All Chapters of Tangled Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I pull my skirt down,my eyes trained down as my heels click on the marble floor. I try to ignore the burning gazes I feel boring on my back. I feel like a fucking wh*re. Fuck, I just acted like one a moment ago. Stepping inside that office, I had my resume stacked in an envelope, ready for an interview to be a secretary. Why would I apply for a secretary job when I am a law graduate? Well, even Mr Monroe asked me the same thing when I presented my resume. The answer is simple, I am in desperate need of money. So desperate that when Mr Monroe threw my resume aside and asked me to spread my legs on his fucking table, I did. Well, a girl must do what she has to do to survive, right? I fucking did that. I allowed a man, a total stranger to touch my most intimate parts. I am not a saint nor your shy little maid but this is the first time a man made me feel cheap. It's even crazier how each of his touches drove me to insanity. At that moment, I found myself yearning

Our glaring competition is cut short when the door to the room is pushed open and a figure saunters in. It takes me a moment to recognize the person who just walked in and when I do, a sense of dread fills me. Mr Monroe? The man who owns me? My eyes hold his gaze as he looks between me and Lance, his face darkening. “ What are you doing here?” Lance asks, his voice calm and collected. “ That's supposed to be my question, asshole. What the hell is she doing here?” The man snaps, clearly annoyed. I flinch from the intensity of his anger, my eyes going to Lance who turns to look at me with a confused look on his face. Great! Just fucking great. Not only do I have to explain to Mr Monroe what the hell I am doing here, I don't even know where I am to begin with. I also have to give Lance an answer with the questioning look he throws me. “ Is this what you are? A cheap little whore who fucks any man who comes her way?” The man snarls,his accusation hitting me like a wave

Cliff pov To say that I was shocked by Lance's declaration would be an understatement. So the woman he has always loved and couldn't forget is none other than my new doll? I suddenly feel so guilty as I look at the pained expression on his face. I am the only person he opened up about his unattainable love and the many sacrifices he made to stay away from her. To think that I blatantly accused him of fucking her earlier? " What do you mean?" Kara asks with a puzzled expression on her face. Of course, she doesn't have any idea of what Lance has been going through all these years to protect her. " I need to talk to her, alone." I cut in to save Lance. I can't allow him to say anything more to her. The two of them will drift even more apart and with the recent development, that's not something we can risk. " No. He is not going anywhere until he tells me what the hell he means by he did it for me?." Kara declares stubbornly. She glares at me before returning her attention to Lance.

Yes, he offered to pay my mother's medical bills, in return for the use of my body. And yes, I do have an idea what I signed up for, so you can stop talking to me like I am some clueless child. " I spit the words out, anger seeping in my voice. Lance gives me a long stare before he sighs. " I don't want to treat you like a clueless woman. I can see that you are not one. " His gaze lingers on my chest and my nipples harden into pebbles, suddenly aware of the fact that I have nothing underneath this shirt. " Then stop treating me like one. " I challenge, lifting my chin in defiance. A dangerous glint flickers in his eyes and before I know it, I am sprawled on his thighs, my ass high in the air. Lance pulls the shirt up, exposing my ass. He rubs his palm over the globes of flesh, warming the skin. " Is this the kind of treatment you mean?" His voice is deep, sending shivers down my spine. Before I can formulate a coherent thought, his palm connects with my left ass cheek, making me

Kara What kind of a mess did I drag myself into? Selling my body to two men? Like a fucking whore? Maybe that's what I am. A whore. I don't even know why I was mad earlier When Cliff Monroe called me their slut. I don't even know why I acted up, running up here and locking myself up. I should have expected that. In fact, I have already figured out why I felt humiliated earlier. Even after being forced to touch myself to orgasm, I still wanted more. I wanted more of them. Yes. Them. That's the problem. I want two men at the same time. I want Lance to drive his dick balls inside my wet and wanting pussy while Cliff shoves his dick in my mouth. I want to be sandwiched between their hard, hot bodies, pleasured like a sex goddess, until they shoot their seed inside me. That's why I'm angry with myself. This isn't about Cliff calling me a slut, it's me acting like one. Who in their right minds desires two men at the same time? It's just plain wrong. But there's something abou