Novels by Kelly’s dairy

CHAPTER 4Ethan resumed driving. The car engine made a steady sound. Amelia sat quietly, her arms wrapped around herself. Her cheek still felt warm where Ethan had touched her. She hadn’t planned for this. This date was supposed to be a distraction, a reckless attempt to drown out the ache Ryan had left behind. But it had spiraled into something far more intimate—something she never expected, not even with Ryan. Ryan. Her fingers curled into her lap as the weight of his name pressed against her chest. She had loved him, once. Had dreamed of a future where he was the first man to claim every part of her—mind, heart, body. She had promised herself to him, planned to give herself to him on his birthday next month. But that future had shattered the moment he walked away, leaving her with nothing but empty promises and a bruised heart. And now… now she had given a part of herself to someone else. To Ethan. A stranger. Her stomach tightened. She could still feel the ghost of his touc

CHAPTER 3The car's engine made a steady humming noise. But Amelia couldn't focus on it. She felt very aware of the man sitting next to her. Ethan's hand was on the steering wheel. His fingers were tapping on it. But Amelia noticed that his hand tightened slightly every time she moved in her seat. She crossed her legs, trying to find some relief from the aching warmth between her thighs. It didn’t help. The fabric of her dress brushed against her skin, teasing, making her all too conscious of her own body. Ethan caught the movement. A slow smirk curved his lips as he turned his head slightly, his dark eyes glinting in the dim glow of the dashboard. “You’re squirming, sweetheart.” His voice was deep, taunting, thick with amusement. “Still thinking about how I’d feel between your legs?” A sharp breath escaped her, but she refused to let him see how easily he unraveled her. She tilted her head, forcing a smirk of her own. “You talk a lot, Ethan. I bet you don’t have the strength to

CHAPTER 2The restaurant buzzed with quiet chatter, Amelia stepped inside, inhaling the scent of expensive cologne, grilled steak, and aged wine. The place screamed luxury, with polished mahogany tables. She scanned the room, smoothing a hand down the emerald-green dress. She had to admit that it made her feel powerful, sexy. And she needed that tonight. A deep voice cut through the air. Hi there, She turned and nearly forgot how to breathe. The man standing before her was sin in a suit. Tall, broad-shouldered, with just the right amount of scruff on his jaw. His dark hair was perfectly styled, but a few strands dared to fall over his forehead, making him look effortlessly sexy. But it was his eyes that did her in—sharp, piercing blue, locked onto hers with quiet intensity. Oh, hell. He smiled—a slow, knowing curve of his lips. "Ethan Blackwood," he introduced, extending his hand. Her fingers slid into his. Warm. Firm. Strong. "Amelia," she said, forcing her voice to stay st

CHAPTER 1Amelia sat across from Ryan, her fingers wrapped around the edge of her coffee cup. The café was noisy, but between them, there was nothing. Just silence.Ryan exhaled, shifting in his seat. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to be anywhere but here.“I think we should break up.”The words hit Amelia like a slap. For a second, she just stared at him, waiting for him to take it back. To laugh and say he was joking. But he didn’t. He just sat there, avoiding her eyes, tapping his fingers against the table.She swallowed hard. “What?”Ryan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t think this is working anymore.”Her chest tightened. “You don’t think?”He finally looked at her then, and she wished he hadn’t. There was no sadness in his eyes. No regret. Just that same distant expression he’d been giving her for months.“I feel trapped, Amelia.” His voice was calm. “We’ve been together for three years, and it’s just... too much.”Too much.The words made her stomach turn