He looked at me, his piercing eyes cold and sharp. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone irritated. “Cat got your tongue?” Fear gripped me, but I couldn’t back down. Not when proving my love was on the line. My hands trembled, but I managed to speak. “Hunter Steele...” I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Will you... will you marry me?” His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. “What?” ANYA BLAKE ____________________________________ I can’t remember the last time I willingly let a woman get so close. To me, they were a necessary evil....useful when needed, and avoided afterward. But when a young woman, trembling yet determined, stepped in front of me and asked the most ridiculous question I’d ever been asked, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: a spark. And when I kissed her, it awakened something in me—a feeling I hadn’t known existed. Her innocence intrigued me and I wanted to be the one to claim her, to mold her......to make her mine. HUNTER STEELE
View MoreANYA The tension in the room was suffocating, and I wasn’t sure whether to run or stand my ground. My heart was racing, my palms damp with nervousness. These weren’t just men....they exuded a level of power that was both intimidating and overwhelming. One of the three men, brown haired, who hadn't said a word, suddenly stood and spoke in a calm yet commanding voice. “Cut it out, guys.” He walked over to Hunter, his movements deliberate, and gently took the gun from his hand. Hunter hesitated for a moment, his jaw tight, before reluctantly releasing his grip on the weapon. The blond-haired man; Manuel, as I would later learn, smirked, seemingly unbothered by the near-death experience. Hunter glared at him, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, before turning his attention to me. “Everyone,” Hunter said, his voice firm. “This is my wife, Anya Steele.” The room went silent. Manuel’s eyes widened in shock, and he let out a dramatic gasp. “You got married? Oh my God!” He quickly tu
ANYA My mind raced as I thought about everything; my plans, my secrets, and the tangled web of lies I’d created. Bernice, Cross, Evans… the weight of it all pressed down on me, making my chest feel tight. Tears brimmed in my eyes, and I could no longer hold them back. I turned to Hunter, my voice trembling. “I want to go back, Hunter. I want to go back to San José.” He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. “But why?” “I need to go back to school,” I said earnestly, trying to keep my voice steady. Hunter’s expression softened, and he smiled, as if my request was adorable. “Come on, cherie,” he said gently. “If I brought you here, it means everything back home is taken care of. Your education is covered. I’ve already put someone in your place who will keep your grades perfect while we’re away.” I stared at him, stunned. “You… replaced me? How could you.....” “It’s a win for you,” he said, cutting me off, his tone reassuring. “You don’t need to stress about school, so s
ANYA “Where the hell am I?” I muttered, my voice shaky as I sat up on the bed. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, taking in the white-colored walls, the plush white bedding, and the luxurious decor that looked nothing like Hunter’s usual style. I swung my legs off the bed, my heart pounding as I tried to make sense of everything. Was I still in Hunter’s house? The room felt so different, almost too perfect. Before I could spiral any further, my phone buzzed, the sound pulling my attention to the bedside table. I sighed in relief when I spotted it. I must have been shifted to a new room by Hunter. Picking up the phone, I noticed it was my brother calling. For a brief moment, the familiarity of his name on the screen grounded me. I answered quickly. “Hey.” “Anya!” His voice was warm but carried a hint of concern. “Just wanted to check on you. You okay?” “Yeah,” I replied, though my voice lacked conviction. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” He hesitated before respon
HUNTER Last night, as I lay in bed beside Anya, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling steadily, her face soft and serene in the glow of the dim light. She had no idea how much she had changed me, how far I had gone for her. As I watched her sleep, my mind drifted back to the day that had set all of this in motion. I remembered the bar, the music, and then Anya....standing before me asking me to marry her. At the time, I thought she was insane. Who proposes to a man they barely know? But her courage and Beauty had intrigued me, so I agreed. What I didn’t expect was the whirlwind that followed. I recalled the day I went to her house shortly before we got married. I overheard her talking to her parents about a guy named Cross, saying she loved him and couldn’t live without him. Hearing those words felt like a knife to my chest. It wasn’t jealousy—I barely knew her then—but it was the principle. She had proposed to me, yet her hear
BERNICE I woke up to the faint light streaming through the curtains. For a moment, I lay there, my head pounding and my body heavy, trying to shake off the haze that clouded my mind. As I sat up, the memories of the past week came rushing back, and I winced. As I vividly recalled that slap. My father’s voice thundered in my head as clearly as if it had just happened. “How could you be so incompetent?” he had roared, his hand striking my cheek so hard I’d stumbled back. I hadn’t even had time to respond before my brother, Cross, stepped forward, trying to defend me. “Come on, Dad...” But he hadn’t even finished his sentence before he got slapped too. “Shut the hell up!” our father barked, his glare cutting through both of us. He turned back to me, his face red with anger. “You had one job. Just one! Make Hunter Steele yours, and you couldn’t even do that. How could you let some random girl push her way to him? I am so disappointed in you.” My cheeks burned, not just fro
ANYA When Hunter asked me if I wanted to stay the night, it felt like the world had come crashing down around me. My breath caught as the gravity of what had just happened between us hit me like a wave. What had I done? I wanted to say no. I wanted to run out of his room, away from his intense gaze and the overwhelming feelings he stirred in me. But then, a sharp thought reminded me why I had to stay no matter what. I had to plant the cameras. I wasn't sure if I would get the chance to get back into his room. So I forced myself to nod, my voice barely steady. “Yes… yes, I would.” Hunter’s smile was soft but knowing, and I felt a strange mixture of relief and unease. I told myself to focus. First, I had to get Bernice back into the house. She was my priority. Hunter turned to his closet and pulled out a set of pajamas for himself. I rolled my eyes when I realized they matched mine....pink and white, with the same delicate floral pattern. The coincidence felt too intimate, but
ANYA I don’t know why hearing him say "please" felt like he had cast a spell on me, and the walls I’d tried so hard to keep up began to crumble. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my body moved on its own. My trembling fingers wrapped around his cock, warm and hard, and I began to stroke him slowly. Hunter groaned, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned forward, his lips crashing onto mine with a hunger that made my head spin. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened, messy and desperate. I felt his body tense under my touch as I continued stroking him, his breaths ragged against my lips. Every moan he let out was like fuel to my fire, igniting something wild and uncontrollable inside me. Suddenly, Hunter pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving. “This won’t do,” he muttered, his voice husky and strained. Before I could ask what he meant, he swept me off the ground like I weighed nothing. A startled gasp
ANYA The air in the bathroom felt heavy as Hunter stepped closer to me. His hands moved with deliberate slowness, slipping off my clothes piece by piece. My heart pounded louder with every layer he removed until I was left in just my bra and panties. When his fingers reached for the clasp of my bra, I instinctively brought both hands up, gripping his wrists tightly. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaky but firm. Hunter’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes locking onto mine. “It’s a bath, cherie,” his tone was teasing but commanding. I swallowed hard, my grip tightening for a moment before I reluctantly let go. He held my gaze for a beat longer, then lowered his hands, respecting my hesitation.....for now. Without a word, he began to undress himself. My breath hitched as each piece of clothing fell to the floor, leaving him completely bare before me. My eyes caught sight of his hardened cock, and I instantly spun around, turning my back to him. He chuckled, the sound low a
ANYA My heart raced as Bernice's words echoed in my head. For a fleeting moment, I had felt relieved when she offered to take my place in Hunter's room. But then, the weight of the situation crashed down on me like a wave. This wasn’t just about me. I couldn’t risk the life of Evans, my best friend, my anchor in this nightmare. Hunter wasn’t a man you could predict. What if Bernice’s actions enraged him? What if he ordered Evans’ death out of spite? I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I couldn’t let that happen. “No,” I said firmly, rushing toward her. “I can’t let you do this.” Bernice’s eyes narrowed as I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Listen to me,” I began. “I understand why you’re here. But Hunter asked me to go to his room and it’s almost time. If I don’t show up, things could go horribly wrong. I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt. Please, don’t stop me.” Her reaction was immediate and explosive. She shoved my hands off her shoulders, her face twiste
ANYA Valentine’s Day; The day of lovers, the day I had been waiting for with my heart in my throat and dreams in my eyes. Today was going to be my day. My perfect day. I rushed into the bar, my heart pounding in anticipation. The sight of Cross made my breath catch, as it always did. He was sitting there, looking effortlessly perfect. His hair was slightly messy, his smile casually charming, and his presence magnetic. I had loved him since high school, and even now, in college, that love hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only grown stronger. He was the guy all the girls wanted, yet somehow, he remained single. That was part of his charm...unreachable, mysterious, untouchable. But not to me. I believed I had a chance. I wasn’t supposed to school at Kings college. My parents had wanted me to attend a more prestigious one, but I had whined, begged, and complained until they sent me there.....where Cross was. To me, nothing mattered more than being near him. Yesterday, I had done...
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