Novels by WriterDee

The next morning, Elena woke up at six. She wore a plain black bikini but decided to not cover up this time. She looked herself over in the mirror and smiled. She looked good. Her mind went back to Alejandra and what he had said. He was so soft spoken and sophisticated and not to mention he had a hot body. She walked down to the beach with her towel.The sun was just coming up. She spotted Alejandro who was was already there and was sitting on his surfboard in the sand, wearing the same black shorts. When he saw her walking toward him, his eyes ran slowly down her bare legs and waist and she felt her face beat up at him checking her out. Calm down Elena. "You are on time." He stood up. "I like that.""I didn't want to keep you waiting." Elena said, stopping a foot away from him."Good." He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her slightly closer. His hand felt warm on her skin. "First, we practice on the sand. Lie down on the board." She climbed onto his surfboard, and flattened

The flight into Málaga took eleven hours and by the time Elena got through customs and grabbed her bags, her neck was as stiff and a rock and her body begged for a long, warm soak in the tub. When she got her bags and she double checked to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she stepped out of the airport. The air was hot, even hotter than America but she couldn’t deny that this was truly a beautiful place and very different from where she was coming from. A taxi stoped at where she was and when the passenger door mirror wound down, a plump man in sunglasses and a tropical shirt looked back at her. “Need a ride to the hotel?” He had a unpleasantly raspy voice, like he smoked constantly. “How do you know I'm not from here?” She asked. He rolled his eyes. “Oh please. You yankees all look the same.”Yankee? Well that's rude. She wanted to ask him to leave but decided against it. After all, she didn't know anywhere in spain. She nodded her head at him and told him what hotel she wa

The left screen was split into four live camera feeds. I could hear the saxophones getting louder when one of the rooms looked familiar to me. That definitely looked like my bedroom??! What the fuck? I looked at the second screen and realized that that was my kitchen. The third was the alley behind the jewelry store where I worked.My hands started shaking. I looked down at the desk and saw a thick stack of photos right next to the keyboard. I picked them and examined them. Every single picture was of me. Buying groceries, walking to the bus stop, and even sleeping in my own bed. On the very top was the picture from yesterday morning of me in my pink skirt. There was a faint stain smeared across the print right over my face.A loud click sounded behind me and I spun around, dropping the photos on the floor. Chris stood in the doorway. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and sweatpants, and he held a tray with breakfast and coffee. The expression on his face was completely calm and this time

"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart." He murmured, and that deep baritone voice of his rumbled against my collarbone. I was still trembling as he carried me effortlessly up the stairs. I buried my face in his neck, and breathed in the scent of his skin. He smelt so good even though he was a bit sweaty. I could never get enough of his scent. He carried me straight into what looked like his bedroom and he made a beeline into his bathroom and when I say that the rich really lived differently, I meant it. It had a soaking tub and a huge walk-in glass shower that looked big enough to fit an entire bedroom. Like my bedroom back home for example. Chris put me down and when my feet touched the floor, I shivered. It was so cold. I looked at him, and expected him to turn on the water, but he just stood there while staring down at me. The look in his eyes had turned into a predatory look that made my knees feel weak. If I knew it wasn't Chris in front of me, I might have been scared but the l

I think I must have underestimated how rich Chris was. I couldn't even hide my amazement as we made our way to what looked like a mansion. What the hell?!“You live here?” I gasped while placing my palm on my mouth. I should probably be more demure but I just couldn't help it. It wasn't everyday that I saw mansions that weren't on television or in magazines.He chuckled. “You like it?”I let out a breathless laugh. “It's really beautiful, I must admit.”We pulled up at the driveway, and he helped me out of the car like the gentleman that he was. By the time we ran up the steps and entered his house, I was soaked from head to toe and worse, the rain showed absolutely no signs of letting up.His house was even larger on the inside. I stood near the door while water dripped from my dress and I felt very conscious of the mess I was making. Chris turned to me, completely unfazed by the water dripping from his own hair. “I have a change of clothes upstairs if you're comfortable, and maybe y

“I didn't do blind dates.”"Amy, dear." Mrs. Sterling leaned over the glass display counter and looked up at me with a pleading look. She ran her hands over the pure diamond bracelet she had in her hands. People would literally kill for that. She was one of our richest regular customers and so that made her a VVIP over here, and I was doing my absolute best to be polite to her, even though I wanted nothing more than to get home and have a nice soak in my bath. Try attending to people who thought because they had money, they expected commoners like me to be at their beck and call. "You are entirely too beautiful to be spending your Friday nights all alone. My nephew Chris just moved back to the city, and he is a spectacular young man. I truly think you two would be perfect. Let me set you up on a blind date with him tonight."I froze while still holding the jewelry boxl in my hand. The last thing I wanted to do after feeling like I was being hunted about two weeks ago was go out with

“What does your mother want?” I asked.My impression of his mother was decent at least. I mean she was surprised, even distraught at him announcing that he was suddenly married and hadn't told or invited anyone. She wanted him to get married to Victoria and I was the strange woman he brought to them.“Look, my mother is…” He sighed. “That version of her you saw then, that's not really her. That's her on her best behavior. She's a lot and very spontaneous.” He said. “We're meeting her at her country club.”[AT THE COUNTRY CLUB]I felt completely out of place the moment we pulled up to the imposing white colonial building.The staff member opened the door for us like we were royalty."Mr. Washington, Mrs. Washington," A man greeted us. "Your mother is waiting in the Garden Terrace.”His mother was seated at table filled with drinks and beside her was that woman from the dinner. Madison I think. His sister. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine in a white sundres

I stood at the bathroom sink and stared at my reflection.What the hell was wrong with me?Getting jealous over a man I barely knew. A man I was only married to because of a contract..Elijah's reflection appeared in the mirror behind mine. He stepped inside and locked the door with a soft click."What are you doing?" My voice came out shakier than I wanted."You ran off." He moved closer, and I watched him approach in the mirror. "Why?""I told you. I-i-i needed the restroom." I hated that I stuttered. It made me feel weak. "Liar."I turned around to face him and my back hit the sink. "Can you stop calling me that?""Then stop lying." He moved closer to me. I could smell his cologne and see the flecks of gold in his eyes. I instantly got deja vu from last night. "You were jealous.""I wasn't—"He placed one hand on the counter beside me and I was trapped. "You were jealous, Breanna just admit it.""Fine." I said. "Yes, I was jealous.. happy now?"He held my gaze and I swallowed nerv

"Where are we going?" I asked as Elijah pulled out of the hospital parking lot. "Lunch." He responded. "Lunch?" "You haven't eaten all day." He glanced at me. "And you look like you need a distraction." He wasn't entirely wrong. My mind was still on what dad had said. I still didn't know how to figure this out but what I definitely knew was that I wasn't losing my mother's bakery. "I'm not really hungry." Even though I was lying. "You will be." Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to what looked like an ordinary building that looked like it was hidden on the quiet street. Was this even a restaurant. There was no sign of indication that there was a restaurant anywhere. "This is a restaurant?" I asked skeptically. "The best one in the city." Elijah got out and came around to open my door. "You just have to know where to find it." A man in a black suit opened the door before we even reached it. "Mr. Washington and his lady" he bowed slightly. "Welcome back, you

Elijah's hand rested on the small of my back as we walked through the corridors. Even that small touch made my stomach flutter. We reached the receptionist desk and was immediately escorted to Dad's private room.He looked so much smaller in that hospital bed than I remembered. Now he looked fragile, with tubes and monitors attached to him. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and that familiar warm smile spread across his face."Bree-bug," he said, using the nickname he'd called me since I was five. "You came.""Of course I did." I crossed to his bed and hugged him carefully, mindful of the IV. "How are you feeling?”"Much better. This room is fantastic but the food here is horrible though." He looked past me to Elijah. "Dad, this is—" I gestured to Elijah. "Logan!" My father gave him a big smile. "Good to see you, son. Though you look a bit different.. did you get taller?"Oh god."Dad, this isn't Logan." This was embarrassing. "I know I've been out of it but I'd recognize my son-in

At exactly one o'clock, I came downstairs to find Elijah waiting. He had changed into dark jeans and a black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked good. Too good."Ready?" he asked. It seemed he wanted to say something but he stopped himself which I felt relieved by. Whatever he wanted to say, I didn't want to hear it. I nodded as we made our way out the house and into his luxury car. Elijah hadn't said a word since we left the penthouse, his hands gripped the steering wheel like it had personally offended him.Taking advantage of the silence, I pulled out my phone and checked the texts from the hospital. The surgery had been successful and dad was doing really well and recovering faster than expected.I glanced at Elijah who looked tense. His shoulders were quite rigid like he was holding in his breath. There was something definitely bothering him, but I didn't know him well enough to ask what.‎ We pulled into the hospital parking lot, but before I could even unb

"Wait."He pulled back so abruptly, breathing hard. His eyes were filled with lust and a flash of panic crossed his face. "Wait," he repeated, pulling himself away from me. I lay there in confusion but I could still feel his touch on my body. My heart was racing and my skin was on fire. "I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his hair, refusing to look at me. "We shouldn't be doing this."At that moment I felt so embarrassed. I wished there was a hole I could crawl into. He pulled me up gently from the bed and before I could say anything he kissed my forehead softly. "See you tomorrow," he said quietly. "Have a good night." Then he walked out and closed the door behind him without even looking back.I stared at the closed door. My emotions were literally all over the place. I looked all over the room trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened. I fell back onto the massive bed and stared at that ridiculously high ceiling.This man was going to drive me insane.★★★★★I woke up