Novels by Yeju

Sophie The car ride started exactly how I expected it to start.Awkward… very awkward.Everista had a nice car. I would give her that. The interior smelled expensive, and the seats were way too comfortable for someone I was currently annoyed with.She started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.For a moment, neither of us spoke, which was good.I liked the silence.Then she reached toward the screen on the dashboard.“So,” she said, glancing at me briefly, “what kind of music do you like?”I looked out the window.“Silence will be fine.”She paused, then she laughed… actually laughed.I don't know what was funny about what I said.I slowly turned my head and looked at her. “What’s funny?”“You,” she said.“How am I funny?”“You said silence like you were ordering food.”“I’m serious.”“I know.”“So… silence.”She raised her hands slightly. “Alright. Silence it is.”She turned the music system off completely.For about thirty seconds, the car was quiet again.Then she spoke. “Y

SophieWe were still standing there at the door, arguing like two people who had known each other for years and hated each other just as long.Except we barely even liked each other.I still hadn’t fully opened the door so she was leaning against the frame like she had all the time in the world.And honestly, that alone annoyed me.Then my phone started ringing.I looked down at it.Alex.I stared at the screen for a second while it kept ringing.Everista noticed immediately. “Well?” she said.I didn’t move.The phone kept vibrating in my hand.“Are you going to pick up?” she asked.I shrugged slightly. “Maybe.”She rolled her eyes. “Just answer the call.”I looked at her calmly. “It’s my phone.”“So?”“And I have the right to decide whose call I pick or not.”She smirked. “That’s true.”I waited.Then she added, “But ignoring your husband while you’re arguing with the woman he sent here is a very interesting strategy.”I narrowed my eyes. “That wasn’t funny.”“It was a little funny.”

Sophie I had been cleaning for almost an hour when the doorbell rang.I stood there for a second, holding the cloth in my hand, looking toward the door like I imagined it.No one was supposed to come over.Alex was at work.Celine already knew I wanted to stay home today.So who exactly was at my door?The bell rang again.I sighed quietly and dropped the cloth on the table.“Coming,” I muttered, even though whoever it was probably couldn’t hear me.As I walked to the door, I wiped my hands on my shorts and opened it.And immediately wished I hadn’t.I blinked. “...Seriously?”Standing there like she belonged in front of my house was Everista. She had this relaxed posture, one hand resting against the doorframe like we were old friends or something.I scoffed immediately. “What do you want?”She looked me up and down slowly before smiling.“Well hello to you.”“This isn’t Weillman’s office,” I said.Her smile widened slightly. “I noticed.”“So again… what do you want?”She tilted her

The gym was quieter than I expected that afternoon, which was good, because I needed the quiet.I had been punching the bag for a while now… even harder than usual. I know you'll think I was angry, but it wasn't exactly… it was basically because my head had been full of too many things lately, especially with the media still talking about nonsense.I threw another punch, then another.Sweat ran down my neck, but I didn’t stop.“Wow.”I paused slightly when I heard the voice behind me.I already knew who it was.I turned and saw Everista walking toward me, hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking way too amused.“You again,” I said.She smiled. “Yes, me again.”“What are you doing here?”She tilted her head slightly as she looked at me. “First of all, today you’re looking brighter than the other day.”I grabbed a towel and wiped my face. “That’s because I’m working out.”She raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.“No.”“No?”“No,” she repeated. “It’s something more.”I chuckled q

Sophie I know something is wrong and nobody can tell me otherwise. I'm used to men who are so loud that the moment they're pissed at you, they're throwing things, yelling and what not, but this is different.Alex has done none of those things and yet, I can feel it that he's mad at something. Even though he claims to not be mad at me, even the kiss was cold.He's pissed but who the hell does he blame for that? I saw pictures of the man who claims to be my husband and his mistress and somehow I'm wrong for being hurt?I let out a sigh and just turned on the bed. It's been hours since I said I needed to clear my head and there's not one word from him. I haven't left the guest room either… it doesn't feel right to even though Celine has confirmed it was fabricated.The hardest thing to do was to fall asleep because I was so turned on and my pussy was dripping for him. I knew he wouldn't come close and I was fine with it. He's mad at me, which is crazy because I was the one who sta

AlexanderBad news spreads like wildfire.It's no new thing; it's the mantra Katherine Weillman lives by. I'm actually surprised she hasn't called a board meeting but I know better than to take her silence to mean something good. The office felt louder than usual but it was not because people were actually making noise.It was because I knew everyone had seen the headlines. I could feel it in the way people looked at me when I walked in earlier.Some tried to act normal, while some didn’t even bother.I sat behind my desk, scrolling through a report on my laptop, but I wasn’t really reading anything.My mind kept drifting back to the accident investigation.I rubbed my temple slightly.“Focus,” I muttered.Just then, the door opened without a knock.I already knew who it was… and he wasn't someone I was looking forward to meeting today, or anytime soon.“Wow,” Derrick said as he walked in, laughing. “Look at you.”I didn’t even look up. “Good morning, Derrick. What brings you here th

MorganThe taste of her lips still stuck to my head even after days. I did exactly the opposite of everything I had in my head. What was so hard about apologizing in the middle of a conversation? I had only wanted to place a light kiss on her lips, just so Paulo thinks it was a play fight but when she tried to push me away, I pushed more into her, and the kiss deepened.I don’t know what spiraled into me almost devouring her right there, against the walls of Paulo's penthouse.The sweet taste of her lips, the firmness of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened to my touch, the feel of her hand on my head, and the sweet feeling of my crotch in between hers. Her thin layered gown made matters worse. The heat of that moment has refused to leave my head since it happened and I can do nothing about it. Not hearing from her makes everything all the worse. The silence kills me as much as being away from her body does.I had dozed off from waiting for her to open the door and walk into m

MorganI knew something was wrong, with the fake smile Paulo had tugged when he saw me and how he kissed her cheek. I walked closer to Winter when I was sure he had left and cocked an eyebrow. “Why break up the party at the arrival of the party king?” “More like the party died at the arrival of the party killer," Winter said, almost rolling her eyes into the back of her head."We both know that's not true," I said, settling my forehead to hers, in quite a very romantic display.Winter smiled, closed her eyes, and tilted her head upwards like she was about to kiss me. I was almost ecstatic.“No need for the charade, Paulo is not here,” She said, rather mockingly.I was distraught, but I’d be damned if I let it show. Somehow, my resolve to just apologize had been washed away just by the sight of her body. I wanted to take her there and then.“You seem focused on keeping up appearances in front of Paulo. What did he say to you?” I asked.Her continuous mention of Paulo is beginning to

MorganI swallowed hard looking at Anderson as he raised a glass of wine to his mouth and then dropped it back on the glass. Yes, I was staring right at him but my mind was far away. I adjusted to get a more comfortable sitting position and then I exhaled. The porch was never a favorite of mine, it has always been more of a prerequisite; This place is where I am most in tune with the banality of normal everyday life. Things like family conversations, snacking, and hanging out with friends, like I was doing with Anderson, who seems to have been talking for a while about something I have long since lost interest in. It was not a ramble, more like a rant that lost its flavor a couple of minutes ago. But Anderson is unaware of that fact, and whatever he was talking about, something about his time in Las Vegas when he was a kid or something, had long since lost my interest. But my continuous input and agreement to whatever he was saying only seemed to fuel his story more and more.“...A

Winter“Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath and stared at the screen of my phone. I dialed the number again and hoped she'd at least hear me out.She picked after the second ring and I exhaled. “Bella, just listen to me okay? This—this was not my fault.”“Of course.”“Look—I agree that this doesn’t sound good but just trust me.”There was silence for a second. “I just hate how this is turning, Winter. I don’t know what you’re thinking but it’s not helping.” “I know and I hate it so much too.”“What do you hate so much?” A familiar voice echoed from behind me.I turned immediately and my eyes adjusted to the tall man in front of me. Paulo was no longer wearing his black suit but the inners that looked just as expensive. “I’ll call you right back,” I muttered to the phone and ended the call before she could say something silly. “Eavesdropping?” I asked.“I don’t eavesdrop.”I know I’ve said too many things about Morgan Flamur but he’s nothing like his brother. Actually, his brother

WinterMy lips were parted to answer Sofia’s questions but I knew if I don’t shut my mouth, I’d be moaning out.I could feel my heart thrumming in my chest and the slippery wetness of my pants becoming more. My entire body was suddenly speaking a language I promised myself to not speak throughout this trip. His warm hands move again and the moment I realized he was actually going on with this, I gasped. How the hell would I continue this trip acting like nothing happened if he gets to finger me? I know it’s a front we’re putting but this—this is too intimate to not ruin me.The moment my phone pinged, I grabbed it, excusing myself from the table. Nobody asked a question, neither was a brow raised to the best of my observation. I walked away fast enough to get into the restroom. I’m very glad I chose to wear a bra despite having firm perky breasts because I could tell from the way my body was reacting that my nipples are very very hard.I slipped a finger into my dress and I wasn’t w

Morgan“Cut us a break,” I said in that dictatorial voice trying to dislodge them from asking any more questions.I can see Winter is already exasperated and truth is, I am too. I have been straining myself for so long and the only thing I need is a break to use the restroom and probably get off the painful throbbing pain my cock is feeling. Glad I brought the blazer here, I kept it on my thigh to cover my hard-on while I just listened to them blab but now—no more blabbing.“What’s wrong?” Winter asked looking in my eyes. Heck girl, you know what is wrong.“Remember we have a long night ahead? You need food.”“And I’m eating.”“While being asked a bunch of questions,” I reminded her. “Do you have a problem? With the questions?” Paulo asked and I looked at him, clenching my jaw.Winter wiped her hands with the silk napkin and extended an arm to my thighs and shit—I feared that she might feel my hard on and know what exactly she’s been doing to me.“It’s okay baby, I’ve got this.”No y