Julien thought he was getting married to a fragile woman who would need his protection for as long as they were together. Much to his surprise, Kelsey turned out to be the direct opposite of what he thought she was. Kelsey became as tough as a tiger. Time and time again, it was reported that she got into fights. "Sir, your wife beat up your friend's brother." "Get her some medicine to reduce the swelling on her hands," Julien ordered helplessly. "Sir, your wife beat up your cousin." "If he's still alive, send him to the hospital." "Sir..." Unable to take it anymore, Julien asked, "What? Who did she beat up this time?" "Sir, she didn't beat anyone. Actually... she ran away with your child." Julien pounded the table and ordered, "Bring her back right now. I don't care whatever it takes!" Although Julien was tired of all the fights, he didn't know why he couldn't let her go. Like a drug, he was addicted. Would this addiction do him any good?
"Meet me at the Grandeur Club. I need you to pick me up."
Upon reading this message, Kelsey Lawson, who had been on the verge of sleep, sat upright in her bed with a start.
She hurriedly changed into fresh clothes and made her way to the location specified in the message.
Upon her arrival at the club, she found Julien Stanley, visibly inebriated.
As Kelsey entered the private room, the people inside paused and looked at her with mild surprise.
Then, as if deciding to ignore her presence, the people in the room carried on with their activities.
The air in the private room felt stuffy. Overwhelmed by the pungent smoke, Kelsey instinctively frowned, unable to adjust to the smell.
Waving her hand to clear the smoke, she walked further into the room.
Under the dim overhead light, she spotted Julien in a corner, leaning against the wall. His handsome features, delicate skin, and unusually long eyelashes caught her eye, along with the captivating black mole near his left eye.
Quickening her steps, Kelsey approached him.
She reached down, gently tapping Julien's cheek. "Julien, wake up," she whispered, her voice a soft caress.
Stirred by the familiar gentle tone, Julien's eyes fluttered open.
His gaze, heavy with a drowsy charm, met hers. Kelsey couldn't tell if he truly recognized her. He offered a faint smirk and murmured, "You're here."
"Yes," Kelsey replied in a hushed tone. She then stooped to place Julien's arm over her shoulder.
Julien stood up in cooperation.
Supporting a man over six feet tall was challenging for Kelsey, who was only five feet five inches herself.
But Julien, not entirely incapacitated by his inebriation, managed to stand with her help.
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As Kelsey escorted Julien out of the private room, snippets of conversation reached her ears.
"Is she Julien's new girlfriend? The one he's been with for over three months?"
"Yes, that's her."
"She resembles that woman quite a bit."
"Well, that must be why she's lasted more than three months with Julien. But no matter the resemblance, she's just a substitute. Julien's heart belongs to someone else. Didn't you notice? He started drinking heavily right after that woman announced her marriage."
Their voices dwindled as Kelsey moved further away.
She navigated Julien through the long corridor, finally reaching the elevator.
Together, they stepped into the elevator.
Once inside, Julien, troubled by the alcohol, embraced her, resting his head against her neck.
Kelsey cradled the back of his head, asking softly, "Which floor is your car on?"
"Basement level," Julien replied, his voice rough.
"Okay, got it." Kelsey acknowledged, leaning against the elevator wall as Julien clung to her like a large dog.
She had a faint scent of milk about her. Perhaps her daily habit of drinking milk was the reason she still carried a milk-like fragrance, even though she was well into her twenties.
Julien found her scent quite appealing.
He leaned in, inhaling the scent of her neck, then gently kissed the corner of her mouth. "Baby, you smell so good."
They had company in the elevator.
Embarrassed by his actions and his sweet words, Kelsey quickly pinched his waist and whispered, "We're in an elevator. Please, don't."
Realizing they were not alone, Julien raised his eyebrows in mild annoyance but ceased his flirtatious behavior.
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Once they reached the basement level, Kelsey spent about five minutes locating Julien's Bugatti Veyron.
She opened the passenger door and helped Julien inside.
After securing his seatbelt, Kelsey moved to the driver's side and settled into the car.
Sitting composedly in the driver's seat, she buckled up, started the engine with skill, and smoothly maneuvered the car out of its parking spot.
Executing a drift, she drove the sports car out of the club's underground parking lot.
The roar of the engine echoed in the quiet parking lot.
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The car eventually pulled up in front of Julien's villa.
Once parked, Kelsey assisted Julien out of the car and into the villa, finally guiding him to the bedroom on the third floor.
Kelsey had just thrown him onto the expansive bed and was about to leave the room.
However, Julien caught her hand, pleading, "Don't go."
She paused, glancing back at him over her shoulder.
Under the shimmering light of the crystal chandelier, Julien's gaze, slightly hazy from inebriation, met hers. The black mole near his left eye seemed particularly striking in that moment.
"Don't go," he repeated.
His grip tightened subtly, and suddenly, Kelsey found herself tumbling onto him.
Before she could gather her thoughts, Julien's hand cradled the back of her head, drawing her down into a kiss that was heavy with the scent of alcohol.
He had been drinking whiskey, a particularly strong variety of alcohol.
It was just a kiss, and yet, Kelsey felt a wave of dizziness, as if she had imbibed the liquor herself.
Lost in the moment, she reveled in the kiss, unsure if it was the heady aroma of alcohol on Julien's breath or his skillful embrace that intoxicated her.
Unknowingly, she shifted her position.
Initially, Kelsey lay atop Julien, but now he had maneuvered her beneath him, his kisses growing more fervent.
His hand roamed over her, slowly removing her clothes, piece by piece.
The room's temperature seemed to rise.
Outside, the moon, as if privy to a secret, coyly veiled itself behind clouds.
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In the aftermath, Julien's voice, tinged with sadness, whispered into her ear, "Am I not as good as him?"
Kelsey, her cheeks flushed, lay on the bed, breathing gently but steadily.
She was exhausted, yet sleep eluded her.
Moments later, she turned, nestling into Julien's embrace.
Her face buried against his chest, she spoke in a voice filled with loneliness and sorrow. "Julien..."
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The shrill ring of Kelsey's phone shattered the morning stillness.
Julien, deep in slumber until then, stirred awake.
His face, so alluring that it drew many, now bore a trace of wild fierceness.
With a frown, he slowly opened his eyes, heavy with sleep.
He felt a slight movement in his arms and looked down.
Kelsey, nestled in his arms, lay there peacefully asleep. Gradually, her eyelashes fluttered like delicate fans, and her brows knit together slightly. Slowly, her eyes opened.
Meeting his gaze, she blinked and offered him a sweet smile. "Good morning," she said.
Julien's eyes lingered on a hickey on her bare shoulder, prompting him to swallow hard before responding with a deep, pleasant voice. "Good morning."
The phone continued its insistent ringing.
Kelsey intended to rise and answer the phone, yet her nakedness hindered her from doing so.
Biting her lip, she turned to Julien. "Could you close your eyes for a moment?"
Julien, not immediately grasping her request, asked bluntly, "Why should I close my eyes?"
"I need to answer the phone, but I'm naked," she confessed, her voice tinged with shyness.
As she spoke, her face and ears flushed a deep red.
Julien couldn't suppress a chuckle at her embarrassment.
With a teasing smile, he whispered in her ear, "Why feel shy now?"
He playfully added, "After all, I have seen every part of you."
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
"If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me. I bit my lip again as my way of permitting him. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my bottom while parting my lips with his tongue. I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my rear, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit, through my underwear. "You're so wet for me already." He smirked against my lip before biting it lightly. I moaned again at the pleasure his touches and words were bringing me. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose." **** Olive came home one day to find her only long-term boyfriend balls deep inside her roommate. With her heart crushed, her fighting spirit from hell, and her best friend at her side, she sets out to prove a point. She can be with anyone if she wants to be. She finds the hottest guy at the nightclub and has her one-night stand with a stranger. Only it becomes more than just a one-night stand as she runs into him again next weekend while out with Lucas' best friend, Leo. Of course, she wasn't aware of the relationship between Leo and Lucas. Lucas is determined to make her his, but so is Leo. How will these best friends handle fighting for the same girl? Read on to discover how Olive deals with these two new men along with her college studies and family drama. Did I forget to mention these guys are rich beyond reason? Warning:there are plenty of hot and steamy scenes in this book
Norah had to make a big move to Raybourne City after an engagement arrangement between her family and the Chase family. She wasn't given the best welcome as everyone thought she was a country girl who wanted to dig gold by marrying into a wealthy family. All three sons of the Chase couple refused to have anything to do with her. They scoffed and belittled her, saying that she wasn't their type and they had better options to choose from. Unbeknownst to them, Norah was more than they thought she was. She had multiple careers going well for her. She was a renowned contemporary artist, an enigmatic hacker, a world-famous designer, a top racer, and even the founder of a widely-known luxury brand. She didn't need their goddamn money! Norah enjoyed working anonymously in different fields. But one day, her secret identities were exposed. The three brothers instantly made a U-turn. Janson, the eldest of them all, said so romantically, "I think we are a match made in heaven, Norah. If you get married to me, you will be the wife of the president of Chase Group." Simon, the third son, declared, "Norah, I can move mountains for you. I want to marry you even if I have to fight with my big brother." Hearing this, the second son, Darren was speechless. He still couldn't believe what was happening. "Are you guys being serious right now? You want to chase me after rejecting me? Ha-ha! It's too late!" Norah snorted coldly. She was fed up with the whole engagement thing, so she decided to leave. But before she could do so, the infamous playboy, Darren grabbed her by the arm. He refused to let her go despite her struggle. He stared her dead in the eye and smirked evilly. "You flirted with me, and now you want to leave? Over my dead body!"
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Arabella finds out she is pregnant with a child for her husband, Richard Giodano. She wants to inform him about it when she hears him speaking on the phone with Eve Rogers, his ex-lover. Because of Eve's arrival back into the states, Richard wants a divorce. That has always been the plan until he finds Eve cheating on him with his best friend. Five years later, they bump into each other at a party and Richard finds out his ex-wife is not only back with a child but is also a hot sexy CEO of Eagle Homes and Interiors. Even when she pretends not to know him, he vows to stop at nothing to chase after and win her back.