Novels by Solange

Gemma“When was the last time you did something simply because you wanted to?” Gigi asked.“What do you mean?”“For yourself, Gemma. Not because someone needed you to. Not because it was expected of you. Just because it made you happy.”I frowned as I tried to think of an answer. Surprisingly, I didn’t have to think for long.“I would cook.”The answer came so naturally that it caught both of us by surprise.“There she is,” Gigi smiled softly. “I’ve been waiting for her to show up.”Gigi stayed with me for the rest of the day. She talked when I did not feel like talking, ordered dessert I did not ask for, and somehow managed to make my penthouse feel a little less empty.She never once asked me to explain how I was feeling or pressured me to pretend I was okay. She simply sat beside me and kept me company, and her presence alone was enough.The next morning, I found myself driving aimlessly through the city until I parked in front of a grocery store.Maybe I was hungry.Or maybe, for

Gemma“I’m sorry, Miss Gemma.”Those were the first words Jonathan Reed, my manager, said after asking me to sit down.“The board has decided to place you on indefinite suspension until this matter is fully resolved.”“Was I ever going to be allowed to explain myself?” I asked quietly.My question seemed to catch him off guard. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, suddenly finding the documents in front of him more interesting than looking me in the eye.“Miss Gemma, if this were my decision, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he said apologetically. “I’m afraid the board has already made its decision.”“We value everything you’ve done for this company,” he continued. “Unfortunately, some of our clients have expressed concerns about the negative publicity surrounding your name.”Negative publicity.Such a fancy corporate term for, “We believe the internet more than we believe you.”I smiled politely and thanked them for letting me know.I understood. It didn’t make it hurt a

Gemma“Damn it.”My hands trembled slightly as I continued scrolling through the endless headlines plastered across social media.«Corporate Executive Exposes Ex-Wife’s Promiscuous Lifestyle.»«Jealous Ex-Wife Sleeps Her Way to the Top After Ruining Former Husband’s Career.»«Richard Black Finally Speaks Out About His Painful Divorce.»The comments were even worse.“She belongs to the streets.”“Poor Richard. Imagine sacrificing everything for a woman like this.”“Gold digger.”“No wonder her husband cheated.”My chest tightened painfully as I continued reading.What the hell?!Everything about these articles felt like Richard’s handwriting.He had always known exactly how to twist the truth. He painted himself as the innocent victim and me as the bitter ex-wife sleeping around with powerful businessmen after our divorce to destroy his career.The worst part?People believed him.Of course they did.The comments weren’t what worried me the most. People on the internet found someone ne

GemmaSomething instantly shifted in Julian's expression. His eyes darkened, making my heartbeat quicken. He slipped one arm beneath my knees and lifted me into his arms. A surprised laugh escaped me as he carried me toward his bedroom, stealing slow kisses between every step.Every touch felt intentional. He laid me gently against the bed without breaking the kiss. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers traced my skin.He slowly pulled my panties down, planting soft kisses all over my body. My body had already betrayed me, every lingering kiss and lingering touch leaving me aching for him.“Julian…” I breathed out in pleasure. I was already dripping wet for him, his fingers gently teasing my sensitive core until another soft moan escaped my lips.“Nnngghh!”I reached for him in return, slipping my hand beneath the waistband of his trousers. The moment my fingers wrapped around his hardened cock, his breathing hitched. I stroked him slowly, savoring the way his body responded t

GemmaI wasn’t sure what woke me first from my afternoon nap—the sound of thunder rolling across the island or the cold breeze brushing against my skin through the slightly open window.For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the rain.There was something oddly comforting about being trapped inside a luxury cabin on a private island while a storm raged outside. Perhaps because my entire life had felt like a storm lately.I sat up slowly and watched as the wind pushed against the slightly open window of my bedroom.The island looked almost magical in the middle of the storm. The tall palm trees swayed wildly beneath the heavy rain while the ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore.The cool wind carried the salty scent of the sea through the cabin, and the sound of the rain drumming against the roof blended with the distant roar of the waves. Another loud crack of thunder echoed through the cabin, pulling me back to reality."Okay, that's my cue."I quickly shut the window an

GemmaI woke up to the smell of pancakes.The rich buttery aroma drifted through the cabin, wrapped in hints of vanilla and maple that curled lazily through the cold morning air.The scent hit me again.Pancakes. Fresh coffee. Bacon.My stomach betrayed me with a growl.I ran my fingers through my messy hair and stepped out of the room in the oversized shirt I had slept in, following the delicious scent down the hallway.I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.Julian stood in front of the stove wearing only a pair of dark gray shorts, shirtless, with a black apron tied low around his waist.The sight felt almost unreal, like some Greek god had wandered into a kitchen and decided to play house. Apollo himself probably looked less sinful.“You keep staring at me like that, and I’m going to assume you’re more interested in me than the pancakes.”I blinked. How did he know I was there?He hadn’t even turned around yet.He finally glanced over his shoulder and winked, a s