"I have a deal for you but I am not sure you would like the idea," she smiled, settling next to him. Jeremy coughed, staring fully at her, "I don't do deals with strangers, please." She smiles again, adjusts her suit, "Don't you remember me, Jeremy?" ** After losing his job and girlfriend to his his ex-boss- Mr. Twain because of his poor status,b Jeremy must figure out a way to settle the medical bills of his mother. l Trying to figure out his next move, a well-suited woman walks up to him, offering a deal that might change his current status as a poor ex-boyfriend to the richest man in town. Would he accept the proposal because of the rewards and his mother's health, knowing the conditions are of top secrecy? Or Would he decline the offer and walk away due to his personality and oddness of the proposal? What happens when he accepts and gets maltreated? What happens when he finds out he's in line for a family's wealth? Would he repay evil with evil?
Jeremy stood outside his boss's office, contemplating whether it was a good idea to go in. He had not needed to go into his office for anything other than to hand him a few documents or get him his morning coffee in a while.
They had a cordial relationship- okay that was a lie, He hated the man's guts and he had a feeling he hated him too, but then again, the man was not exactly friendly with everyone else. He was what you called a tyrannical dictator, and Jeremy was sure if he'd been born in Hitler's time, he'd have been much worse than him.
He took in a deep breath and opened the door to his office, knowing that his livelihood and his mother's recovery depended solely on him now. It didn't matter how he felt about him, his mother's medical bills still needed to be paid and to do that he needed a raise and he couldn't get one if he didn't at least try to speak to him.
The man glanced up from his computer to look at Jeremy, giving him a cold and irritated stare. Jeremy's first instinct was to immediately turn around and leave, but that would make him look weak, not that he had to do much to become weak in his sight. He believed everyone not as wealthy as him was a Beta and while Jeremy thought it didn't make any sense, it explained why he treated his employees like trash.
"What do you want, Gerald?" The bald head man snapped. He was a young man in his thirties but he looked like he was pushing sixty with his receding hairline, fine lines marring his forehead and wrinkles covering his face.
Jeremy had a feeling his premature wrinkles were also as a result of his wickedness, but who was he to judge? Oh right, his underpaid employee.
"Sir, I wanted to talk to you about something..." Jeremy began, marching closer to his desk.
"Obviously, why else would you be here? To braid each other's hair?" He said with a roll of his eyes.
Jeremy snorted at the ironic statement, but quickly covered it up by clearing his throat. The last thing Jeremy needed was to be denied a raise because his didn't like the way he laughed.
"Speak," his boss spat impatiently, like he was some kind of insignificant bug buzzing around him.
"Right, sir. I'd like to discuss a raise. I've been working..." He began his speech but was quickly cut off by him.
"A raise?" His boss asked with a mocking expression that confused him a little.
"Yes sir, a raise, I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important. See, my mother is extremely sick and needs urgent medical attention..."
"And you can't take care of her?"
"Well yes." He nodded, glad he understood my predicament.
"And how is that any of my concern?" He asked with raised brows. It was remarkable how he lacked so much hair on his head, but had an abundance of it as eyebrows.
"It's not sir. It's just that I'd like a raise."
"Why the hell do you think you deserve a raise?" All his attention was on Jeremy now, and he almost wished his boss was ignoring him like he had been. He wasn't scared of him by any means, he just robbed him off the wrong way.
"Maybe because I work my ass off..."
"And...? The janitor works his ass off, you don't see him demanding a raise."
"I fail to see what that has to do with this, sir."
The man had to be slow or something or just dense, but Jeremy knew that wasn't the case. When he'd decided to come to him, he already knew what he was going to get. His employment letter had stated that employees of the establishment would only get a raise every five years. At that time, he had been desperate, so he had taken the job, but now he felt cheated.
"How long does it state in your employment contract it takes for an employee to get a raise in this company?"
"Five years..." Jeremy answered reluctantly, knowing exactly where he was going well with this.
"And how long have you been working here?"
"Three years."
"Now do the math."
"Sir, I know all of this, but I was hoping you'd make an exception."
"Typical behavior of a beta male begging for scrap, you can't even take care of your mother."
"Well maybe If you paid your employees properly I would be able to!"
Jeremy spat, annoyed by his audacity. Who the hell did he think he was? Granted, he was his boss, but it didn't give him a right to look down on him.
Jeremy's outburst seemed to have shocked him because he glared at him with contempt.
"That's a bold voice for someone whose girlfriend is sucking my dick every night for money!"
"Excuse me?" Jeremy's voice came out in an angry whisper as his words sunk in.
"You heard me, Alex, boy. Your girlfriend is fucking me every night because you can't afford to take care of her." He mocked, his eyes boring into Jeremy's, taunting him to do something about it.
"You are lying, my girlfriend would never do that!" He spat.
"Oh come now, I'm way above lying, especially to the likes of you, but if you really want proof, doesn't she have a penguin tattoo on her inner thighs?"
He asked with a sick smile on his face.
There was a long pause as he digested his words.
"You are a fucking monster." Jeremy whispered.
Feeling his heart break at his revelation.
He did not want to believe his girlfriend was capable of cheating on him, but it would seem he was wrong.
"I can afford to be a monster, you, on the other hand, cannot even afford to keep your woman." He mocked.
"Shut up, you old fuck!" Jeremy seethed, his hands balling into fists.
"Well Alex my boy, that just earned you a demotion, from now on, you'll be getting half of your paycheck, that should teach you to control your tongue,"
"Fuck you!" He cursed harshly. He could feel his eyes stinging with unshed tears, but he refused to cry.
"Another reduction." He smirked.
"You are a fucking tyrant, you know that? And I hope you get what you deserve, you old swine!"
"That's a lot of words coming from a man whose mother is dying."
His words sank in, and before Jeremy could stop himself, he lunged at him, he was about to punch him when the doors to the office opened and a bunch of security men came in and held him down.
He was not exactly sure what had transpired in the office after the first punch he had given his boss, all he knew was that he was now outside the company with his things on the floor, spotting a bruised knuckle and badly bruised body.
The weight of everything hit him at once, he could not believe Laura had been cheating on him with his boss. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew it wasn't a lie. My boss was a lot of things, but a liar, he was not.
Jeremy was still licking his wounds later that day in a bar when he noticed a woman walk up to him.
He glanced up at her, she was beautiful, with hair packed in a bun. She looked like she'd come straight from work, judging by her pants suit.
"Good evening, Mr. Alex." The lady said.
"Good evening. How do you know my name?" He asked, despite his need to be alone. He would rather not be rude, especially not to a beautiful woman.
"I am Ariel McDonald and I have a proposal for you." She said as she took her seat beside him.
He eyed her skeptically but urged her to go on.
"What kind of proposal?"
"A simple one, actually. I'd like for you to marry me."
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"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
"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?
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."