All Chapters of Illicit Desires: Billionaire’s Second Chance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CAT FIGHTKENYA POVCome eight and I was changed into a pair of palazzo pants, flat sandals, and an army green tank top tugged inside the pants. I had my groovy hair pulled and gelled on the top of my head in a bun, and black sunglasses hanging on my forehead, a lousy attempt to be incognito. It was nothing fancy and worth the Bentley, but I felt good. And I had this permanent smile on my face that refused to die down, no matter how bad I wanted it to!The time hit, and the car honked outside right on the clock. I was already alone, with Anna gone to work and Little Luc dropped at his school and off to work. She gushed about my life and how it was starting to be a dream for all the women in America, and that I should live it all up while it lasted. I tried apologizing for burdening her with all the caretaking work, but she flipped me off and told me I needed a break and just be. And I was even more gratified to have her in my life than ever before. She was doing more than she signed

Devil is a woman ROYAL POV The sun peeking through the grey curtains was what woke me the following morning. I was groggy, my head pounding from a merciless headache and my chest tight from all the hatred I kept inside. The last conversation with my lawyers came tumbling to the front of my mind; the conversation where I asked them to transfer bloody twenty-five million dollars to The Trods and cut ties with them. I tried to breathe through my nose and find positivity from everything, and when my mind raced over darkness involving blood and hellfire, I ripped from the bed. I jumped into the shower and flexed my achy muscles beneath the hot water, then exited feeling slightly better. I put on a pair of fresh sweat pants and the t-shirt, then thinned my eyes at the smell of fresh omelet and bacon resonating from the kitchen. For one, I had no maid because I preferred my privacy over everything else, and today was not a cleaning day. So whoever that was knew the schedule quite rig

Bad Habits ROYAL POV Awareness connected me to my front door as it closed with a soft click, and the air settled into the room with a haunting chill. My insides curled and twisted with regret and something like guilt, and I gnashed my teeth before running a hand through my hair, gripping the strands tight enough that my scalp stung just a bit. I was a dick. A fuckin' dick! Whatever just happened- even if it was cooked in the kitchens of hell to come to torment me- was not supposed to happen. There's no way in hell that was meant to happen! Heck, I knew I was never a saint who saved puppies from a burning building in my previous life, and I have done my fair share of evil in this life too, but that was literally too much. Not when I was in the process of trying to win her back. Kenya was not supposed to see me with Kimberly, especially half-naked with nothing but a pair of briefs on with clothes scattered around the living room. Not long ago I was begging her to let me in h

Confused KENYA POV The following day, I woke up with a stat. As always, Anna took care of Luc and I made it my mission to push yesterday to the farthest corner of my mind. With my resolutions cemented in place, I showered, and chose the sexiest yet classiest outfit for the day before leaving the house with my head held up high. I went to the address Celine sent to my phone last night after I had asked her further about the auditions, playing good music, and feeling pretty good about life. I arrived at the center after a good hour, to find cars already parked and the hall bustling. I went to the receptionist and informed them of the purpose of my visit before being escorted into the farthest rooms where the auditions were held. The small receptionist smiled at me before leaving. I was about to enter through the slightly opened door when muffled voices filtered through. “Glad the hearing went on smoothly. We gained more than we anticipated.” “Touche’. I didn’t think it would

Save Me LUKE POV I was a thick stew of emotions by the time we left the coffee shop; the rhythmic thump, thump of my heart pulsing in my ear spreading wet heat all over my body. My chest felt lighter, my muscles less sore; like a heavy weight had been lifted off my back. I tried to remember the last time I felt like this; and no, I couldn't find it. Not even the Grammies could make me feel this... Young. But what actually made me want to laugh out loud was the satisfaction at the thought of Kenya being less mad at me. I didn’t know if I should be laughing or slapping myself in the face for actually feeling whatever it was I was feeling for the little vixen. But watching her settle in the passenger’s seat of the car I got her, with that small smile on her face as she watched the passing scenery… I somehow felt content, like there was a gaping hole that’s been filled inside of me. I knew the void all too well and tried filling it with alcohol and meaningless sex. But right n