All Chapters of TRUTH OR DARE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PART ONE | DARE | I Dare You To Kiss MeIt's my boyfriend's birthday.And I have a nice little surprise for him.Brandon is my boyfriend of eight years. Most birthdays, we just stay home and eat lots of pizza. Drink lots of liquor. Dance lots of silly dances. Exchange cute little letters. But not this time round.This time, we are at a work party. Brandon is busy having fun with his friends. And I'm busy staring at the ceiling, wondering how I ended up here.Sitting on this washroom floor, a glass of champagne dangling in my hand. A glittery purse on my lap. Black heels lying next to me - the heels that my boyfriend bought for me.I'm actually the one who asked Brandon to buy me the heels. And the expensive purse. And this nice black dress. Yesterday, he took me to the spa. Got a nice massage. Got a nice wax. Got a nice pedicure and manicure. Got a new haircut. He paid for all those se

Brandon turns to look at me, anger flashing in his eyes. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile."Dani, is it true?" He asks. "My boss is your boyfriend?""Yes." I smile. "Your boss is my boyfriend."The night has actually turned out better than I thought. Thanks to Damien. I slowly look up at him, a little smirk on his face. His grip on my hand tightens. I never knew revenge could taste this good. The Rage and Resentment in Brandon's eyes fills me up with evil excitement."For how long has this been going on?" He asks through gritted teeth."I think you should mind the business that pays you, Brandon." Damien says. "Which is my business."He swallows hard and nods reluctantly."Noted, sir." Brandon turns around and takes the black heels on the floor. The heels that I threw at him and hurt his lip. He raises them, smiling at me."I'll give them to Wendy." Brandon says. "Have a nice life, Dani.""She sure will." Damien smiles, pecking my hand. Brandon storms away, carrying the heels.

****** CHAPTER 4 ******* Damien's lips crash on mine. The kiss is not awkward like the first time. It's fierce and passionate. His mouth is hot and soft on mine. He pulls back and vanishes upstairs. He comes back with a condom and wears it swiftly. He knocks his mouth on mine. He lifts me, my legs circling around his waist. He sets me gently on the soft rug, trailing his sweet kisses down from my lips to my neck and lastly to my breasts. I feel a tingle when he bites my nipple. He lowers his hand and sets his fingers between my legs. He starts rubbing gently, making sure I'm wet for him. I dig my fingers in his hair, moaning breathlessly in his ear. He stops and looks down at me, a little smirk on his lips. He's enjoying this. Seeing me hungry for him. "Truth or Dare, Damien," I whisper. "Dare." He whispers back. "I Dare you to destroy me with every inch of your dìck." The devilish grin spreads on his face as he parts my legs and rubs his dìck between my legs. Teasing me. He

Brandon opens the door, a fat hopeful smile on his stupid face. A few months ago, I thought he was the most handsome man alive. After the affair, he looks like a pathetic pig to me. You have no idea how hard it was to fùck him and look up at his filthy face. Sometimes I was tempted to smother him in his sleep. But death would be an easy way out so nope!Karma has already started dealing with him. He looks five years older than he did last night. His eyes are swollen and his hair is messy. He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a green sweater. The sweater that I crocheted for his twenty-fifth birthday. The little petty part of me feels like ripping it off his body...The apartment looks new and clean. The glass table is gone, replaced with a new wooden coffee table. The frames on the wall are gone, replaced with new paintings. I wonder if he smashed them to pieces in a fit of rage or if he just wanted to get rid of them to wipe off my mark in this room. I wouldn't care less.I das

I push the door open.Lana is in denim shorts, dusting the bookshelf. The apartment is surprisingly clean and tidy. "Expecting someone?" "Yep." She smiles. "Who knows when your future husband might pop in?"I collapse on the couch, rolling my eyes. She tosses away the cloth and sits next to me, rubbing her hands in glee."Spill the tea." She shrieks. "How did it go?""I said a big fat NO.""What?" She's confused. "Why?""He's not my type.""He's everyone's type." She says. "The most eligible bachelor in the country. One of the most successful billionaires in the world. The Fùcking CEO of Camille Cosmetics. The man who can change your life in a snap of a finger. The man who drove to this cheap apartment begging you to marry him. Any woman would willingly walk on thorns just to get to that man."I sit up straight to look at her. Her eyes are flaring with anger. I've never seen her so pissed at me. It's a little funny so I laugh."Oh, you find this funny.""I find you funny." I chuckle