The second his lips gives mine a break, Asher goes for my ears, licking and nipping his way down my throat to my boobs. I arch my back, offering myself to him. He latch onto my nipple with his mouth and start sucking with deep, sensual pulls as his other hand moves to caress and knead the other, getting it ready for the same treatment. I let my head drop back and tangled my fingers through his hair, gripping tight. My heart feels like it is beating in my throat, my pulse all over the place. There is one thing I am sure of: I would never forget Asher and his touch in this lifetime. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth deeper and harder than I am expecting him to, I have to steady myself with one hand curling around the hard muscle of his shoulder as I try my very best to catch my breath. Never in my life have I come from just that, but I am surprisingly close. “Asher,” I murmur on an exhalation as he hum and sucked my nipples, sending electricity all over my body. I am not sur
Asher lustfully licks at my skin. When he quickens his pace just a fraction, I suck in a breath of air. “Shit.” “You’ll come again.” “Always giving orders,” I murmur, all my focus on the spot where we become one. “It wasn’t an order, Millie, just pointing out the obvious.” He buries his face in my neck and pinches my nipple, his thrusts uncompromising. I release something between a gasp and a groan. God, the strength of him holding me, it is just as powerful as his Thrusts. I loosen my hold on his wrist and splay my hand on top of his, silently telling him I want more pressure. “I’ll bruise you,” he whispers. “I want you to,” I whisper back, turning my head and pressing my forehead against his hot throat. “Why?” “I want everything from you, Asher, everything and more. I want you to leave a mark on me.” It is nothing more than a breathy statement that has a double meaning as I realize I am seconds away from another orgasm. “Open your mouth,” he orders, moving his head bac
If anyone ever approaches you with a ‘proposal’ and offers you a sum of money to marry them, handsome or not, especially if you know nothing about them, just turn and run. Why? Because that is the situation I found myself in now and I’m afraid of being a runaway bride. For one, I have already accepted the first monthly payment with a goofy grin on my face, like the greedy idiot I am. And I have also signed a contract, which I didn’t read so yeah. I’m fucked.An icy chill runs through my body because I am terrified of what was waiting for me behind the doors, which leads to a lush green garden. Maybe it’s better to say who is waiting for me. A man I hardly know. We met only three times, and it was to go over our ‘wedding’ plans.‘’Ready?’’ a voice asked.I look at the wedding planner, wanting to shake my head, but there is no backing out now. Besides, I fear what these overly rich-people will do to me.When the door finally opens, all the attendants there stand up at attention when th
A WEEK EARLIER...______________________________________________________________________________________________________________I stare up at the office building that is situated in the middle of the busy intersection of York Street, which already has a mid-day crowd bustling about.Even though it is the first day of spring, the air is still chilly, so I wear my best outfit. Which is an ugly brown pea coat with dress pants, and I know it won’t be much to impress anyone. Neither will the falsified documents in the one strap big I have across my shoulder.When I finally make it inside and over to the front desk, the young lady there who is popping gum and staring at her phone screen stares up at me as if to ask why am I even bothering to come here.‘’I’m here for an interview,’’ I tell her.She pops her gum and chews it loudly before passing me a lanyard with a visitor’s tag at the end.‘’Your interview is on the last floor,’’ she tells me in a bored tone.I follow her instructions up
Sure enough, just as I slip my shoes on, the doorbell rings with a big balding man standing there.‘’I’m here to take you to dinner,’’ he says. His voice matching his appearance.When I get to the fancy, upscale restaurant, Asher isn’t that hard to miss as he sits by himself at a table by himself, typing away on his phone and oblivious to the stares of the surrounding women.As I walk over to him, he stands and the first thing I notice is the small black box on the table. He follows my eyes, then gestures for me to take a seat. When I do, a waitress comes over with a brilliant smile on her face.‘’Are you ready to order?’’ she asks.Asher motions for me to go first, but with me never been to a restaurant like this before. I say, ‘’why don’t you order for me?’’A look I can’t place my finger on flashes across his face, but he still orders for the two of us.‘’So, why am I here?’’‘’Straight to the point, then,'' he says.Asher opens the box and gazes down at the ring inside.“Think of
Present day… _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘’Asher, I think if we are going to do this you should just be truthful with me. There is no way you can tell me that there is nothing you want out of this.’’ He takes a deep breath. ‘’In order to gain full control of my father’s company, I have to be married. It is just a stupid requirement of his, and he only gave me a year's time to be in the marriage.’’ ‘’What? Why didn’t you just tell me the truth in the first place?’’ ‘’It was placed in the contract. I never wanted to say it out loud because my father’s terms are quite ridiculous. But he claims that it's to prove to him that I can be a ‘family man.’’ ‘’It was?’’ ‘’You didn’t read the contract, did you?’’ Asher asks. I begin to babble, and he gives a curt nod. ‘’Could have sold your soul then and wouldn’t know.’’ ‘’How does one sell their soul?’’ I ask. Asher shakes his head. ‘’The point is, you should have
Bright and early the next morning, I get ready for work so I can drown myself in the company’s affairs and get away from what I had done. The fact that I am now a married man kept me awake the entire night, which means the only way to survive this day is to chug two gallons of coffee and have the air conditioning on blast. While still tying my tie, I walk past the room she is in and pause after hearing mumbles coming from inside. I know no one else is in there with her because we are the only two living in this house now. She must be talking to herself. Which is something I notice she does a lot. The only thing I’m curious about is why she is up so early because she doesn’t work. I shake my head and walk away, because why do I even care that much? When I get to work, it is five-thirty, which is much earlier than my normal time. No one else is here as yet except for the doorman who opens the door for me and a cleaning lady who has chunky headphones over her ears. She dances as sh
‘’And what?’’ I ask. She gives me a look. ‘’I can go to prison. You might as well, but a pretty boy like you won’t last long.’’ ‘’Excuse me?’’ “I don’t know, but you have money and can get out of this if Vincent should ever find out about this.’’ “Stop talking,’’ I know that my tone is harsh, but it made her shut up pretty quickly. ‘’Why do you think Vincent will find out about this?’’ ‘’I don’t know, but even so, I think I will only be trouble for you.’’ “You’ll make trouble for me.’’ I laugh. ‘’What kind of trouble are we talking about?’’ When she couldn’t provide an answer, I just laugh. ‘’Mary, you have nothing to worry about.’’ She gives me a look. ‘’What did you just call me?’’ ‘’Mary, that’s your name.’’ ‘’Millie, my name is Millie.’’ She sits down on the sofa and holds her head. ‘’I know that this won’t work.’’ I pinch the bridge of my nose, and these are the type of people you don't commit illegal activities with. ''Millie, I don't think you understand the laws o