LOGIN“If you’ve got questions, just ask. Stop staring at me like you can actually read my mind,” I muttered, shifting in my seat as I caught Betty still watching me like a hawk. I’d been soaking in that stare ever since I limped my way into the salon.I knew she saw Ricochet drop me off. I knew she saw him steal a kiss from my lips. And I definitely knew she saw the way his hands kept roaming over me like I was his property—well, that was kind of valid.Her lips stayed sealed, but her eyes were glued to me sharply and curiously. Her questions were loud even without saying a word.She already had a theory, I could see it the way her upper lip kept curving upward and sideward. She was just waiting for me to quietly confirm it.“I’m betting all my money—my savings included—on this,” she started, way too confident, dabbing more avocado mask across her cheek, looking like a low budget Fiona. “You got railed by your ex-daddy. I just know it.” She leaned in, squinting at me.I almost choked on my
“You asked me to tell you the truth, and now that I answered your questions, you’re sulking,” Ricochet muttered, scratching the side of his head after laying everything out—the very thing I asked for.I shot him a glare, chewing the last bite of my sushi a little too hard. “You planned something romantic. Then it turns out it was all Tiffany’s idea. And then all those confetti, that sweet PDA revelation thing with cameras everywhere watching…” I grabbed my glass and chugged the water in one go. “…that was all for me?!”“That’s what I said,” he mumbled, dabbing his mouth with a napkin, looking all guilty like he was actively regretting every life decision that led him here, watching me having a mental breakdown.“I can’t believe it!”“It’s because I was going to do everything just to win you back—”“What?” I cut in sharply. “I already know that part. What I meant is, I can’t believe you just told me everything that was supposed to be a surprise.” My voice lowered, more in disbelief tha
My lips were left parted, my brain stopped functioning, while my heart pounded erratically in my chest.He had another bomb to drop?“So what?” I muttered, my brows pulling together as my chest rose and fell unevenly. “I was just… part of some plan to you?”My words came out like a whisper, but they stung more than if I had shouted them.I dragged my tongue over my lips, feeling how dry they were.A humorless scoff almost slipped out.I should be mad. I should be pissed as hell.But I couldn’t feel the anger simmering. It was just there, left hanging, and somehow... forgotten.“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head a little like I could clear it.Because, I admit, no matter how messed up this was… I still couldn’t bring myself to hate him for it.“I already knew you when we were just freshmen. You were so simple, so pretty. I liked that you didn’t give a fuck about me. You didn’t even know me,” he chuckled mirthlessly.“We even bumped into each other once in the hallway.
Sore. Again.Since last night wasn’t enough to put me in a wheelchair, I just had to go and encourage him to completely paralyze me.“Shit…” I softly grunted, trying to move.But like magic, the ache all over my body from that… intense cardio faded, replaced by warmth, and that familiar, teasing tingle when a hand settled on my hip.The bed dipped behind me.A kiss landed on my shoulder.“Still alive, baby?” he murmured against my ear, lips brushing it. His concern sounded like a mock, all tease, and way too proud of himself.I rolled my eyes and slowly turned to face him, but the words I was about to throw at him died in my throat.That after-sex look had me biting my own tongue.“We’re going to visit the Champagne Streams later,” he went on, his hands roaming lazily over my sore, oversensitive body. “And I was thinking… maybe I should take you from behind while you’re holding onto a rock.”His fingers pressed into my hip, dragging slightly down my still shaky legs, and back up to my
Date? Was this what could even be called a date?Because why the hell was I being lapped again?A moan slipped past me when he lightly sank his teeth into my lower lip. I could feel the restrained hunger coming off him, the way his hands held me.His fingers tangled in my supposedly neat hair, pulling it loose from its style, while the other hand rested on my ass—squeezing, tugging me closer, pressing me against what was hidden under his pants.The beach was supposed to be for relaxation. But the moment we stepped into the villa, the air led us to temptation and rose the tension.Heat hit us first, desire simmered, and suddenly my lips were glued to his in hungry, reckless kisses, causing my legs to tremble, itching to spread wide.He pinned me to the wall, not a hint of mercy in those lips pressing against mine. His kisses were suffocating me, devouring me, as if last night had never happened, as if I’d never even existed before this.I tugged back just enough to gasp, letting him ro
"You can't just take me whenever and wherever you want, Ricochet. I have work, I have responsibilities at home—" "I'm your job—do me," he cut me off, pointing at a turn. "Hot chauffeur, take a left over here." I glanced at him with a frown. "More like a boss. You've been telling me what to do," I snorted, obeying him anyway. "Give me my salary." "I could give you more than just a salary," he flirted, wearing that annoying smirk on his face. He was completely relaxed in the passenger seat, head tilted toward me, hands resting just above his thighs, knees spread slightly, looking like he was inviting me to climb over and sit on him, play trampoline with my ass. "Plus a bonus, since you've been a very good girl," he chuckled, extending his arm to poke my nose upward. I growled in annoyance, but even so, butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach. It felt like life had hit rewind, like we were those stupid teenagers again who made a huge mistake and just decided to roll with
I thought everything had just been a sinful, tempting dream… until I woke up feeling both used and very, very satisfied.My legs trembled the second I tried to move. The muscles in my thighs twitched, and the ache between them made me suck in a sharp breath.I was that sore.Every bit of evidence f
"Ride me?" he asked quietly, nodding toward the obvious invitation between his legs.I wrapped my hand around his erection. The heat of him filled my palm, and the moment I tightened my grip, his body reacted. He jerked slightly under my touch.I leaned down and pressed my lips to the tip.“Diana…”
Time flew fast, but I was still stuck on the same damn thought. That was my curse. My brain liked to replay things until they rotted.Adriana and I had already settled on the “no lying” rule in the house, and we both felt freer than ever. Lighter with less tiptoeing. But I knew that even so, she st
“Mom, what is that thing doing here in my house?!” I exclaimed, throwing both hands toward the man I had cursed to the moon, the stars, and in every constellation.“Hey, Dee,” she greeted cheerfully, as if I wasn’t standing there one breath away from spontaneous combustion."Your Ricky boy dropped







