The plan was to f**k a man and get over her annoying boyfriend. Or at least that was what she thought. When the intended one night stand man is introduced to her by her brother, Ian as his best friend and coworker, she's shocked but happy. What will happen when her brother finds out of her situation-ship with his friend?
I tapped on my phone screen and looked at the message very carefully. The very sad one that Joel sent to me. I zoomed it out as if I had not seen the words correctly.
Turned out my eyes were working pretty much fine.
Can you imagine the asshole broke up with me just because I am too slim?
I wasn't even below a size 5 and he called me slim.
I stood in the mirror and I examined myself as I hissed with anger. He didn't even have the nerve to break up with me in person.
'Pathetic asshole' I muttered moving my hands from my sides to my ass and my hips.
Personally speaking, I loved my body. I liked that I wasn't fat at all nor was I thin. I liked that my boobs were firm and small. I'd be doomed if they grew bigger than that. And I exactly loved the small cup of my ass.
If I was a guy I would date someone like me.
Joel didn't have any sense of good choice at all. I should have seen that coming with the way he behaved and treated me like I was not important to him.
I loved the idiot way more than I should have. I invested more of myself than I should have.
I sniffed, as I tried to prevent tears from escaping from my eyes. 2 years just wasted like that. As if he didn't know I had been the same body size since we began dating.
"Damn you Joel..." I said out as loud as I could.
I was at the edge and I felt like screaming more and louder. But with the current situations, I didn't want to have more trouble added to me.
"I hate you Joel" my voice began to break. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold the tears back long enough.
Because I loved Joel, and no matter how much I was beginning to hate him, I still loved him. It's crazy but Joel was also my first.
No matter how much I said that I hated him, I knew that I would always still love him.
No one actually gets over their first, you know.
I've never imagined myself in bed with another man. Joel was the first man that I planned to make the last, too.
I sniffed and wiped off the tears from my eyes. I didn't like to cry. I didn't want to cry over a man too.
Except that it hurts. It hurt so bad that I felt so much pain that my head ached.
I loved him, I loved him as much as he wanted.
Today didn't exactly start well.
Waking up to an eviction notice when your current ex-boyfriend wants to remove your name from the lease and having to move in with your elder brother who is way older than you are and who is in another state isn't exactly the best thing ever. Especially when that brother of yours is so strict and bossy at the same time.
It wasn't like I hated being around my brother but living with him..... I wouldn't say it was the most enjoyable.
When I was younger, he picked my friends for me. He didn't even let me date anyone. No guy in my school dared to say that they liked me or they'd be in so much trouble.
Even when we didn't go to the same school, my brother's school was a minute away from mine. But the guys in my school still feared him. They feared him like he was an animal. There was a time when I used to hate my brother so much that I hated to even hear his voice.
It was that bad.
I had only met Joel on my first day in college because then Ian was no longer in sight to watch me and police me around and had moved in with Joel like a year ago.
Though the plan had been to move to Boston when I got my master's admission and stay in my own place of course except now that Joel has broken up with me, the asshole wanted me to move out earlier than I had planned.
And with no money to get a rental, for the time being, moving to Boston became the only solution I had.
I looked around the room. At least I still had one night before I could finally move out. Joel had texted me that he wouldn't be home, he wanted to give me enough privacy to park my stuff.
I didn't even ask for any stupid privacy because all I've ever wanted was to always be around Joel. To breathe the same air that he breathed. Eat what he ate.
I just wanted to do whatever he did and be wherever he was.
Do you think he broke up because I was too clingy?
From the spot I was, I moved to the bed with a bit of teary eyes. I had lost the vibe and energy to even continue packing up my things.
Then I sank into the bed and began to cry into the pillow.
I would have said my pillow but...
I cried because I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave New York yet. I didn't want to leave Joel yet.
Not like I'll ever be.
I hated myself for letting myself love him as much as I did. I hated myself.
My phone began to ring. I didn't look at it because I didn't want to pick. I didn't even care who was calling. I just wanted to cry till I couldn't cry anymore.
The phone did not stop ringing. That's when I reluctantly dragged myself close to the phone at the edge of the bed. I wiped my eyes and sniffed before picking up my best friend's call.
I didn't say anything when the call began to read. I didn't want her to know that I was crying or anywhere close to crying.
"Are you crying?" Ellen asked. Of course, she knew me better to know that I would cry my eyes out.
"No, I'm not" I tried to lie but I wasn't exactly the best liar on planet Earth. Just anybody can know when I lie.
"You can't cry for Joel." She advised "Even though I liked Joel, I still can't and won't deny that his reason for breaking up with you sucks" She paused "he's an asshole"
"Yes, he's an asshole" I subbed out but wanted to take back the words. Joel wasn't an asshole.
Maybe I was the reason for the heartbreak. Maybe it was all me. Maybe...
"Do you remember how much you've always wanted to go to that Detty Club? The one across my street?"
I nodded my head. My lips felt too heavy to move.
"I think this is the absolute best time to go there. Hooking up with a new guy is the best possible way to get over an old guy" Ellen said.
I wanted to immediately say no to that idea. I wanted to scream at her and tell her I didn't want to get over Joel.
But, on second thought, what if she has a point?
Charming, and smart enough to hide it. Micheal Adedeji is a selfish man covered behind the perfectly tailored suit of a gentleman. He’s the type of man to put himself first before others because he knows how much it hurt to put others first. All he felt for his doctor was just lust and desires he couldn’t keep to himself. And when he couldn’t have enough of her, he fell in love again even when he didn’t want to. For her, he puts himself last. **** Confident, selfless and beautiful, Kambili is a doctor who married at an early age and is only focused on two things: to get a job in other to help pay off her husband’s debt and to maintain a happy married life. Caught between marriage drama and the most charming man she has ever met, she’s lost in a world where she must decide what to save. A world where she feels safe and supported or one where she feels lost and out of control?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.