of Azmia, introduced us and the Prince tried his best to ignore looking at him. “He’s still moping because I tried to seduce him and we were about to kiss when—”“Are you scaring Samir again?” A honeyed voice walked towards us, the stunning blonde wrapping her arm around the dimpled Sheikh who looked at her like she was the treasure he wanted to find. “Ignore whatever spews out of his mouth, I do it too. I’m Elena, Zara has told me so much about you.”I liked her the best, especially when she hugged me and saved me from her husband’s antics. Zara had warned me that Azmia and their people were loud but I was sure that Sheikh Zayed was another specie. We had arrived in Azmia, one of the most powerful and richest countries in the Middle East, and living in Sheikh Zayed’s mansion as the famous Golden Palace was still in work after the recent events. Zara’s family was very kind and made me feel like one of them every t
PreviewMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s best-friend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy, perhaps. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday, fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinched my hard little nipples between his fingers. A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes,
2 - You’re HotMia“And wrong answer, princess.”I swallowed the lump in my throat when he neared me, his tall height looming over me. He seemed so put together, I hated it. Absolutely loathed it. I was soaked from my head to toe and my shoes squelched when I moved while he looked untouched from the rain. There I was looking like a wet sock while wearing wet socks, and he looked like he just walked out of an Abercrombie cover shoot.“W-what are you going to do?” I did not mean to stutter. Stuttering was for the weak, but I’d be lying if I said his closeness didn’t affect me. And he smelt so, so good. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff. Even ask about the cologne he used so I could buy it like a little creep and spray it all over my bed and roll around in it. Yep. There was definitely something in my drinks. “I’m going to fuck you.”“What?” My lips parted as a car zoomed by and wetness seeped out of me, making my already wet underwear wetter. “You sure… you want to do tha
3 - Look at Me and AnswerMiaI swallowed the lump in my throat and stayed by the front door, which he ordered me to do. He came back with a couple of hand towels after rummaging in the washroom closet. I accepted one of them and started patting my hands and tee-shirt, staring in horror at the sight of my nude bra being glaringly visible through the sheer dark top. The only night I decided to wear something sexy and it embarrasses me. Great, thanks world.“Oh,” I let out a soft chuckle when he started patting my wet hair with a towel. “You don’t have to.”James glared at me. “You’ll get sick. You can’t miss your first day of school.”“High School.” I corrected him, crossing my arms. His eyes lowered to my arms before snapping at my face as heat crept up his neck. “Junior year of high school, Mia. You should take a warm shower before bed and take some cold medicine.” He touched my forehead again while I shamelessly admired the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders and tightened o
4 - Porn Star NameMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s bestfriend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday—fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinches my hard little nipples between his fingers.A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes, h
5 - Yes, Mister James?MiaHis voice rang through the class of twenty teenagers, grabbing our attention and making me squirm in my seat. I tugged at the tie that felt too tight around my neck, trying not to ogle at his tall, broad-shouldered frame. He looked delicious in a fitted crisp white shirt and pants. His shoes were so shiny I wondered if he took an extra hour to polish them. Nah, must have gotten someone else to do it.But what stood out the most were his glasses. Black frame that perched on his strong nose as his eyes glimmered through them, making me squirm in my seat.I swallowed the lump in my throat when he answered a small question from a girl, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his elbow. Fuck, his arms. His hands. The watch that I had gifted him glinted in the light streaming in through the open windows. “Why does his name sound like a porn star?” a guy behind me whispered, and I had to bite the insides of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. Thank god, I wasn’t
3 - Next TimeCalebMy cock stirred in my pants, hearing filthy words out of her sweet mouth. Her long manicured nails dug into my ass, and I wanted nothing more than scratches on my back tomorrow, raw from her nails after I fucked more filthy words out of her.But… the aphrodisiac.I didn’t know it was the wrong chocolate until I picked up her chocolate wrapper and licked the part where her tongue was moments ago before she left. I was sporting a semi just from that and wanted more, and that’s when I remembered. I had bought them up for myself not knowing when I’d use it since it had been a few months since I last got laid. And I had given the aphrodisiac to the sweet, hot-as-fuck woman of my wet dreams.
2 - Be a Good BoyAnnaMy lips parted hearing his filthy words, my thighs clenching at his deep, rumbling voice. No one had ever spoken to me that way in forty-one years of my life.He was hot as hell, and he knew it. His suit looked expensive, his white shirt ironed perfectly as it fit him like a second skin. His slacks were silk and his shoes… made him look young.And even though his tall, lean body was made for the suit, he didn’t seem like he ever wore suits. With the piercings and tattoos, I could guess he looked better in a leather jacket. His shiny long locks made him look like a hot, rebellious rockstar that had pestered me for my number when I was young.What the hell are you thinking, Anna?“I…”“Stop
Dedicated to every one who wanted not one, but two hot and young boyfriends who worship you like a Goddess.Part One“I want to fuck you like a hot milf you are.”1 - Pardon my LanguageCalebSome would say I looked like a fuckboy dressed as a gentleman at my ex’s bachelor party. I turned off my Peach—yes, I named my bike, boo-fucking-hoo—and unclipped my helmet. The ride was smooth with minimal traffic, but a small part of me craved something… dangerous. Or darker. The adrenaline was still running high, and I wished I could turn back around and go ride again.It was happening again, and I was trying my best to be a good-fucking-boy when all I wanted to do was chase addiction. Any addiction.It’s a good day—week for Aaron. You promised you’d be there for him.Shaking my head, I fixed my suit and checked the shoelaces of my Vans. Dad had given a couple of his since they were getting too tight for him. I had a lean muscular body, so they fit me perfectly—almost too perfectly, and I sen
Bonus Scene of Billionaire BossNote: This scene happened in the middle of the book, after they signed the contract.SummerMy heartbeat hammered in my ears as they called my number. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I had seen the email from the sex club, the one where I had a one-night stand with Damon, about the auction night where all the proceeds would go to charity for homeless people.I showed it to Damon after a late night at the office.“What?” Damon had asked, quirking his brow. “Do you want to parade your body and make me bid on you?”I had agreed because I loved the auction trope in mafia romance, and I’d be lying if I didn’t want to try it.“Look at her!” The host cheered when I stepped out of the curtains and onto the stage.Bright lights blinded me, and I almost lost my balance in the heels as patrons
EpilogueSummer“What the fuck are you doing—”My eyes widened and a small gasp escaped my lips when Damon wrapped his hand around my throat. His stormy gray eyes glared at me, his face dark.“Shut the fuck up,” he said, his eyes lowering to my lips. I licked them. The hand around my throat tightened. “I’m going to kiss you.”Before I could utter another word, his lips captured mine in a hot, fiery kiss. My hands came up to his shoulders to push him away, but when he angled his head to deepen the kiss, all my thoughts of pushing him vanished and instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck.A small whimper elicited from my throat when he bit my bottom lip. My fingers curled in his hair. He groaned, angling my face to him as I pressed my body against his, feeling his wild heartbeat through the layers of clothes between us.As if sensing my thoughts, he pull
44 - Broke the RuleSummerI fell for her first.His words rang in my ears as I made my way out of the studio with shaky legs.“Summer!” Damon called, following me as I hurried my pace. “Summer, wait!”I turned around, all of a sudden angry at him. “What do you want?”He looked around at the employees that were in the building and held my hand, dragging me to his private elevator. He pressed the button for the highest floor and asked, “Why did you run away?”I pulled away and stood as far as I could from him. “I didn’t know you could lie so well in front of the camera.”He clenche
43 - I Fell for HerDamon“Fuck,” I said, pulling out of her and fixing my shirt. “I have to take this.”She cleared her throat before I could accept the call, looking hot as fuck straightening her blouse and skirt.“What is it?” I asked, knowing she wanted something by the look in her eyes. I’d have to force my wet dick down and suffer through blue balls the entire meeting.“Sorry, I had something in my throat,” she said, clearing her throat again and eyeing me as if I was a piece of meat. “Unfortunately, it wasn’t you.”I raised my brow. “You want to suck my cock, dirty girl?”She bit her lip and nodded. “I came, but you didn’t…”I sat in my
42 - My Silly GooseSummerDamon was absolutely adorable when he was drunk. He made jokes, which was surprising, and he laughed more, his dimple making more appearances than ever. I took a couple of pictures of him so I could show him why he should smile more.Thankfully, Cillian helped me take him to his room in Moore’s mansion that belonged to Emma. They both said their goodnights and went to Cillian’s place as Caleb, his son, and Emma’s ex-boyfriend, was in New York.I helped Damon brush his teeth and remove his shoes. He was way too heavy, but I managed to unbutton his shirt and remove his belt. He mumbled something when I tried to remove his shirt.“Stop!” he said, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. He covered his chest and said, &ldq
41 - Particular PersonDamonWhen Summer’s nana said she wanted to talk to me with her serious face, I thought I knew how it would go. After all, I had watched enough K-Dramas with Emma and Mia to know how this works.So, before she could say a word, I set my intentions straight even though there wasn’t a glass of water or coffee nearby for my parched throat.“I’m sorry, but I like Summer, and I won’t accept any money you offer to break up with her,” I said, bowing my head.There. Nailed it.“What?” she asked, and I raised my head. “Why would I give you money to break up with my granddaughter?”I blink