She put a hand to her throat where her pulse was fluttering madly.What did he want from her? Her only offence had been to call out to him. What if he was a murderer?The breath caught in her throat at the thought. Sweet God, she was pregnant, she had two kids and they'd be orphans if she died. Her mouth dried. She looked around for any object with which to defend herself, but she saw, to her dismay, nothing within reach. Why did it have to be in a quiet corner where no one would hear her die? She prepared to scream when his hand closed over her shoulder a second before his mouth descended to claim hers. Taissa thought she heard him mutter her name at that second but she didn't give much mind to it as her mind was on another alarming thought. He was kissing her! She wasn't being murdered, she was being plundered. Crazily, she didn't fight him. It almost felt familiar, the kiss that is. But she hadn't kissed anyone in ages, well, save for Channing Chevrolet. There was nothing she cou
Channing watched as she moved away from him. What had he done wrong? He closed his eyes and the memory of her moaning like an animal in heat came to him. He was powerfully aroused.She was so sweet he could still taste her mouth on his. The hot swollen ache that bulged between his legs threatened to unbalance him. But the inexplicable tenderness he felt for her was way more dangerous than his desire.'Please, let me go,' she said sidling along the wall, looking so scared and uncertain he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss away her fears. Her tears shimmered pain lingering in her eyes. He glimpsed regret and sorrow in those shining eyes.'Taissa,' he reached out to her, 'you don't have to be scared of me.'She stabbed him with her hot eyes. 'I have every reason to be, Channing Chevrolet. You're way too dangerous for me. I don't know you and—' I'm carrying your baby. But she couldn't say that. He'd laugh at her and tell her to look well for the father of her baby, hell, at worst h
Channing Chevrolet was outside an event centre on the other side of the city. He had been seated in his car outside for a bit over an hour now. A friend of Racquelle's who also happened to be a family friend was having her ninth birthday party and Racquelle had insisted he bring her to the venue himself.Today, he was in a silver-red Lexus, contrary to the black Tesla he had taken to work this morning. He had been going for the don't-notice-me look, but he might have missed as people kept staring at the car as they pulled up for the party. Thankfully, the windows were smoked, so they couldn't possibly see him inside.A thought struck him that he should get a chaffeur, being a busy businessman and all. Leighton usually took the wheels or he put the car on autopilot.On arriving at the party, he had tried to kill time by video calling Chauncey. But the call had ended in a heated row when it was obvious his elder brother was having the time of his life and felt no remorse whatsoever fo
A dreadful feeling lay heavy in the pit of his stomach, it had lain there all day. His father, Chauncey Chevrolet the Third was arriving today. And now that he was on his way to the airport to pick him up, the feeling slowly mushroomed.He managed a sad smile as he merged into the interstate. One wouldn't believe Ice King Channing Chevrolet could let himself be rattled by anything, but then his father solely had that power over him, had always. He let out a shaky breath and concentrated on the road he was driving on."What, uncle? Aren't you excited about meeting Grandpa?" Racquelle asked from the passenger seat, where she was busy on her tablet.Channing scoffed. Excited? That was the last word to describe how he felt. He was going to do this alone, Racquelle didn't count, she loved Dad to a fault even though she had met him in person pretty much just twice or thrice and only gets to video call him once or twice a year. He silently swore at his selfish brother. The recreant had dumpe
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Hiya. I don't have that much to say, just that I'm excited to finally publish this story. I started writing it in 2018, haq. I can be a lazy slowpoke sometimes. Haha, it's most times. But now, I plan to finish it. I have the story planned out and it'll be just about a hundred chapters. I hope you enjoy reading the book. And if you really liked what you read, don't forget to vote gems and comment what you think. Leave reviews, share with your friends, etcetera. While waiting for updates, you can check out my other books as well. 1. BABY'S DADDY (Pregnancy-Romance) 2. THE RANCHER'S HEART (Romance)3. ALACRIMIA (General Fiction/Adventure) 4. THE THIRD SIDE OF THE COIN (Horror) Thanks.
De Grande nightclub was one of the elite's nocturnal hangout. It had hosted several of the city's big names and many more touring from other parts of the country. But it also boasted of having members from other respectable economic and social classes. It was fair for all.It was at it's dark rosewood-top bar that a youngredheaded lady was sitting, nursing her third glass of tequila in her slender fingers. She knew she was going to get drunk but, unfortunately, she had reached and passed the point of caring. The strong need to unwind after the stress from work kept her going on.At a VIP booth far opposite the bar a guy stared intently at the lady. He'd noticed she came to the nightclub most nights, never with a partner and her ring finger was empty so he assumed she was single. Something about her intrigued him the way a girl had never before, she always looked so vulnerable and beautiful in a classic sense that called to
She didn't resist when he walked her farther away from the building, his arms around her waist. Instead she missed the feel of his mouth on hers.Channing guided her around the building with his heart pounding, his blood rushing. Every cell of his body was screaming for him to grab her. To take her. To have her. Right there. He turned the corner into the alley and finally alone, dug his fingers into her hair and ground his mouth on hers, again, desperately, taking what he wanted, what he needed.With a growl that sent his pulse spiking, she grabbed the lapels of his coat and yanked her drunken self higher, meeting his mouth with a desperation of her own. 'Damn,' she muttered between kisses.He didn't answer, he only devoured her mouth. His palms traced down the back of her dress, hesitating only for a moment before sliding up under it. He groaned and flexed his fingers in anticipation and then filled hi