Novels by Prettyz

THE MASKThere was a knock on the door. Donald, toweling dry his wet hair, walked over and opened it. It was Nathan.“Come in,” he said casually, walking away.Nathan stepped inside and closed the door behind him.Donald stood before his mirror, wiping his wet body down with the towel. Nathan, meanwhile, couldn't help but steal a look at him.He had a body made to perfection, and the tattoo that ran across his back only added to his appeal.What are you doing? Nathan scolded himself. He was admiring Donald. How stupid of him.“You sent for me,” he said, trying to stay composed.“Yes.” Donald flashed him that usual mischievous grin—the one that always made Nathan uneasy and irritated. He was up to something, as usual.“I need your help,” Donald said as he slid open the doors to his walk-in closet. “I have an event to attend, and I’m indecisive about what to wear.”“Being your personal stylist isn’t part of my job,” Nathan pointed out. “I pay you,” Donald replied flatly, laying three w

I NEED YOUR HELPThe day went by so fast, and Nathan was relieved to be far away from Donald. All he did was follow Donald everywhere he went—even the bathroom wasn't excluded.A pistol was provided to him, licensed under the company. For Donald's protection only.As he got off the bus, a man in a black jacket got off too. He didn’t think much of it until he turned twice, and the man was still walking behind him.Occasionally on the bus, he had caught him staring at him. Maybe I’m just being paranoid, he tried to convince himself. One more turn—if he follows him...Nathan took a turn around a corner, and the man still followed him. He had to do something. If the man was still on his tail, he’d have no choice but to confront him.He turned into a dark alley, taking cover behind a dumpster.“Where did he go?” he heard the man mutter to himself as he looked around.Nathan loaded his gun, his finger on the trigger, and stepped out, walking into the light. “Who are you?” he demanded.The m

BEAUTIFUL COINCIDENCE"Nathan." Eloise heaved a sigh of relief when she saw him. She'd been worried sick, he didn't come home last night."Excuse me." He shoved her aside, and entered the house. He was sweaty as tho he had ran fifty miles.Eloise stared at him in confusion, as he made his way into his room, slamming the door hard that she feared it'll fly off it's hinges.He peeled off his clothes which reeked of sweat, alcohol, and something he never wanted to admit—Donald.The name made his stomach churn. He tossed his clothes in a sodden pile, and stepped into the bathroom. His bare feet slapped against the tiles as he turned the knob, steam engulfing instantly. He didn’t wait for the water to cool out—he wanted it hot.He stepped in, letting the punishing stream burn his skin. He welcomed it, he wanted to wash off Donald's fingerprints which were all over his body.He dug his nails into his skin as the water splashed over him, scrubbing hard at his chest like it would erase the me

A NIGHT FILLED WITH PASSIONNathan’s mood was ruined by the time he returned to the ladies. He stopped dancing, and threw occasional glances at Donald, who flashed him a knowing smile. It made Nathan’s skin crawl."Let’s have a drink," came an angelic voice from behind him. He turned and was immediately captivated by the woman’s full bosom nearly spilling out of her corset top, that hugged her upper body tightly."Whatever the pretty lady wants." He took a seat on the barstool beside her.Damn. He bit his lower lip. Thick thighs. Full curves. He’d do anything just to have her sit on his face while he ate her out."What will you have?" she asked, her buttery voice dripping with seduction, that made him long for her even more.He couldn’t meet her eyes. "I’m not much of a drinker," he muttered, already regretting why he'd said so.She laughed—loud and hard—until tears formed at the corners of her eyes.Nathan frowned. Alcohol was the last thing he needed in his system. It always made h

CHAPTER ONE: I'll HAVE HIM Heaven on Earth—the most exclusive club in the entire country. A haven of seduction and Lust where men and women—especially men—came to lose themselves in passion.“Welcome to Heaven on Earth,” a lady purred, her straight brown hair cascaded over a tight dress that could barely contained her large bossom. As she poured drinks, a group of men gawked her shamelessly—except one.Donald Ervin. Thirty-three, filthy rich, dangerously attractive. A man with an aura so strong it pulled people in with such a great force. Piercing blue eyes, smooth jawline. An air of control that made everyone around him submit without question.But tonight, his eyes weren’t on the ladies, who were looking extra good today.His gaze was fixed intently on one of the strippers—A man.Tattooed on his left breast was a dragon. His black pants clung to him as he moved with seductively on the pole. The way he smiled, the way he moved, everything about him made Donald yearn to have him.