Hello, awesome humans. Things are about to start heating up! Are you ready? Because I can't wait! If you like the story so far, don't forget to comment, like, leave reviews, and donate gems. XOXO Emma Taylor P.s Free chapter changes are still in progress, and my cover art is getting revised. I cannot wait for the big reveal!
ELLE POV The show had ended, and it was everything others said it would be; too bad my mind was in searing pain the entire time. The strange man's eyes did not leave my body for a second, his gaze oppressing like a weighted blanket too heavy for my body. As Jonah slams the limo door close, the pressure released from my head like a balloon leaking helium. For the first time in hours, it doesn't feel as though nails are being dragged across the inside of my mind like someone is trying to dig themselves out. It was the most uncomfortable 4 hours of my life, and I am thankful it's over and we are back at the hotel. The ding of the elevator opening pulls me from my thoughts as my friends shuffle in front of me. None of us say anything until we are safely locked behind closed doors. Jonah, Eli, and Brad were on a lower level, and we all had to witness Taylor practically swallow Brad's face. They acted like they would never see each other again and weren't sharing a room this weekend.
DAMON POV Using the key, I open the door to my hotel room with Andrew following me, both of us eager to get out of the tight shirts and ties. Grabbing some of the clothes from the suitcase lying on the floor, I hurry to get the basketball shorts on, throwing a pair to Andrew, knowing he'd want to do the same. "When do you think Matt will be back?" Andrew asks as my feet wander back and forth throughout the room. The anxiety of his discovery claws at my stomach. No one knows we are here except for Theo, and for the time being, I would like to keep it that way. "I-" I try to respond, but the knock at the door stops me in my tracks; rushing to open it, I find Matt standing on the other side with a grim look that doesn't incite confidence in my anxiety-filled stomach. As soon as the door closes behind him, Andrew and I start peppering him with questions before he has a chance to get his tie loosened from his neck. "Woah," Matt says, his hands raised to slow down the onslaught of
Hello All, I apologize for the delay in adding additional chapters; a horrible case of strep throat hit my family this week. I have been battling a 103-degree fever for the last week, and I have been in a pretty delusional state, making it difficult to write. (Even typing this out is a struggle). Between family emergencies, technical difficulties, and now this sickness from hell, October just isn't my month. I will get back to posting regular chapters as soon as the fever officially breaks and I am back to normal. I apologize, XOXO Emma Taylor p.s for those wondering how I typed this, I didn't my Significant Other had too since they are finally feeling better.
ELLE POV "Stay still; if I mess up this eyeliner, I have to redo your entire face," Emma barks at me like a general commanding her troops. Slightly terrified of having to be stuck in this chair any longer, I make sure that I don't move a muscle, just praying to the Goddess that she will be done soon. "Hurry up, Emma," Taylor whines, and I can tell she is growing impatient with Emma's need for perfection. "Rome wasn't built in a day, Taylor," Emma mutters as she studies my face looking for imperfections in her work; when she doesn't find any, she smiles in victory before thrusting some shoes in my face signaling me to put them on. Grabbing the gold heels Emma instructed me to wear, I sit at the edge of the bed, put them on my feet, and wrap the gold straps up my calves. Once both are tightly tied around my knees, I admire the entire outfit in the mirror. I barely recognize the red-haired vixen staring back at me with her smokey eyes and full burgundy lips. "Damn, Emma," Taylor
ELLE POV Before I pour myself a glass of champagne, Emma, Taylor, and Charity drag me to the middle of the packed dance floor as the song "Single Ladies" by Beyonce blares through the speakers. Women are going wild throughout the club, pushing men to the side to take over the dance floor. Even with the dozens of bodies crammed into the small space, I can feel eyes on me. I know they are watching my every move causing a feverish feeling to lick my skin and my heart to pound relentlessly in my chest. Letting the music guide my body, I throw my hands up in the air, letting my hips move seductively, teasing all the men in the crowd, particularly those watching from above. "Let's go drink!" Emma screams, grabbing my wrist and dragging me through the crowd, bumping into sweaty bodies after a few more songs have played. As the girls surround me once more, we make our way back to the table where the guys are waiting with more shots; now that I am closer to my birthday and first shift, th
ALPHA JONAH POV The scent of honeysuckle leads me further into the club. My mind is dazed at being this close while Thor purrs wildly at the forefront of my mind. 'Careful,' Thor rumbles suddenly, 'Damon's Gamma is trailing us again.' 'Don't worry,' I reply, 'I clocked Damon and them on the balcony as soon as we came in. We knew he would never let Elle come to New York without his oversight.' 'Yeah,' Thor replies, 'but we need to pick up speed so we can lose him before the passageway. We can't let him up know what we are up to.' 'I know, Thor,' I snarl, tired of his constant criticism. If it was possible to punch the bastard, I would. As I make my way down a dark hallway at the back of the club, humans make out along the wall. 'How far back do you think he is?' I ask Thor. 'About fifty feet behind us,' Thor says, lengthening my stride and covering more distance. I round the corner quickly, opening and ducking behind one of the two-way mirrors strategically placed throughout
ELLE POV After an hour of drinking and dancing, without the return of Jonah, my curiosity at his location gets the better of m,e forcing me to take drastic, albeit stupid, measures to get some damn answers. Getting on my feet, I look at Taylor, Emma, and Charity, signaling silently that it's time to go the bathroom. No words need to be said for them to understand my intentions. "Where are you going?" Theo asks, standing to join us on our journey to the bathroom. I wouldn't have time to search the whole club, but I'd be able to look around for Jonah and see his true intentions. His demeanor has been incredibly different than the man I met a few weeks ago. "To the restroom, Theo, " I reply indifferently, "you guys can stay here while we go." I nod to the twins and Charity. "No," Theo insists, "let me come with you; it's not safe." I can see Jonah's beta, Eli, watching us intensely while he tries to listen to our conversation. "Theo," I say, adding an edge to my warning, not wan
ELLE POV An appreciative rumble from Damon encourages me to push him against the wall with a crazed need I didn't know I possess. My tongue nibbles along Damon's jawline, fueling my desire even more as my hands explore his body. My thighs tingle as Damon wraps my legs around his waist so he can press my back against the wall, his hips pressing against mine as his hard cock presses into my wet core. Damon's teasing hands leave a trail of sparks along my inner thigh, leaving me a whimpering mess, begging for more, "Not yet, biscuit," Damon murmurs into my ear as his teeth nibble the lobe, my pussy throbbing as my hips move against him. "You need to be punished for your poor choices." He says before putting his lips around my marking spot, my eyes rolling as my head rests against the wall, lost in the euphoria of being near him. Carrying me over to the sink, Damon sets me back on my wobbly feet before turning me around, forcing me to bend over the sink, my ass raised in the air. The