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Tamara Valentine is a beautiful young billionaire looking for love and romance to complete her. Randal is a lowlife pauper looking for money to fulfill his long life dreams and create a name for himself and he found the source of his wealth the day he laid eyes on the young and beautiful Tamara Valentine. Rental swept Tamara off her feet and made her lots of beautiful promises but then one day he left her broke, bankrupt and heartbroken. Will Tamara accept her fate or take back what's rightfully hers, read to find out lovelies, and put on your seatbelt because this is going to be a very bumpy ride.
A cup of coffee, toast, and scrambled eggs. A robe, messy hair, and eye bags like she hadn't slept at all last night.
This was Tamara Valentine and she had eyebags because she hadn't slept at all the last night. She stared at herself in a mirror, slightly disgusted. She took a sip of her coffee before taking a bite of her toast then looked at herself in the mirror again as she munched on the softness of the bread. She took a deep breath.
What kind of fucking life is this?
She walked away from the mirror and sat on a dining chair, resting her coffee cup on the table. Her eyes wandered to a piece of paper with a pen stabbed right through it. The words on the paper read Randal Meyers.
She thought it was poetic, perhaps it made her look crazy; writing her ex-boyfriend's name on a piece of paper and stabbing right through it. She would have gone for drawings but she wasn't much of an artist.
She kept biting from the toast and sipping from her coffee as her mind raced frantically.
The past year of house arrest might have not driven her completely crazy but she knew she had changed. She knew she had hate in her. She was filled with anger and lust for revenge every morning she woke up. She would always plot her return, and what she would do to the man who destroyed everything she had achieved and tried to destroy her.
Unsurprisingly, her mind would always wander to the idea of killing him, but she wasn't sure she had enough hate to drive her to murder someone so it was always a no-go for her.
She tore out a piece of paper from her jotter on the table and scribbled the name Randal Meyers, she stabbed the paper, again and again. She used this as a way to let out some anger and frustration. It kept her sane
What am I doing? She thought to herself, digging her fingers into her hair. It was something she had to deal with every day; questioning herself as to why what happened happened. Most times she thought it was a long nightmare, everything was so horrible that it had to be a nightmare.
She regretted not seeing the signs when they were right there. It all felt too good to be true and she fell for it, completely. Now Randal Meyers was living in some mansion he bought, spending the money he stole from her with her best friend Paige, while she is stuck in her home, denied the freedom of anything like an ordinary tweet.
Apart from the regular visits from her assistant, Elsa Voight she never had physical contact with other people. It was exasperating, to say the least.
She tore out another piece of paper and was about to write down his name once more when her doorbell rang. A confused look was on her face, Who the fuck could that be? She got up almost tripping on her slippers.
"Oh fuck." she put on her slippers and staggered towards the front door, "Elsa is that you? You're kind of early?" The doorbell rang again.
"Well fucking hold on then!" She opened the door. The face she saw was the most unrecognizable face she had ever seen "Who the hell are you?"
"Hello, Ms. Valentine. My name is Malia Goldman."
Tamara stared at her for a second then replied, "Okay, Malia Goldman. What do you want?"
"I believe you and I have a thing in common."
"Really, well what's that?"
"We have a common enemy."
Tamara gave her an inquisitive look, pretending to not be assuming what she meant. "What are you talking about?"
"I used to date Randal Meyers. He destroyed my life just as he did to yours and I want my revenge."
Tamara's eyes widened with curiosity, this was a sign, this was her chance.
"Are you gonna let me in?"
She blinked her eyes, returning to her senses. "Yes," she said, "yes I am."
What was that dripping sound? It sounded like an echo, a noise from far away repeating itself in an effort to wake her up. What had happened? Her eyes pulled open but she wasn't able to see much, her vision was foggy and her mind was blur. The car door fell open and she found herself struggling to crawl out, unsure of what was happening but all she knew was that she had to crawl and so she did. She kept crawling. Her head pounded, eating at her strength as she pulled herself through the rough ground. As dizzy as she was, she could only recognise a few things; the horrible smell of smoke and the dark small cave sitting in the hills not very far from her. Her groan was loud and painful. There was a sting in the lower part of her body that she couldn't assimilate at that moment and so she continued to crawl. When she was finally in the cave, her hands began to wobble. They had taken her to the destination and couldn't do anything more. She begged them to let her go deeper into the cave but they were bent on their stance. And so she gave in. After one last effort to remember what had happened or even who she was, Tiffany's head fell on the hard stony ground of the cave. The vertigo in her head had stopped and the stinging pain in her legs was no longer. She laid in her faint. An arm supporting her small head and her legs shut tight. She laid unconscious and heavily asleep in the icy winter cold.
THIS STORY IS VERY HOT!!!! ITS NOT FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18+ I despised this man in a singularly sharp way, but my body was betraying me; I craved more of what he was doing. Damn if he wasn’t good at this. Here was a man who I wanted to carry my revenge on, and it turned out that right now, what he wanted was me. Miracles do happen. My head fell to the side as I leaned back on my elbows, feeling my impending orgasm approaching fast. I bit his lower lip as my hands made quick work down to the front of his pants, whipping his belt free of the loops. He made a low, angry noise deep in his throat and took my blouse in his hands, yanking it open, the silver buttons skittering across the long conference table. "Let me apologize to you properly… just you and me, this weekend in Italy. I have a hotel" The man whose soul I wanted so much had just tabled it in my palm and so far, there was no price tag. If he thinks he could use his charms on me like he did many years ago then he'd got to rethink. But he didn't have to know that right? He slid his hands up my ribs and over my breasts, thumbs slipping back and forth across my taut nipples, his dark stare fixated on my expression the entire time. His hands were big and rough almost to the point of pain, but instead of wincing or backing off, I pushed into his palms wanting more, and harder. He growled, fingers tightening. It occurred to me I might bruise, and for a sick moment, I hoped I did. I wanted a way to remember this feeling, of being completely sure of what my body wanted, entirely unleashed. He leaned close enough to bite my shoulder, whispering, "We have a deal. And you better make it worth it" "You know you can always count on my dick and mouth, right?" *** Join the ride and quench your desires with this story.
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