She shuddered and moaned non-stop as his finger hit and caressed her sensitive spot. The feeling had caused her to whimper. He pulled off his pant while her eyes bulged out, "You've got a big rod down there, are you confident that it'll fit in?" She questioned. Angelina Trump, a 22 year-old seductress and a stripper relocates to New York on a deadly assignment to lure out a target. She has an irresistible figure but the charm is broken by a lonely gym instructor, a repented mafia Lord with a new identity who'd never pay any attention to her charms. What happens when she tries to seduce him? Will he fall for her tricks? And eventually, she did get the chance to be closer to him, when mystery of his past unveils will she stand by him or let go of her feelings?
Chapter one Jack
"Cognac, a lot of gin and light ice." The order got out of my mouth without me sparing my stares at the bartender.
"One minute," He wheezed. As I awaits his return with my order. I lowered my gaze, but suddenly lift it up to glance around the bar. The bar was scanty, it wasn't filled up. I darted my gaze to the exit door which also serves as the entrance and saw a young girl walking inside the bar.
The first thing that struck me was her outfit; she seems broken, but her dressing were almost like a slut. She was putting on a deep V mini top, mini skirts with buckle and zippers. Her face was swollen.
I watched her take her seat. My eyes trailed to her revealing thighs, they were hot and appealing from the far distance. "Your order is here." I stretched my hand backwards and grabbed the glass of wine.
With the glass in between the grasp of my fingers. I twirled it around, checking the content within the glass for any sight of pills before gulping it down in a shot. I can't say, but I was staring hard at her.
She craned her neck to glanced around and fortunately, our gaze honed. I draw in my breath through my nose, she was sobbing, and my heart couldn't concentrate any more.
I tried to concentrate on my drinks and not worry about a broken slut who was sobbing over maybe a boyfriend or ... From the distance, her face were visible under the dim light. She had on a pretty red lipstick, "hey yo, she terribly reminds me of someone I'm trying to forget." At the sight of her face and the remembrance, I darted my face away, but her image keeps appearing in my head.
Suddenly, my phone rings, and I've a doubt about my safety when I've seen the caller ID on my phone's. Well, my name is Jack, Jack Royce. A former mafia lord.
After the death of my wife, Emily, I feel completely left in the dark, the light of my eyes were gone from me, I feel my world's shattered. I was going to kill myself because I deem it fit that, there was nothing left for me to tend to.
The Rico gang had used my wife to lure me into a trap. Even when I had fulfilled every of their desire, they still have the nerves to waste her. Anytime I think about her, my strength fails me, my heart throbs. I groaned because of the tumult in my heart.
I was mad at myself, I always laughed at my stupidity. When my wife had die, it dawned on me never to help anyone in need. If anyone was poor, let them be. Don't help them. I was bitten hard by the mouth I fed, nurtured and cares deeply about. It was not my enemies who had caused me to lose my wife, but it was Rico, the boy whom I picked from the street and trained.
Because of his lust for money, fame, and power. He chooses to backstab me by taking the light of my world, which was my eyes (Emily Royce). "Hello," I answered, with my eyes lustfully scanning the timid slut in front of me.
"Boss." Came his voice and I grunted for him to carry on. "Rico, is after you. I heard he sent a spy after you, but I was unable to confirm the identity of the sex he'd send. But I'm 99 percent sure that it's going to be of the female gender. " "be careful, boss." A rustling sound was heard over the line, he was panting like someone who was pursued.
At the mention of a spy, I craned my neck at the broken girl and our gaze get interlocked. My heart jumped, and I crossed my eyes, pretending as if I wasn't staring at her with my phone still tightly wrapped around my ear. I was still listening to the person on the other line when the broken girl had stood up from her seat.
She staggered, hitting hard on the bottles that were placed on her table. The bottles fell off and the shattering sound of it draw the attention of everyone in the bar, they'll turn around, stared and look away.
She dragged her feet such that the sounds emanating from the touch of her shoes were resounding as an echo in the bar. Finally, she stopped at my front, with her half closed eyes. She was trying to control her posture, so she won't fall. She stocked her tongue out,"wrrrr..." She squealed, tilting her head like a toad.
I patiently watch her, at the same time listening to the ongoing conversation from the phone. She stretched forth her hand, sliding the phone off my ear. My face flared up in anger, a longtime fury which I had buried arose in my heart and I feel challenge at her actions.
She shoved the phone to her face and yelled,"who the hell were you talking to over the line?" As if her yelling weren't enough, she throws up right on my face. "Why do you keep staring at me? Are you also going to date and dump me, just like he did? Are you going to dump me for my best friend because she was giving you cool cash, doggy style and sucking your fucking cock because I was too tired?" I stayed quiet, diverting my gaze to the throw up in my body.
"Fucking slut!" I cursed within my breath but freeze when I heard her whispered,"aren't you going to say something?" I glared up at her, like what the fuck?
She dares to throw up on me, and now she wants me to say something? Something like what? I draw the attentions of the bartender and I see her freaks.
Her legs were wobbling under her feet, she was giving me a seductive stare, trailing her finger to the middle of her boobs. What's she trying to do?
He stared at me from head to toe, and smirked. "Your presence irritates me! I know you're my mate but you dare to tell anyone... I'll make your life miserable! " He emphasized on his last word. Ann Alfred sent as a tribute to Australia, she was a subject of their mockery because of the cicatrix on her face, she's mated to two cousins who passionately thirst for the throne, only one of them will ended up becoming the Alpha. Would she end up with the both or remained dejected?
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Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?