I pressed my lips against his and stole his sweet, savory taste, not ready to end the sweet moment. I licked my lips seductively and whispered. "Despite your age, I love you." Sarah was obsessed with the man of her dreams, despite knowing that their love was forbidden and would be disapproved by her father and others. She held onto the many beautiful dreams she had of being with him, wishing for them to come true. She found herself in love with her father's best friend, a very handsome man who had been rejected by his wife. Her desire was to show him what true love really meant. When her father received a job transfer,Sarah saw it as a perfect opportunity to be with him. The situation improved even more when she realized they would be living under the same roof.
SARAH'S POV
I adore his eyes, his charm, and those captivating lips. I long to feel his touch. He approaches me, and I grow impatient. 'Come closer,' I whisper. His body presses against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I feel my heart racing. I deepen the kiss, and he responds with equal fervor.
His hands caress my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I feel his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet nothings, and I melt into his embrace. Our bodies entwined, I feel a connection like no other.
In this moment, time stands still. All that matters is the love we share. He whispers, 'I love you, Sarah,' and my heart skips a beat.
I wish. I wish he could even spare me a glance or look at me with desire burning in his gaze.
I rubbed my eyes as I sat on my bed with a smile on my face. It was the same dream I've been having ever since I was a teenager. Making love with the man of my dreams, I never get tired of having those dreams since they were the only times I get to see what I want to feel. I've been in love with my father's best friend ever since I was a teenager; he is so handsome, more handsome than my father, in fact, he can't be used to compare to my father because he was on a whole different level.
"Sarah." Yep, that's my father calling. I woke up late again, my sweet dreams wouldn't let me wake in time as I wanted it to last forever. Even after waking up, I still daydream about him.
"Sarah." Oops, I better get going before I get into trouble. "Yes, father, I'm awake, I'm coming." I rushed over to the living room, and I saw my father already dressed for work.
"Father, you're leaving this early, won't you have breakfast first?" I said as I tied my long hair in a ponytail.
He chuckled, "this early, do you know what time it is?"
I glanced at the wall clock, and my mouth formed an 'O'. I knew I must have woken up late, but this late. It was already 9 a.m. for God's sake, how was I meant to make him breakfast? "I'm sorry, father, I'll wake up in time from now on to make breakfast before you leave for work," I apologized sincerely.
"It's okay, I knew you must have studied late last night," he said stroking my hair.
I smiled because I knew what he thought wasn't true. Before I go to bed every night, I always imagine him in my head making love to me before I fall asleep and repeating those moments in my dream. I am really obsessed with his best friend.
"I'll get going now, take care. And don't mess around," he said before leaving.
I rolled my eyes, 'mess around?' My father always told me that many times before I leave for school. I won't blame him though, many college girls mess around, but I, well, I go to parties and have fun, but the messing around he was referring to, I don't do that.
I sighed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I was really starving to the extent my stomach growled loudly. I ate and washed up before leaving for campus. It was not that far from our apartment, but I still needed to take a cab to get there. My best friend Helen was already waiting for me at the class entrance.
"Hey, I was worried you wouldn't come, I was even about to call you. What took you so long?" Her hands were on her waists as she spoke.
"What's the event?" I asked, not sure why she was so desperate to see me.
"Duh, lectures will soon start, that's the event," she replied abruptly and walked into the classroom. She was also my desk mate, we've been friends since high school, and she loves partying and dating. She has never dated a guy for more than six months as she will leave them for other new hot guys.
"Helen, is there something else you want to tell me, and you are trying to say it indirectly, cause I know you." For certain, she has something else to say, when did she ever bother about missing classes or coming late to class.
She glanced at me before sitting down. "Sit." I knew it, I hope it's not about the topic I hate the most. "Look over there." She gestured. "I think he's a perfect match for you."
I knew it, the topic I hate the most. I belong to someone else, to the man in my dreams. I blinked at her, and she understood without me saying anything.
"Fine, then I'll take him." She poked her tongue at me before removing her phone from her purse.
"Um, Helen." I called her, and she completely ignored me. I placed my hands on my chin as I stared at her conversation with her boyfriend on her phone.
"I miss you."
"Me too, when are you free?"
"Tomorrow."
"Why not today, I really want to see you, I'm dying.
I coughed, and she glared at me. He will be dumped very soon. It's been over five months now since they started dating; I even lost count of how many guys she has dated. After having sex with them, she will move over to the next hot guy. She's a real bitch....
After chatting with the soon-to-be-dumped boyfriend she turned to face me, pumping her cheek. "I think he is tired of me."
I chuckled, what an understatement. Tired of you or you tired of him? My friend always seems to surprise me. "Please be honest." I grinned, poking her arm.
She pouted and then smiled. "There is this guy in his third year that attends this college, he is very handsome, his eyes... aaaaahh." She is planning to ask him out. I shook my head, not ready to listen anymore. As I was about to rest my head before someone approached me.
"Hi, beautiful." It was the new transfer student, Helen wanted me to meet, 'perfect match'. The opposite. I gave a fake smile and replied: "Hi." "Do you have time after today's class?" He asked, and I knew what he wanted.
I kept the fake smile and replied: "I'm sorry, I'm already taken."
She went home only to find the man she devoted her whole life to cheating with her elder sister. It was supposed to be their wedding day and he didn't show up,breaking his promise after making her give up on her career. Heartbroken, she found solace in the bar and she met someone in her drunken state. The next morning, she had no way to return home because she was now homeless. She pleaded with the one who helped her to take her in, but he refused. Then it struck her. "I heard you are looking for a wife over the phone. Let's get married, she proposed. A few weeks later, the media were surprise to see a once famous actress with a renowned billionaire, leading to interviews. Mr. Zack Anderson, usually dismissive of reporters, seemed different that day. "Mr. Zack Anderson, did the once famous actress seduce you for personal gain?" "Who has the right to seduce me other than my wife?" he replied, and someone in his living room stood up. "She married my uncle!"
BOOK 1- BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE BOOK. MATURE THEMES 18+ The book may contain s!xual scenes, sudden instances of possessiveness, mild violence. Sydney Morgan and Gavin Reed, high school sweethearts, had been married for over a decade. Five years of their relationship were filled with unconditional love; however, in the next six years, this changes drastically between them when Sydney takes advice from her best friend, Gavin's first love. When Sydney loses her baby, Gavin is left broken and vulnerable in the hands of his first love. She convinces him to divorce Sydney, and when he does, Sydney loses it and nearly gets hit by a car, but then the talk of the town, Gavin's rival, and CEO's son, hiding behind a facĂ de, comes to her rescue.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."