KNOWING MR RIGHTSTIARAIt was at that point that I wished I had sat down. His voice was as if born of sin. I cursed the seconds when I lowered my eyes to his lips at that very moment. It was the kind of voice that kept you stunned, paralyzed, amazed. Deep and masculine in the sexiest possible way.My hand trembled holding my purse where I had hastily clutched the contract.I shook myself for a few seconds, trying to concentrate and not give myself away from everything this man was making me feel inside.To be able to do that, I had to take my eyes off him and somehow look at something else. So, with hard but sustained effort, I looked at the big coffee stain on his shirt. He was still wearing his morning shirt. I wondered why he hadn’t changed it?Judging by the kind of store he came out of, I could hardly believe he didn’t have a spare one.?Another huge mistake without considering that the place I was watching was rock hard. I could see the shape of his pecs through his shirt, a
IN THE LION'S DENTIARAIf there was ever a time to get freaking out of my mind, then this was definitely it.I didn’t even feel it when my mouth literally dropped open and my hand simply clutched on to the contract I had already taken out of my purse. I would not give him the chance. Suddenly, I threw the piece of paper that seemed so useless in his face.“So, this is it, huh? A deprivation of liberty contract? Of slavery?” I burst out in a gasp.“If you want to call it that, then I have nothing against it. So be it!”?I was already shooting flames out of my nostrils like an angry dragon. I almost wanted to laugh at the comparison, but I kept my posture.?There was that faint smile curling his face again as he turned away, resting one arm on the back of the chair overly intimately, and bent his head again. I literally wanted to strangle him. “But actually, it is a contract marriage, love. I thought your father told you about it.”?As soon as he said that, he circled the desk again
FIRST ROUNDTIARAMy air supply ran out. There was no way to escape this situation. There was only one way, and that was by signing.My face grew hot.?“What? Have you been spying on me?”He didn’t understand why I would ask such a question, and there was just the slightest hint of astonishment on his face.?“What did you think? Of course, I did,” he replied. “I should know the kind of person I will be marrying if we are to be married, don’t you think?”Oh, my dear God! What else was he aware of? What did he withhold from me? And just when I wanted to answer him a few. “Of course, I would give you all the time in the universe to work on your paintings. Also, no more seeing your boring friends, and you would have to move in with me and act like a proper wife,” he concluded with a grin on his face.?My chest tightened. He had the audacity to plan my life to suit himself. My social circle was small, but varied. And I had a great time with them. This man seemed to put a stop to my daily
GOD HELP ME!TIARAHe didn't, however, stop there. Not by a long shot. He wanted to keep torturing people. To be really honest, I also wanted it to happen.He bent his wrist, pressed his palm on my tummy, and then moved his hand past the lace of my panties and beneath the waistline of my jeans. The feeling was crazy.?I strained against his hand while my head was drooping. He gently parted my swollen pussy and ran his fingers along the edge of my entrance, but he avoided touching my bloated clit, which was where I most wanted him.I tried to bring him closer to me by catching his hand between my thighs out of pure desire. But at the last second, he backed off and drew closer to my ear, whispering.“Beg me to take you,” he whispered. My limbs reverberated with the roughness of his voice. “Beg me to fuck you while you’re bent over the desk”?Since my mind was no longer connected to my brain, I responded before I could even think about them.“Yes…”My voice was raspy. I didn’t expect it
SEEMS I HAVE NO CHOICETIARAI was suffering from a severe hangover when I woke up the following morning and was sitting in a lawyer’s office. Ok, or maybe I was still drunk.?Those wine glasses may have disappeared faster than the coast would have been flooded, but I really needed them.Following my confrontation with Baker and my following embarrassing display in his elevator, I wasted my time rummaging through my small apartment, feeling confused and worthless.I started reading the contract again and again just after Mara left, and it took me about ten minutes before I poured myself another glass of wine to go with it. I had lost count of them. My father had left me like twelve voicemails on my phone during my meeting with Vincent Baker, all of which I deleted.?Hearing his voice dreaded me because I knew what question he would ask. Did I take Baker up on his offer? Was there any chance that I might get him off the shit he was in? Of course, for mom’s sake. It was because he neve
IT TAKES TWOTIARABy the time I arrived at my house and had a well-deserved shower, it pumped me up and ready to take on everyone, especially Vincent Baker. I would accept nothing like this. I contacted his company, demanding to talk to himIf I didn’t get him in place, things would get out of hand. The idiot created the contract only for his personal gain. He would definitely hear me!It was more than obvious that I had surprised the bastard’s assistant and caught her off guard. It wasn’t until I said my name that I heard her trying to sugarcoat the situation“I’m sorry, Miss Glare, I didn’t recognize you”Irritating jazz music rang in my ear as she awkwardly excused herself.God dammit! And then I heard her shaky voice again. “I am sorry again, Miss Glare, but Mr. Baker is not here right now! Do you wish to give you his private number so you can talk with him?”Now that was something I didn’t expect to happen. What was I going to answer? I didn’t want to seem desperate, either.It
EITHER HIM OR ME TIARA Vincent Baker was aware of my residence. Was that supposed to scare me? Of course, he knew where I lived. His lawyer mentioned explicitly in his idiotic contract, but the fact that a fancy-assed black car pulled up to my shabby apartment served as a reminder to me of what he did. There was no need to get angry. Besides, it was so irrelevant. This union was a business. It wasn’t like I intended to wed him and be with him forever. But when I noticed the car downstairs, my tiny flat suddenly appeared unsafe. It horrified me to consider that this man might easily locate me whenever he desired. I had to make my clothes last when I bought them because I didn’t have a practice of getting dressed up. Fortunately, I kept the red dress Mara had gifted me some time ago. Since I had it, I had put on weight, a few kilos, and now it showed a shocking amount of cleavage. I didn’t have time to style my hair, or perhaps deep down I didn’t want to, so I just let it
I'D WANT TO SEE YOU TRY! TIARA That I stood like a still stone, holding the predator’s gaze, didn’t matter compared to Baker’s remarks about my dress. I knew it highlighted my generous curves, but that didn’t give him the right to disregard me. “Are you trying to turn me on, Miss Glare?” he asked in a low tone, closing a little the distance between us. His glance struck me square in the heart. “Now that you ask that, I just might!” I played with his own words He retreated “This is not good enough, and you must do better. What makes someone dress like a hooker?” “That must mean that’s what I’ll be for you. Your personal hooker, right?” I burst out, piercing him with my stare. I was not afraid of him He most likely believed that once we were married, he would rule over me. He was completely wrong in all respects. “No. As far as I know, you would be my wife” I gave him a sneer. “I don’t view it that way, and if people knew the reality, I doubt they would either. Ju