What It Means to be His

What It Means to be His

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Lia lives a quiet life in a small two-bedroom home on the outskirts of a major city. Between playing piano at a piano gallery, waitressing at a high-end restaurant, and her never ending love for books, she never thought there would be anything more to life. She was content. At least she thought so. It wasn't until she went out with her best friend and had a hot encounter with a large and sexy stranger. One moment they are flirting in a booth, the next she's rushing out of an expensive hotel room after waking up naked beside the handsome stranger. After living through her first one-night stand, she decided to leave it at that. But what she wasn't expecting was to be hunted down by the most dangerous man in the country. Turns out, the man from her one-night stand held more mystery than she thought. Now she must determine whether to find some way to be comfortable with his lifestyle and embrace the kind of love she only seen in her romance novels or to stick with her morals and let this relationship go. That is, if he lets her...

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The Start of Regrettable Decisions

I groaned as I stood in line outside a brick building with loud music pouring out of its entrance. I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was so late. Oh, what I would give to be at home with a book right now… “This is so not a good idea,” I said to my friend standing beside me. “What,” she exclaimed. She spun on me, and I jumped out of the way afraid she would hit me for saying something she deemed stupid. “Are you kidding me? I have been trying to get you out of your house for months! You are stuck with me now. You are not getting out of this.” Sighing, I pushed my hands deeper into my pants pockets. This is a nightmare. My friend, Melissa, has been trying to get me to go clubbing with her for a while now. It is not really my scene, but she swears it would be better with me there. I am only here because I worry. It is better that we are in pairs than alone. There has been a streak of kidnappings lately. I agreed because it is less likely they will take two at once.

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Layana Lane
Nice read, looking forward to reading more.
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44 Chapters

The Start of Regrettable Decisions

I groaned as I stood in line outside a brick building with loud music pouring out of its entrance. I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was so late. Oh, what I would give to be at home with a book right now… “This is so not a good idea,” I said to my friend standing beside me. “What,” she exclaimed. She spun on me, and I jumped out of the way afraid she would hit me for saying something she deemed stupid. “Are you kidding me? I have been trying to get you out of your house for months! You are stuck with me now. You are not getting out of this.” Sighing, I pushed my hands deeper into my pants pockets. This is a nightmare. My friend, Melissa, has been trying to get me to go clubbing with her for a while now. It is not really my scene, but she swears it would be better with me there. I am only here because I worry. It is better that we are in pairs than alone. There has been a streak of kidnappings lately. I agreed because it is less likely they will take two at once.
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The Gentleman in Black

A man dressed in an all-black suit and tie strolled into a dimly lit room. Slowly he removed his suit jacket and eyed the other occupants. He placed his jacket on the back of the chair and sat down. There were three other men. Two were standing on opposing walls to the left and right of the mysterious gentleman. The third sat in a chair before him, bound by every knot that could keep a man incapacitated. Though he was in a less than imaginable position – one most would find extremely uncomfortable – the bound man seemed to be… unfazed by it. “I’m trying to decide,” began the immaculately dressed fellow, “whether I want to slit your throat with a machete and watch you bleed and die a slow and painful death… or shoot you in the head and get it over with.” He tilted his head to the side. “I’m finding myself completely repulsed by the look of your face.” No one spoke. The bound man sat silently, waiting for any idea of what would come next. Surely, this man would not just talk abo
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The Art of Eye Contact

I... am drunk. Mel and I were on the dance floor with drinks in our hands, her chest to my back, grinding forward, coordinated. I was having the time of my life with my best friend. I was so glad I decided to let my hair down. “I’m going to get another drink, do you want one,” she asked. I quickly drank the remainder of my drink, now accustomed to the flares that the alcohol produced. I nodded and handed the empty glass to her. I continued dancing as she walked to the bar. Looking around to take in my surroundings - now that my second was not around - I tried to keep an eye on everything around me. That is something hard to do when your brain is fuzzy from copious amounts of liquor. I threw my head back, sighing. My eyes closed as my hands caressed the sides of my face. I swayed my hips as my fingers trailed down my neck and went behind and pushed up my hair. My eyes opened and met amber ones. From up above on the upper level – for those super important people – leaning aga
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A Drunken Fuss

Dante offered his hand to me, and I looked down at it with new eyes. I took the offered hand and climbed over the rope. He led me to the dance floor and spun me, pulling me to his chest. “Wow,” I said. “I see you have some skill.” He raised his brows and chuckled. “Okay, so maybe you are not as shy as I thought. You speak!” I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest with a smile. He looked down at the assaulting hand and peered over to my breast. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and I frowned. I was beginning to wonder if he was a bit more hammered than I. “Like the view?” He blinked and looked me in the eye. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just really like your outfit.” “No,” I gasped out sarcastically. “Really? I never got that.” “Am I that obvious?” “A tad bit,” I said with a smile. “I mean, I could be wrong, but I knew something was up when you stared at my tits like a nursing infant in need of feeding.” He laughed out, head falling back. “I am so sorry. I did not mea
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An Offer He Can't Refuse

Ambers. It was the man from the banister on the top floor! “Are you alright?” “I-I...” I could not speak. From a distance I could not see all his features but up close... the man was devastatingly gorgeous. I spun around to face him fully since I only craned my neck. He was tall with a strong and broad structure. He had long dark hair that passed his shoulders. He had two scars on his face, one on his left brow and the other on the right curve of his chin cutting through his perfectly groomed beard to the bottom of his jaw. He wore a black button down with the top two buttons undone and his sleeves expertly rolled up to his elbows. The skin of his exposed arms and chest were blessed with beautifully intricate tattoos. The way he stared down at me, in all his glory, sent shivers down my spine. It reminded me of the striking gaze of a wild wolf on the prowl. There are only two words I would use to sum up and describe this man. Sexy and dangerous. And the two words I would u
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Getting to Know All About You

“Your hands, what happened to them?” “I busted them while working.” “What were you working on?” A project for a hobby of mine.” “What kind of hobby?” His eyes landed on me, hard and a bit annoyed. Though there were music blaring and people living loudly amongst us, there was silence between us. I could tell that he was not used to the interrogation I was performing on him. He tilted his head to the side and sat back in his seat. “Murder.” My heart skipped a few beats. He said it without any hesitation. His face was as straight as a bee’s line. Gazing into his amber eyes, I narrowed my own. There was no indication that he was lying but I knew the truth. Flirting with a girl, there was no chance a man would admit to murderous hobbies, right? I intwined my fingers together and placed my elbows on the table, resting my chin on the bridge my hands created. I smiled at him, giggling and he smirked at me once more. My fits of giggles turned into full-blown laughter thanks t
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First for Everything: Part 1

Slowly sucking in air, I released a muffled sigh. I was warm but slightly uncomfortable. My eyes groggily opened to reveal the sight of a headboard. It was a cushioned upholstered headboard with a diamond tufting and traditional camelback shape made with a black denim like material. It was a nice headboard, but it was not my headboard. How peculiar... My heavy eyes blinked as I moved my arms from under the pillow that cushioned my head rather gently. Despite me sleeping atop it, the pillow was cool. It must have been one of those expensive cooling pillows. A line of drool had trickled down my jaw line during my slumber, so I slowly wiped it off. Odd. I only drool in my sleep if I have been knocked out cold by those drowsy cold medicines while being sick. I stretched my hands towards the board and released a small whine. Everything hurt. My mouth was dry and tasted horrible. My limbs felt heavy and extremely sluggish. My muscles ached as if I trained for the Olympics without pr
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Walking in Shame

I could only imagine what I looked like. I had no idea how to attempt a walk of shame. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had a few notifications. Some were just random things like social media, emails, and app reminders. I took notice of the texts and calls from Mel as I entered the elevator.  She called me twice and texted me a few more times than that.  She assured me that she made it to shelter fine. She told me that she and Chris went to his place and drank even more. There were some illegible texts that I could not translate proving just
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First for Everything: Part 2

He was in such a horrid mood that evening. Having to lose a close ally, putting an end to an idiot, and dealing with the riff raff of subordinate groups who could not hold a candle to his organization, he was far from in the mood to be in his club.   But when he saw her, that all changed.   He leaned over the railing to the executive area of his club and stared down at the crowd enjoying themselves. At first, he was staring blindly at the dance floor. He only needed a moment to clear his head before leaving for the evening. But the sensual movements of maroon caught his eye. And he caught hers a
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Sinful Memories

A Month Later The sound of silence.  It is my favorite. And within a dark room? Immaculate. A dark and silent room is my preferred environment. It is all I must picture to reach a certain level of concentration. If I can image an environment like that and block everything else out… I am sure there is nothing I cannot accomplish.  My fingers dance across the velvet keys. My heart swelled as I leaned forward, lips kissing the vibrating waves of sound floating ind
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