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You've probably noticed that I've been struggling to keep a steady updating schedule these last few weeks. My older readers may be aware but I have a busy schedule. I'm a student, and I also juggle a full time job in addition to writing and while I love writing it's becoming increasingly difficult to keep up with my schedule. I either disappoint my readers or myself and that's something I don't want to do. Plus I've been suffering from a severe writers block. I feel like everything I write is trash and I'm not sure if my new chapters align with the story I originally intended to tell. So because of this I've decided to take a break. At least for a week. I'll try and be back once the week is over. I want to use this time to go through my notes of the story as well as re-read this book but most importantly I want to use this time to rest. I think a huge reason for my burnout is because I'm stressed. A friend advised me to take a break and she's right. I need it and as much as I've been trying to deny it my body has done an excellent job at pointing it out several times this last week. From falling sick to recovering and then falling ill again. I hope you understand the reason for my decision. I want to create a story I'm proud of and one you'll love and I can't do that if I constantly feel like everything I'm writing is terrible. Again I hope you understand. I'll be back soon but until then see you soon. Thank You ā¤ļøElle.According to my best friends, the morning after a one-night stand is usually when the awkwardness sets in.It doesn't matter that youāve both seen each other naked or youāve both put your mouths in places you maybe shouldnāt have, youāll still want your privacy in the morning to get dressed. Not to mention that the guy you brought home might not look as attractive as he did when the alcohol was buzzing in your system and the club lights were dim.In simple terms, the morning after a one-night stand is usually a shit show.Which is why I pretend to be asleep even though I know I can feel my husbandās lips glide down my back in a path of kisses.A giggle slips out from when his breath tickles my lower back but I press my lips to stop it from leaving fully.He chuckles and continues his assault until my breathing is no longer calm and Iām pressing more than just my lips together.āI know youāre awake, angelā His deep voice murmurs gruffly against my skin.Shit.I slowly pry my eyes
Elle.My heart is about to explode.Thatās the only explanation as to why itās beating so fast.Aaron is inside me, and I almost wish I could say the reality doesnāt measure up to the wild expectations Iād built in my head. But it does. If anything, it surpasses them completely.āFuck, baby,āFuck is right.I feel so full. His cock is stretching me in the most delicious way and I have no idea how to deal with the strain except by moving away or at the very least trying to.But he stops me. His hands leave the mattress and slide under my hips, digging his fingers in my skin with a possessive strength Iām sure is going to cause a bruise later but I donāt care. I like that it hurts."Don't move," he grunts, āStay right here and take it.ā He pulls back so he can sit on his heels, my legs spread over his thighs. Iām completely open to him. So open that he can see his cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt without even trying.His thrusts are agonisingly deep, like heās trying to reach a p
I'm Back!!!Hope You guys enjoyed the update because I certainly enjoyed writing them.Updates pick up on Monday and things are going to get Intresting so stay tuned.What do you think is going to happen next?
Aaron.I suck in a sharp breath as the most beautiful woman I have ever seen decides to pull a move that renders me entirely speechless.She steps over her towel, lightly kicking it to the side so she can move closer and if by some miracle I was still breathing before, I sure as hell am not breathing now.Her name leaves my lips on an exhale and she looks up at me with doe-like eyes that render me powerless.āI donāt want to go to bed.ā She says, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.Another man, a stronger man, would take the tremble in her jaw as a sign that she's not ready and leave this closet.But I am not that man.For her, I am weak. So fucking weak.It takes everything for me to walk to her and not run and kiss her like the deranged man that I probably am.I could touch her if I wanted to but I donāt. I wait for her to come to me.Her chest rises and falls with shuddering breaths and I take in the sight of her tight nipple peaking up at me, practically begging for me to p
ElleI feel like I should prefix this by saying that this is the best date Iāve ever been on.Well, itās the only date Iāve ever been on but Iām pretty sure that even if Iāve been on other dates they wouldnāt compare to this one.āAre you ready to leave?ā Aaron asks me as the server clears up the last of our dessert plates. āYeah,ā I reply. Iām so stuffed I doubt that I could fit anything else in my stomach even if he begged me to.We talked a lot during dinner. Well, mostly I talked a lot but he was more than willing to listen and answer all my questions. And I learned a lot about his past.For instance, I learned that when he was five he tried to jump off the roof of his house to see if he could fly. Luckily, a maid caught him before he hurled himself off the roof and found out he couldnāt.He promised to be open to me and so far he was doing a terrific job. So terrific in fact, it made me not want this date to end.Aaron is the first to get up. He fishes out his wallet from his p
ElleāAre you really not going to tell me where weāre going?ā I ask Aaron for what is most definitely the hundredth time since we got into the car.The corner of his lips curls up just the slightest as he shakes his head, once again choosing silence.So far, I've spent the last 30 minutes trying to get him to tell me where weāre going, but Iāve done a shit job not only of getting him to talk but also of putting my mind at ease.And not to mention, I was going crazy with guessing.At first, I thought it was going to be something casual but still tasteful but that thought went straight out the window the second I laid eyes on the dress he sent for me.Maureen brought it in this morning and I couldnāt help but marvel at the deep emerald fabric she held up for me to try.The dress was beautiful but most importantly it fit me like a glove, clinging to my curves and providing a warm contrast against my skin. It made me feel sexy and the look Aaron gave me when I first stepped out in it only
ElleIt takes me a total of three seconds to realise what is happening.Aaron O Sullivan, leader of the Irish mob, my fake fiancƩ and the man who was on the receiving end of my anger merely seconds ago, is kissing me.My heart tumbles in my chest, and I grow lightheaded at the feeling of his soft l
AaronI watch Elle disappear into the crowd, her back dissolving from my view into the hallways before releasing a sigh.I almost kissed her.No, that's not right. I wanted to kiss her. And she wanted it too. I could see it in the way her lips parted, told by the way her eyelids lowered when I lean
Elle (16) "Straighten your shoulders, " my mum says, dusting snow from my parka coat. I do as she says, unwilling to meet her gaze, even when she lowers her head to examine my face. "This will be good for you" She says, lips tipping slightly. "Your Uncle Finn is a nice man who was more than willin
ElleAaron doesn't tell me who the man I caught him strangling half to death was. He also doesn't talk about the kiss much to my disappointment because he left.That's right, my fake fiancƩ left me alone in our villa after kissing the hell out of me. So now I'm left constantly replaying the feeling







