Novels by Shirley South

Mia's POV"YES!"The scream that left Miles' mouth could probably be heard from three different countries. I was still crying and laughing at the same time when Nikolas slipped the ring onto my finger.I was engaged to Nikolas.The applause grew louder. Mum was crying, cole looked emotional and even Eric was smiling. Nikolas stood and immediately pulled me into his arms. I laughed into his shoulder."You're insane.""I love you too."I laughed harder and that's when the men surprised me. Cole walked toward Eric and for a brief second, everyone seemed to hold their breath because if there were two men who had every reason to feel awkward standing beside each other... It was them. But then Cole extended his hand and Eric shook it.As men who loved the same daughter.Eric then walked toward Nikolas, he patted him on the shoulder."Congratulations."Nikolas smiled nervously. "Thank you, sir."Eric looked at him. "Take care of her.""I will.""You better."Everyone laughed. Then Eric looke

Mia's POVBeing in Eric's house didn't feel like home to me, no matter how much I tried convincing myself that this was where I belonged now that I knew the truth, it just wasn't. Home wasn't determined by blood. It was where I'd laughed, where I'd cried, where I'd grown up, where Bella had tucked me into bed when I was sick, where Cole had taught me how to ride a bicycle, where Miles had spent years making my life miserable. And somehow... I missed all of it.By the time morning arrived, my decision had already been made.I was going home.After getting dressed, packing the few things I'd brought with me, which were my party dress and shoes, and fixing my hair, I headed downstairs. Eric had already left for work most mornings, so I decided to wait for him outside. His official car was parked near the front entrance so I stood beside it quietly.A few minutes later, the front door opened and Dave stepped out. The moment he saw me standing there with my bag, his face immediately fell.

Bella's POVI lay quietly against Cole's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as we've just finished having s*x.The room was dimly lit.Cole had his arm around my waist while absent-mindedly planting kisses along my cheek and neck.I laughed softly. "Cole, baby.""Mmm?"Another kiss."Baby... C—Cole.""What?"I smiled. "I have something to tell you.""Mmm?"He was clearly distracted, giving me kiss after kiss and after kiss."Okay, Cole. Stop, that's clearly enough, now. I want to say something.""What, baby?""Nikolas wants to propose to Mia."Everything stopped literally. The kisses, the hand on my waist, even his breathing.I looked up, and his eyes were wide."What?"I burst out laughing."What?""What?!"He sat up immediately. "What do you mean propose?"I laughed harder. "Exactly what I said.""Our daughter?""Yes.""Mia?""Yes.""Our little girl?"I couldn't help smiling."Yes, darling."He stared at me in horror. "No."I laughed. "She's an adult, Cole. Someo

Bella's POVThe only thing I could do was stare at Nikolas as he spoke about marriage to my little girl. Even for a second there, I thought I had misheard him, but no. The young man sitting in front of me looked serious, nervous, and hopeful.I blinked."Nikolas…"He immediately sat straighter. "Yes ma?""And how long have you and Mia even been together?"His cheeks reddened slightly. "Not very long."I raised an eyebrow. "And you're already talking about spending the rest of your life with her?"He smiled softly. "I know how crazy that sounds.""It does." He laughed. "It does."Then his smile disappeared, and was replaced by something serious."But if there's one thing I've never been uncertain about in my entire life, Bella…" he said as he looked directly at me. "It's Mia."I didn't speak."I don't see anyone else," he said softly. "I don't want anyone else."He smiled softly."And honestly… I don't think I can imagine a future where she's not there."My heart softened.God, this bo

Bella's POVI stood in front of the mirror in Eric's office private bathroom, silently fastening the last button of my blouse. Neither of us had spoken for several minutes, and it wasn't because there wasn't anything to say. It was actually quite the opposite.There were too many emotions and somewhere in the middle of all that... guilt. I avoided my own reflection, avoided looking at the woman staring back at me because I knew exactly what she had done, and I knew exactly whose face would come to mind if I looked at myself for too long.Behind me, Eric adjusted his tie and watched me through the mirror. Unlike me, he didn't seem interested in pretending that what had happened hadn't happened, as there was a softness in his eyes."Bella," he called softly.I blinked. "Hm?"He walked closer."If Mia keeps avoiding your calls or doesn't want to speak to you..." He hesitated. "You can always come over."I looked up. "What?"He smiled. "You don't need permission to see your daughter."Emo

Bella's POVWe both failed to realize how time was going by fast, as we kept kissing the entire time, but then I broke the kiss first. Neither of us seemed to know what to do next, so I walked a few feet away from him and turned my back to catch my breath.Then, after a few seconds of breathing, I turned to him and stepped very close to him.“We shouldn't have done what we just did. But it's done now, and I'd like for us to never speak of this to anyone... at all.”Eric nodded. He might have been holding his breath. “Would you … would you like for us to go out for drinks sometime? I know this is stupid of me to ask, but we really need to take advantage of this opportunity that we have.”He put his index finger to my lips. It felt so intimate, but it was only a finger."I don't think we should capitalize on this," I muttered.He looked at me intensely, and I shivered.“So we're just going to keep pretending?” he smirked.I stayed silent."Okay then," he shrugged. "But before we go back

We pulled away from the kiss just to catch our breath for a few seconds."You've often told me about the awesome blowjobs you gave your boyfriends. And if I remember right, you've only bragged to me about them, but never offered to give me one," he muttered. "That pisses me off a lot.""I always knew you were jealous of the guys I dated." I bit my lips.He stood and dropped his pants, then sat back with his legs spread open a bit as he rubbed his hard wood. "Prove to me how good you are."I got on my knees in front of him. Then I ran my hand up his leg, feeling him shudder as his cock stiffened even more. My hand gripped him tightly. His wood was bigger than any cock I've held, and believe me, I've held a lot of cocks.I began stroking him, pumping him. Derek closed his eyes as my warm hands gripped his cock. Soon, I coated it with my saliva. My tongue ran over the shaft, leaving not one spot dry. I covered the tip and sucked gently, taking in more, and kept a vacuum-like hold on him,

The weight of my body pressed against him was so hot. His breath brushed my skin, and the softness of his touch sent chills running down my spine. My heart was begging for distance, but my body had already made its choice.His hand rested on my face as he tilted my chin upwards. His eyes were locked on my mouth while he traced the corner of my lips with his thumb. Our breaths tangled in the narrow space between us. Our faces drifted closer until our lips hovered just a breath apart.But then he stopped, and that pause burned more than any kiss ever could.The air in my living room felt very heavy, and for a second, I thought I could hear my own heartbeat echo off the walls. Derek’s hand was still at my waist, his breath warm at the base of my neck, but his eyes had changed. He wasn't looking at me with hunger anymore. He was looking at me with uncertainty. And I understood why.He stepped back first, breaking us apart.“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. "I'm sorry."“You d

Later that day, after I returned home from work. I sat on my couch for what felt like hours, thinking about whether I should give in to the dangerous pull towards Derek. I was caught up between sense and temptation.This was all new to me. Something about the way he is now just makes me want to have him, and not in the same way we were years ago. I reached out, grabbing my phone from the coffee table beside me. I unlocked it and went straight to my mail. My fingers hovered over his contact number as I hesitated to copy it.I thought to myself how silly it was. How totally ridiculous it was to feed more attention to what's happening. And yet... the thought of him still being drawn to me, the thought of me still having that kind of hold over him felt dangerously and deliciously intoxicating.Later that night, after pacing around for what felt like forever, I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled softly. Then I whispered to myself."Fuck it, I'm calling him."I tapped on his

"You remember me?" I asked in a soft voice, unsure if I actually heard him say my name.He scoffed. "There's not a machine in this world that will be able to wipe you out of my head," he smiled, pressing me even harder against him that it felt like our bodies were merging as one. "You're unforgettable, Elsa."I immediately threw my arms around him, hugging him back. After a while, we pulled apart slowly, reluctant to let each other go, but we had to. I couldn't risk letting anyone see me with a bride's husband in that manner.I smoothed down my dress. "Okay, so if you actually remembered me, why then did you not say anything back there? You just walked past me like I was a statue," I asked, playfully frowning at him."I apologize for making you feel that way, Elsa. It was not my intention," he pleaded. "I really didn't think I'd meet you here at all. It was so unexpected that when I saw you, I didn't know what to do. I needed time to process everything so I could react properly withou

My stepmother loved watching me have sex. Whenever I had my boyfriend around, she would stand outside, peeking through the slightly opened door, watching me and my then partner make love.I always thought it was some kind of fantasy of hers to watch her stepdaughter. But it was something else.Years ago, after the death of my father, I was basically turned into Cinderella. The classic 'daughter turned into a slave in her own father's house'. My stepmother was jealous of me. She hated how beautiful I was and the attention I got from guys back then... it was humiliating.After a while, I got fed up with it, and because my father was dead and I was nineteen, I had no one to stand up for me. No one but Derek.Back then, he was a guy who lived next door. Your typical silent, mysterious, but sweet guy that every girl in the area drooled over. I just didn't see what they were thirsting for about him, but whatever it was sure made a lot of girls go crazy.One evening, he approached me, and th