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10 - Drunk? Cillian I called my son, hearing it ring for a few seconds before I heard his slurred voice. “What’s up?” I paused, looking at the screen, and sighed. “Where are you?” “Who’s this?” “Caleb—” I nodded at the hotel staff wearing a mask to cover their features and continued, “You called me earlier. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.” I patted my suit to grab my key fob and froze. I didn’t have my ring with me. Where the fuck was it? “It’s okay, Cillian,” he hissed out the words and laughed, his friends calling him. “I can take care of myself.” Pinching the bridge of my nose, I kept my phone away and checked my pockets, but I couldn’t find the ring. It was my wedding band and I couldn’t lose it. Because if I lost it, then it would mean… No. I didn’t have time for those thoughts. I must have dropped it in the room—shit. A curse flew out of me as I kept pressing the button to my suite in the private elevator. If Emma found the ring, she’d think I was cheating on
11 - Not Black Enough Emma Before The day my mom died was one of the happiest days of eighteen years of my life. Oops, nineteen. It was my birthday, after all. It started with me waking up to Caleb’s phone call, demanding me to open the curtain of my bedroom window and looking over the vast backyard towards his parked Jeep. My boyfriend was waving at me with white balloons and shouting, ‘Happy Birthday, Emma fucking Moore!’ Despite how it could have angered mother (when one of her maids updated about my life) I was grinning. I was happy. “Miss Moore, are you listening to me?” the sweet voice of Mrs Karen cranked through the phone, making me snap out of my head and shiver. I looked around at the dinner table, Mia and Summer laughing at Caleb’s dad’s joke. My head felt heavy and tongue felt like lead. “Can you hear me, Miss Moore?” “Yes.” I stood up, briskly walking out of the restaurant and breathing in a lung full of crisp night air. It was such a good weather. “I can hear you
12 - A PresentEmmaBefore“What the fuck?” I didn’t know if I uttered those words, or if Caleb or Aaron did. I blinked. Confused, hurt, sad, and raw. I felt like I was split open from my heart. Well, at least Caleb had succeeded in giving me what I needed. He had officially distracted me from my mother’s funeral. I turned, ready to leave—“Em, wait!” I glared at him, not caring that he was doing his zip up. “If either of you ruined my Egyptian cotton sheets, I’ll sue you. Clean up your own mess and get out.” I left the room and locked myself in the nearest washroom. My knuckles turned white at how hard I was clutching the sink. I ignored the pleading voice of Caleb, squeezing my eyes shut and lowering on the floor, covering my face. This wasn’t how my mom’s funeral was supposed to go. This wasn’t perfect. I should’ve been able to give a speech about how sweet, nice and caring she was, lying with my tears and fake smile. Nod prettily and accept the handkerchief from creepy ol
13 - She Needs Your Help Cillian “So, whose party was it?” I asked, changing the gear and taking a turn while Caleb kept looking out of the window. I could smell the weed and beer on him. His eyes were bloodshot, hair ruffled, and he was still wearing the suit he had worn that morning. “Don’t know.” He shrugged, not sparing me a glance. “I just went there to get high.” My jaw clenched. “And where’s your car?” “At E—” He stopped whatever he was saying and straightened up. “It’s safe. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” God, how fucking hard is it to have a conversation with my own son? “Where were you?” he asked, flickering his eyes at me for a moment. “You shaved and dressed up. Date?” “No,” I scoffed, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “I was at a club. I’m too old to date someone.” Definitely too old for someone like Emma. I thought bitterly. He stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his lap before whispering, “Mom would’ve liked you to be happy.” My hand loosened on the steering
Part Two “Why did my ex’s dad have to be so hot?” 14 - Mister Cillian Emma I didn’t expect to see the handsome man again. In my house out of all places. My eyes drifted from his thick hair to the exposed skin of his neck. I could see a hint of more tattoos. The suit he was wearing was different from before. It was much darker and fitted his large frame perfectly. He extended his hand, introducing himself. “I’m Cillian. Nice to see you again, Emma.” Cillian. My throat felt a bit sore from screaming his name all night. “Damon Grant,” my brother said, shaking his hand while I was still processing that Cillian was in front of me. “You met at the club?” “Y-yes,” I muttered, pulling the blanket closer and glancing at Cillian, looking away when his deep eyes were still on me. They made me wary and nervous. I shivered, for a completely different reason, and continued, “He saved me. Twice.” Meeting his eyes, I whispered, “Thank you, Cillian.” He nodded at me and looked at Damon. “W
15 - I’ll StayCillian“Why do you have a blanket?” I asked Emma, following her to the guest room and eyeing the way her manicured black nails were clutching the damn thing so tightly. I had known her for a few hours and in that time, I knew she wasn’t the type to get scared easily. My hand tightened into a fist, seeing her let out a small sigh of relief when we walked out of her room.She looked over her shoulder, a wavy lock of blonde hair brushing her cheekbone. “I might be traumatized. This is just a precaution.” My lips twitched. “Of course.” Her brother was reluctant to leave me alone with his sister, which I understood. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t let any man close to her. My jaw clenched remembering the white release on her pink underwear. Someone was either playing a sick joke or it was something much more serious. Unfortunately, my guess was the latter.The text, the writing on her mirror, the spilling on her underwear, giving her a present, and all that time, dire
16 - Meet the ExEmma“Stay. You’ll get cold. I’ll go get them,” Cillian bit out, pulling me back and not looking at me as he opened the door. “Which drawer or… closet?” My cheeks scorched with embarrassment as I crossed my arms. “Just some pajamas in the second closet and… there are undergarments in the drawers.” Color coded, I added mentally. He didn’t spare me a glance and left to fetch my clothes. I shivered from the cold and caught my reflection in the mirror.I looked red. My cheeks, ears and neck were blushing red. I jumped when there was a sharp knock on the door. “Y-yes?” Instead of answering, the door opened and I stared at the broad chest in dark shirt that belonged to Cillian. I took my clothes in a hurry when he handed them to me and the door closed on my face before I could thank him.I was a mess. I was never a mess. But I was becoming a mess just because of him. Sighing, I let go of my towel and glanced at the clothes he had picked out for me. I pursed my lips se
17 - What did I miss?CillianThere have been a few times in forty years of life that I wished I wasn’t present in a particular situation and instead lock myself in a room, bury myself in huge blankets, and never ever meet another person again. Most of the time, it was during a life-threatening situation where I had to save a comrade who had been shot, when Olivia went into labor, and when I found her dead. Apparently, standing in the guest room of my son’s ex-girlfriend, whose damp hair was wetting her tee shirt, was one of those situations. Mostly because I was the one between her soft thighs last entire night.Jesus Christ. Did I fucking sleep with…“Dad? What the fuck are you doing here?” My eyes twitched—which was never a good sign—looking at Caleb and Emma. He looked like he was ready for school in his very rumpled uniform and tousled hair.“This is work,” I said, trying to keep my voice emotionless. Because I had slept with my son’s ex. Emma. “I thought you were Emma Grant,”
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