"Just one night?" I questioned, slowly bringing my gaze back up to his. "Just one night," he reiterated. I took a deep breath. "If I do this, then you have to promise me that one night will be enough." "Dove, you know I can't make that promise." He closed the distance between us, reaching up to caress my cheek. "And neither can you." ******************************************************************** Harlynn Murphy is a 23 year old Escort. Under the alias Dove, everyone knows who she is in the Escort world. But outside of her occupation, she's just Harlynn- a woman simply trying to pay her rent on time and be the best mama she can be to her fur baby Bolt. 23 year old Mason has always believed in living life to the fullest. Especially when it comes to women. Never having had an issue in the women department, Mason is shocked when he can't find a date for his older brother's wedding. So, as a last-minute resort, he decides to hire an Escort. What happens when their business relationship turns into a friend with benefits? Will the two be able to keep from falling for each other?
Panting, I feel like I'm going to pass out. This heat is no joke. Which is why I'm pissed that I'm out here and not back in my apartment where the air conditioning is currently blasting.
Wiping the sweat from my brow, I apologize to the people I've accidentally bumped into on my way down to the beach.
Bolt, my black and tan German Sheperd is bolting -hence the reason for his name- towards the neon green tennis ball he just saw being thrown into the air.
He's not usually this reactive, but tennis balls have always been his weakness ever since he was a little puppy. Anytime he saw the damn thing he would take off.
I put him in multiple training schools, especially when he was a puppy and not one person managed to shift his focus away from the ball. And it's not just any ball. It's tennis balls he likes. He could care less about any other ball.
"Damn you, Bolt!" I yell, knowing he heard me because he looked back. "Get back here!" He turns his head, still making a run for the ball he saw seconds ago.
I promise I'm a good dog owner. I always keep him on a leash during walks, and I have been working to correct his behavior. Of course, no one knows that. All they see is an owner chasing after their large, unpredictable dog.
Bolt and I were on our way back to my apartment from our afternoon walk when he saw the ball. I didn't have a solid grip on the leash and he took off.
Which is why I'm running. And although I'm in good shape, I didn't prepare myself to run across the beach for my dog in the middle of the hot ass day.
I watch from a distance as Bolt leaps into the air to catch the tennis ball in his mouth. My eyes follow the large fur ball as he runs back over to whoever threw the ball.
I pause, my mouth forming an o shape as I watch Bolt tackle a guy to the ground.
That looked like it hurt.
When I finally reach Bolt, who's licking all over the guy's face, I grab his harness and move to pull him off.
"Sit," I command.
Bolt plops down into a sitting position, his long pink tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He cocks his head to one side, his slanted ears making it difficult to be upset with the one year old pup.
I turn my attention back to the guy he knocked over. "I am so sorry. He really likes tennis balls. And I know that's not an excuse, but-"
"It's okay," the guy cuts in. Green eyes flicker up to me, his lips curling up into a drop dead gorgeous smile.
I wasn't really looking at him, but I am now. He has waves of thick dark hair that looks like a deep shade of red in the sunlight.
My eyes trail over the tattoos on his arms before focusing on one in particular that peeks out of his salmon pink swim trunks. I'm unable to figure out what it is, but it looks like it may be a part of a much larger tattoo.
Tearing my gaze away from his beautifully sculpted abdomen, I look over just as a miniature black Schnauzer walks over to her owner, her little tail wagging.
The guy stands to his feet and brushes off the sand clinging to his swim trunks. Picking up the saliva covered ball, he gives it back to Bolt.
"Oh, he doesn't-"
"He can have it," he says with a smile. "I don't mind. I have plenty more at home."
"Thank you," I reply, mirroring the smile on his face.
My face heats up when I realize he's now checking me out. I'm not one to get flustered easily, but there was just something about those green eyes. I feel like he could see right through my matching black athletic wear.
His eyes fall to my midriff before quickly meeting my eyes again. The smile on his face stretched when he realized I caught him checking me out.
Ah, so he's one of those.
He's hot. I'll give him that. But he's clearly a man whore. Or he's a pervert. Either way, I refuse to engage a guy like that. The man has commitment issues written all over his handsome, chiseled face.
"So, are you going to tell me your name?"
"No."
The smile on his face vanishes, a frown taking its place. "Why not?"
"Because if I tell you my name, then you're going to want my number."
"And what's wrong with that?" He asks, tilting his head the same way Bolt had done just a moment ago.
"I know guys like you."
I deal with guys like him on a daily basis. They're rich horn balls who only care about one thing. And that's sex.
Unfortunately for them, as an escort I don't provide sexual services. I'll cling to your arm like a married couple in the newlywed stage. And whether it's to wow your parents, or piss off an ex, I'll become whoever you want me to be.
For a hefty fee, of course.
Curiosity sparkles in his eyes. "Enlighten me, darling."
"I'm guessing you grew up in a big house surrounded by loving family members, went to an Ivy League school, and have probably never had an issue when it comes to women. In fact, they flock to you because you're a rich pretty boy."
I recieve no reaction from him. He just stares, patiently waiting for me to finish analyzing him.
"Sure, you have a heart of gold," I continue. "But you often think with your..." I quickly look down, then back up. "You're what? A solid four inches flaccid and about six inches when hard?" He simply raises a brow and I grin. "Anway, you often think with your dick. So I mean this in the most respectful way when I say this, but no I will not tell you my name. And no, I will not give you my number."
"Damn, I'm impressed," he admits, nodding his head in approval. "Though, you're wrong about one thing."
"Really?" I question in surprise, thinking my analysis of him had been spot on. "What did I get wrong?"
"I'm actually six inches flaccid and eight when hard. But you know, A for effort." He smirks. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, no name." He turns to leave, motioning his dog to follow with a soft whistle and a pat of his thigh.
Hmm... Now that he mentions it, my measurements of his cock size was a little off.
Turning to Bolt, I scratch behind his ears and pat his head. He's looking up at me with those innocent brown eyes of his, as if to say, "you like him, don't you?"
I find myself glancing in the guy's direction before quickly looking away. "Eh, he's alright," I answered, as if Bolt had really asked me a question. "Now come on, let's go finish our walk."
"You are a monster, Kyle." I whispered. He took two steps towards me. We were standing so close that if I moved even an inch, I would kiss him. But I didn't want to, god, I did want to. He grazed my neck with his nose, and I shivered. Why did we have to be mates? He breathed into my ear. "I thought you always knew that, Kitten." *** Monsters don't fall in love. All they have is hate. But some monsters are made into that by lies and words. Some monsters love more than they can hate. *** Meet Kaea. Bullied. Alone except for one friend. Scarred. The daughter of the beta. Meet Kyle. The hottest guy on campus. Popular. Manwhore. The son of the alpha. Kyle hated no one more than he hated Kaea. It was all he knew. But when Kaea turns 18, and the most unexpected person on earth becomes her mate. What is she going to do? When everything they ever did threatens to spill and drown them. When their past locks secrets and hides hate. Especially when that mate is ready to tear her world apart.
Hands, touch. That's all I felt. Everywhere. A burning sensation was all I could focus on, it was overwhelming. But I didn't want it to stop. I don't think I could stop it if I wanted to. However, I do hate how I pushed him away for so long. It was hard to believe anyone could love me the way I had wanted to be desired all my life. But here was Koa and all his glory. ___________________________________________ Read to find out more about Koa and Valentino's love story. Two alphas, Two dominant personalities, two stubborn hardheaded men and they find out they are mates. Will they give in? Or let go? One Lycan, one werewolf, together forever.
18-year-old Theodore Banks has had enough. He was determined to change his nerdy homebody ways, get popular with girls, and defeat his bullies. He signs up to an expensive gym, where he meets the famous Maddox Zane, kickboxing champion and Theodore's new personal trainer.
❝She was meant to be shared by the Alpha Brothers.❞ When Myra is granted a wish from the moon goddess, she gives the moon goddess a long list of qualities she'd like in her mate. The moon goddess knows only one way to fulfil Myra's long list of wishes- by pairing her with the Alpha brothers. The same Alpha brothers who have been hunting for her for years. Hunter and Mateo King. The Alpha brothers are said to be ruthless Alphas. Their name strikes fear in other Alphas. No one who has ever gotten on their bad side has survived to tell the tale except a notorious hacker- Myra Woods. But what happens when they find out the notorious hacker is their fated mate?
He pressed me against the wall. His plump pink lips trailed down my jaw line and his teeth grazed along my neck. "Say it." He hissed. "I-I'm yours."
"You have quite the mouth on you princess," he seethes, brow quirked. His grip on my arm tightens and a whimper escapes me. "Watch your mouth when you're talking to me." "Or what?" I retort, attempting and failing to get out from his grasp. ************************************************ Autumn Jacobs, 26-year-old, wants to prove to her parents that she can build a successful life without their money. With dreams of becoming a dancer and owning her own dance studio, she applies to become a stripper at a nightclub. Little does she know, her bosses are members of the biggest Mafia family in all of New York. After the death of his father five years ago, 30 year old Niccolo Fierri became angry with the world. To him, everyone and everything around him is just a means to an end. That is, until he meets Autumn Jacobs. Have they finally met their match? Will they become the thing that saves or breaks one another?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"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?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
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?"