Novel-novel oleh PlotswithSugar

Maverick The door to Charlie’s apartment wasn’t locked, which was already a bad sign.I pushed it open, only to be greeted by the sight of a half-naked woman in one of Charlie’s shirts scurrying across the living room. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess, and her heels and purse were against her chest as she hurried toward the exit.When she realized I was standing there, she froze for a second as her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Then she scurried past me and disappeared out the front door.I sighed. “Typical.”The whole place smelled like whiskey, perfume, and Charlie’s irresponsibility.There was a trail of clothes leading down the hallway, and I followed it until I reached Charlie’s room.He was in bed, shirtless with the sheets halfway down his body. His arm was resting over his face like a man who had no worries and problems.I cleared my throat, loud enough to wake even the dead.Charlie groaned and rubbed his eyes. “What?”“You’re unbelievable.” I folded my arms. “How

Marie The drive back to Maverick’s mansion was quiet. In fact, I was getting used to the regular silent drives with him.I sat there staring out the window, and watching as the tall buildings blur into one another. My thoughts were loud. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had just happened. From the reporters, the flashes and the fact that I couldn’t even go home because my life had somehow turned into a circus overnight.And beside me was the man who started it all. I shut my eyes briefly because I couldn’t even look at him without feeling like I wanted to strangle and kiss him at the same time.When we finally pulled into the long driveway of his estate mansion, my stomach tightened. The moment I stepped out, I was hit again by how massive the place was. I was stunned by how elegant and perfect it was, and also cold because it didn’t feel like a home.Maverick pushed the front door open and gestured for me to walk in first.“Make yourself at home,” he said. “Pick any ro

Marie Maverick’s words from earlier kept echoing in my mind. The way his voice had softened when he spoke about his father’s death had surprised me. For a moment back there, he wasn’t the billionaire CEO that everyone feared and he wasn’t the man who’d blackmailed me into a fake relationship. No, he was just a man who’d lost someone he loved, and that made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.The silence between us wasn’t so heavy anymore. It was soft, uneasy, and full of unspoken thoughts. But I didn’t look at him. Instead, I kept my eyes glued to the window and pretended to watch the city rush by. I wanted to stop thinking about him, but it was hard.That was when I saw it. A crowd in front of my apartment building. My heart skipped as I sat up straight to see what exactly was going on. People were standing with cameras and phones and some even had microphones and speakers. My heart stopped as I frowned and leaned forward. “What the heck is going on?”Maverick parked the car a

MaverickI almost chuckled when I caught her.Marie stood in front of the open refrigerator, frozen with her hand hovering over a chocolate bar like a guilty kid. The look on her face was absolutely priceless.When I walked into the house earlier, it was so quiet that I thought Charlie had dropped her somewhere else. Then I heard a faint scuffle coming from the kitchen, followed the sound and found her here. Her oversized shirt nearly swallowed her, hanging just after her hips, and her jeans that were ripped off at certain points. My eyes drifted up to her oversized shirt again, and a thought hit me at that moment.Who gave her that shirt?It definitely wasn’t mine, and that simple fact shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did.She spun around, startled, and slammed the refrigerator door shut. “I’m not hungry,” she said quickly, after clearing her throat.I raised an eyebrow. “Liar.”Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”There it was again, the spark that made her so infuriating an

MarieThe sound of my phone ringing and someone pounding at my door at the same time dragged me out of sleep.My head was still heavy from last night’s charity gala. The champagne, the flashing lights, the endless small talk and introductions. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming until I heard the sharp and impatient knock again.“Hold on,” I mumbled as I dragged myself out of bed.My eyes stung with exhaustion as I walked to the door. When I opened it, my sluggish brain took a long moment to process what I was seeing.“Charlie?” I blinked.“Good morning, sunshine.” He walked right past me like he owned my apartment. “Pack a small bag, we’re leaving.”I frowned. “Leaving? What are you talking about?”“Five minutes, Marie.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “Brush your teeth, wash your face, and let’s go.”I still stood there, blinking at him. “Five minutes? You barge into my apartment the morning after a gala, order me to leave, and you won’t even tell me where we’re going?”“Marie.” He

Maverick When the elevator door slid open with a ding, I stepped straight into the quiet luxury of my penthouse. As usual, I was greeted with silence. It was the type that only reminded me of how empty everything was once the noise faded away.My penthouse was sleek and minimalist with beige colored walls, dark marble floors and expensive art paintings that I didn't even remember buying. A friend of mine, Ethan Carter, owned the building. He was a big name in real estate and had insisted I take the top floor.“Privacy, a magnificent view, and no neighbors,” he’d said, and he wasn’t wrong.I dropped my keys on the marble counter and shrugged off my jacket as I walked towards my bedroom. Then I loosened my tie, still thinking about her.Marie.That damn silver dress, the way it caught the light when she moved. She looked like a walking challenge tonight, and even now, I could still smell her perfume faintly on my jacket, something stubborn and sweet –just like her.I unbuttoned my shir