LOGINThe night after the engagement ceremony, I couldn’t stop thinking about Xander. What was that angry look I saw on his face and why did he leave immediately I proposed to Claire. Nothing added up, sighing I took a gulp of my alcohol, but no matter how many gulps I took, Xander still lingered at the back of my mind, causing my pulse to quicken.And so, now here I was again, sitting at the bar of the club, staring at the stage where Xander had danced the first night I came here. It seemed impossible that only a few hours had passed since I’d been standing beside Claire, acting like the perfect fiancé, while my mind was still stuck on the man who I still couldn't get out of my head.Abruptly I stood up, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. I couldn’t do this anymore, I had to see Xander again, I didn't know why, but I just had to see him. Maybe then, I'd be able to finally get him off my head.I walked over to the manager, "Get me Xander, I want him in the VIP."The manager raised
Today was my engagement day. I should feel happy, but I didn't. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My tousled black hair was gelled lightly to perfection, my shirt clung tightly to my skin, and my tie felt like a rope around my neck. My mom wanted everything perfect, she said this day would bring pride to the family. I didn’t feel proud, I felt trapped.The stylist stood behind me, fixing my collar. "You look great, sir," she said with a small smile.I nodded, even though I didn't really care. I kept thinking of the club and Xander. I knew we would never meet again, but still my body craved for him and I guessed that scared me more than I could possibly imagine.Grudgingly, I stepped out of the room. The house smelt of flowers and the garden was already set. There were gold ribbons everywhere, and fairy lights hung from the trees. Waiters walked past, carrying trays of champagne and sweets.My mom spotted me from across the room. "Elias! Finally!" she said, walking towards me, a
I couldn't believe what had just happened.Priss had somehow gotten under my skin. His eyes, the way he moved... I tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn’t go away. It didn’t make sense. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about a man. It was... wrong, right?I ran my hand through my perfectly tousled black hair, trying to clear my head. I couldn’t sit there, staring at the stage, I couldn’t be thinking about him. I called the manager over, I needed to distract myself."Get me a girl," I told him, trying to sound like my usual self, but my voice came out weak. "A pretty ass and bring her to the VIP."He nodded and walked off, leaving me sitting there, frustrated with my own thoughts.A few minutes later, a girl walked into the VIP section. She was a short girl with electric-blue hair, full kissable lips and perfect fit, yet nothing about her turned me on. Even when she smiled flirtatiously at me I felt rather disgusted. Damnit, what the hell was wrong with me?Pulling her closer
Blurb Elias thought he left his past behind. After years of running from his strict, controlling parents and their plans to control his life. He returns home to seal a marriage contract aimed at reviving the company. But nothing prepares him for Xander, a rebellious, wild man who lives with no rules, and no shame.Xander is everything Elias’s family would hate: a stripper who lives for the thrill, unapologetic and untamed. Yet when their eyes meet, the chemistry is electric, pulling Elias into a world he never thought he could have. A world where passion burns hotter than anything he’s ever known.Elias is torn between the family he’s always tried to please and a love so fierce, it makes him question everything. As the pressure to stay in his old life mounts, he must decide: will he give in to duty, or will he take a chance on the dangerous, thrilling man who might just set him free?The return It was a two hour drive that felt like eternity. I gripped the wheel tighter as my chest
Naomi The next day, Micah and I went to his parents’ house. I had hoped, maybe prayed, that things would change. Maybe his mother would finally accept me, even though I was divorced. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be easy.We walked into their home, and as usual, his mother was already there, sitting in the living room, her eyes had a dark glint in them, and were filled with judgement. His father was sitting next to her, a much softer man, but I could tell the tension in the room. His mother had her arms crossed tightly over her chest.I knew what was coming. Micah sat down beside me, and I tried to breathe through the nerves. "We need to talk," he said, his voice calm but serious.His mother raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything. Micah looked at her directly. "Mom, I love Naomi. We’ve been through so much together, and I’m asking for your support."His mother’s eyes flicked to me for a moment before she turned back to Micah. "I don’t approve, Naomi is divorced, Micah. Sh
Naomi The next few days went by quickly. Micah and I barely even spoke, we were both so lost in our thoughts. I could tell Micah was trying hard not to let his guard down. He'd been through alot, likewise me, but now, we both knew Dawson wasn't just going to walk away, especially without a fight and we were ready to fight, or were we? I couldn't help the doubts that creeped in, each time I thought of this subject. Dawson was dangerous, sure, but he was also deadly, especially when he had everything all planned out, plus he had kidnapped me once, he could surely do it a second time."Are you okay?" Micah asked softly, as he came up behind me, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist. I shivered, feeling that instant electric current I always felt each time he touched me."I don't know, really." I said, after a minute of silence. "Dawson's dangerous, what if he tries something crazy." I mumbled, now turning to face Micah. His eyes were filled with so much warmth and love, as he pulled m







