LOGINThey say never judge a book by its cover, something Leo Andre quickly learns when it comes to Eva Martinez. At 29, Eva is a reserved, tightly-wound schoolteacher, juggling single motherhood, a divorce, and a demanding job. To most, she appears timid and put-together, nothing like the rebellious party girl she once was. Cast out by her strict family after getting pregnant young and not knowing who the father is, Eva left that life behind and built a quiet, stable world for herself and her daughter. But just as she finds peace, Leo, an old school acquaintance and the man she’s always found irritating, flips her world upside down. Leo, a successful and charismatic actor in his 30s, is growing bored with the single life and getting pressure to settle down. What he never expected was that the woman he always found dull was anything but that, in more ways than one. To his surprise, she’s also the same unforgettable girl from his past, the one he never truly forgot. As their connection deepens, long-buried secrets come to light, revealing a bond that runs far deeper than either of them realized. But Eva isn’t looking for love, especially not with someone tied to the very world she’s trying to keep her daughter and herself away from. She’s worked hard to rebuild her life and to keep away from the ‘family business’ but secrets from the past come back to haunt her. What happens when a woman who’s given up on love collides with the man who unknowingly holds a piece of her past, and maybe, her future?
View MoreTW - This story/series is of the dark romance genre that contains many themes of violence, different kinds of abuse, sex of all types, drugs, and it’s entirely fictional. All names, places etc are purely from my imagination and have no connection to real life whatsoever. I will add warnings about particular chapters; however, there may be times when I forget or think it’s not needed. In either case, readers, please be advised.
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Eva
I cannot believe the little shit cheated on me! Again! And with that little slut of all people! Like what in the actual fuck?Ugh. Whatever. That’s it! I’m done with relationships! I don’t have the luxury of time or energy to deal with this kind of bullshit. I have far too many assignments to complete and studying for the end-of-year exams to get through before summer break.Maybe my friend is right. I should go to that party tonight, let my hair down, and forget about everything for a few hours, especially since I've also received some excellent news from back home today, and I want to celebrate gaining my freedom.You know what? I'm going to do just that, and then, on Monday, I’m going to simply focus on my studies and look forward to having a fantastic summer back home without having to look over my shoulder for the first time.I'm only 18 once after all.That's how I should be living, rather than wasting time on petty drama over someone who is so not worth it in so many ways. A few hours later, my friend and I are at the seniors’ dorm where the party is in full swing, and it’s exactly what you expect a college party to be. Bright, smoky, loud, and full of drunk, horny teenagers/young adults having a good time, and if the gyrating on the dancefloor is anything to go by, some will probably be visiting the free clinic in the next few days. I, however, will not be one of them. I’m standing near a window, looking out and still seething about what happened earlier today, despite the number of shots I’ve consumed plus the strong drink I’ve just polished off.“Here, have a hit.” Amalia says, coming up to the window next to me, holding a joint. “It's obvious the alcohol is not helping.” She says with a playful eye roll and giggling, as she passes the joint, blowing the smoke out the window. I roll my eyes, but I take it because she has a point. It’s not. I have a few quick hits before handing it back to her.I hold it for a few seconds before exhaling. “Yeah, sorry, I just can’t understand why he would cheat. Again. I mean, I’m hot, right?” I ask, frowning.“Girl, are you kidding?! Especially with your new hair? You are scorching hot. We both are.” She says, dramatically flipping her hair while fanning us with her hand and giggling like an idiot. Okay, that’s enough weed for her. I take the joint off her and take another hit, holding it as I raise a sceptical eyebrow, giving her my ‘really’ look, then exhale right in front of her face. She narrows her eyes and flips me off, using her other hand to wave away the smoke. “Don’t believe me? Look around, I've seen at least 10 guys foaming at the mouth because of your hot ass.” Amalia points with her thumb over her shoulder. I subtly glance over my shoulder and notice a few of them looking our way, but none of them do anything for me, so I turn my gaze to Amalia, mouthing ‘no thank you’. She rolls her eyes at me and leads me into the room where they keep their drinks, and we do a few more tequila shots before heading off to dance. After a while, I end up sitting on the front steps with another strong drink, getting some fresh air since my friend seems to have found her horizontal partner for the night. “Hey, are you alright?” A deep, husky voice says from somewhere behind me. I ignore it, as I doubt he's talking to me. “Little fairy, I’m talking to you.” He taps my shoulder before taking a seat on the stoop next to me. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were. Wait, little fairy?” “Sorry, I don't know your name, and I saw your tattoo on your shoulder.” He says with a slight shrug while taking a hit of a joint. “It’s alright, and I’ve been called worse.” I chuckle, shrugging one shoulder as I take a sip of my drink.“Want a hit?” The guy asks me, exhaling the smoke. “Sure, why not? I think my buzz from the last one has worn off.” I reply casually, and that’s when I see him, and my eyes grow a little wide before I quickly correct my facial expression. Dang! He’s hot as fuck! Maybe Amalia won’t be the only one getting lucky tonight after all. “I hope I don’t sound like a creep, but I heard you earlier with the other girl, and I just wanted to let you know I think you’re very fucking hot. I don’t know why your ex cheated on you either. I wouldn’t if I had a girl like you in my bed.” He says, flashing me a panty-dropping smile, and I internally swoon...Oh, my good God! I can feel my lower region slowly stirring. I wasn’t planning on doing anything or anyone tonight. However, if he’s down, I don’t think I will be able to say no, but he doesn’t need to know that. I hand him back his joint, blowing the smoke out after a few seconds. “Not the greatest line, but thanks.” I chuckle softly, looking down, feeling a little embarrassed that I am getting hot under the collar just by his deep voice and words. “It wasn’t a line, I’m just being honest. Our friends will tell us what we wanna hear. I thought I should tell you since I don’t know you.” He says with a low chuckle, taking another hit. “Yeah, you have a point, thank you.” I say with sincerity and a small smile, running my fingers through my hair, pushing it to one side. “No problem, as I said, just being honest.” He says with a slight shrug and a smirk tugging on his lips.“Well, you ain’t so bad yourself since we are being honest. I doubt you have to deal with this kind of drama, can't imagine a girl cheating on you.” I reply with a small laugh.“I don’t do relationships, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have drama. Crazy chicks work in bed but outside of it? Drama.” He casually says with a shrug. I close my eyes and internally groan because he’s a fuck-boy. Oh, great. Jesus, what am I? A fucking magnet or something? “Ah, you’re one of those.” I let out a bitter laugh.“What do you mean?” He asks with a frown, offended, as he takes one last hit before putting the joint out.“You’re a fuck-boy like my ex.” I say with an eyeroll. He lets out a low chuckle, nodding in understanding, exhaling. “I wouldn’t call myself that. Speaking for myself, I’m upfront about what I want. Others aren’t, and this is where dramas start. Girls get clingy after a few rounds of good sex, and then think they will be the ones who the guy will change for, but in reality, they won’t. That’s my issue. People just need to communicate better.” He rolls his own eyes.I nod. “Well, at least you are honest and very true. Ugh, I know what you mean. Those types always annoy me with their whining.” I let out a small groan of annoyance. “If my ex said something like that to me, I don’t think I would have agreed to sleep with him, but I would have had some respect for him.” I heave out a sigh.He chuckles, rubbing his jaw. “Sounds like he probably knew that and did whatever he could to get into your pants. I disagree with his methods, but at the same time, I don’t blame him.” He says, eyeing me up and down with a smouldering look, licking his bottom lip, making it very obvious that he’s checking me out and where his mind is going.Oh great, now the weed decides to kick in. I mentally groan because, oh, holy shit. I turn my head to look straight, finishing the last of my drink. I can see from my peripheral vision that he’s inching closer to me. I freeze when I feel his breath fan my ear, and his fingers softly touch the nape of my neck.“Do you want me to be honest or lie? Because I’ve had my eye on you all night, and I’ve been curious about what you are like in bed ever since I saw you dancing.” He says in a low husky tone, his hot breath sending a little shiver down my spine. “Your hips and ass are downright hypnotic, and I want nothing more than to feel your hot body riding my dick into fucking oblivion, μικρη νεραιδα..” (Little fairy).” He whispers into my ear. I place my hand on his inner thigh while biting my lower lip, looking back at him with a seductive look. “Since you are being honest and all, which I truly appreciate, let's solve your curiosity as well as my own.” I whisper, bringing my lips closer to his, licking my lower lip, and it catches his lip as well. “What are you curious about?” He whispers against my lips.“If that bulge of yours is as big as it looks.” I say with a grin.
-The next morning-
‘‘Where am I?’’ I softly groan, trying to open my eyes, only to see a blurred white something. Great, I must have lost one of my lenses. Wait, this isn't my room or bed, as I look around, rubbing my forehead. Ugh, my head, what the hell did I do last night? I rub my eyes with my palm as they feel like sandpaper. I let out another small groan as I realised I must have fallen asleep with lenses in, and judging by my eyesight, I’ve definitely lost one. No wonder everything is blurry. I try to sit up, and that’s when I feel something heavy on me, weighing me down. I look down to see a huge arm around my midsection, and holy shit! My eyes pop out of their sockets because fuck! I’m naked, and I don’t remember! Come to think of it, I don’t remember much of last night at all. It’s all a complete blur, but judging by the extreme soreness I feel from my pussy and thighs, I can confidently confirm that I must have slept with this stranger. I carefully lift his arm off me, and I slip out of bed as quietly as possible. Thankfully, I can make out just enough to know where my clothes are, and I quickly dress myself. I look at the bed one last time, and through my blurred vision, I see the guy sleeping on his back, his face covered by the pillow. I notice he has a small tattoo on his chest that kinda looks like a lizard or possibly a dragon. Judging from the little I can make out, he’s got dark hair, a nice tan, and he’s massive like everywhere! No wonder my vagina feels like it’s been beaten with a baseball bat or something. Before I can make any more observations, I hear soft groans, his body moving, and I quickly duck out of the room in a panic.I still can't believe I did that, and I don't even know who he is.Doesn’t matter now. It’s done.One more week of school and then it’s summer, but first, I need to get to my room, nurse this hangover, and have a nice long soak in the tub.
- 4 months later -
“Congratulations, you are most certainly pregnant and from the looks of it, quite far along already.” The doctor says with an uneasy smile, and I still from shock, staring wide-eyed at the screen.“I’m what?” I mutter in disbelief, still staring at the screen where I can clearly see a tiny alien moving inside of me.“Pregnant. Yes. About 19 weeks, give or take. Do you want to know the gender?” She asks in a gentle tone, her smile soft.I look at her and the screen in rapid motions in absolute horror and fear for multiple reasons: I’ve just turned 19 years old, I’m in college, but more importantly, I don’t know who got me pregnant!Was it my cheating ex or my unknown one-night stand?
Thee mou. (Oh, God.) What am I gonna do?
Eva Okay, I take it back. I’d rather deal with a stranger than my best friend because of the relentless teasing that’s coming my way. At least a stranger would have been too embarrassed to say anything or even face me, but being discreet is not Lia’s forte. Fuuuck…“How long were you standing there?” I ask, ignoring her comment, take her drink, and have a massive chug. She arches a brow. “Okay, calm down, woman, jeez.” She huffs, checking herself in the mirror. “And not long. I figured what was about to go down when I saw him chasing after you like a puppy, and I wanted to make sure no one went into the bathroom. The last thing you two needed was any interruptions.” She says, looking at me through the mirror, grinning like a Cheshire cat, wiggling her brows. “Not that you would have noticed either way since you were in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm.” “Oh my god, that is SO embarrassing!” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “Oh, hush, it’s fine, and he’s right, you kno
Leo Who the fuck is that gorgeous woman dancing with Amalia? My head slowly tilts to the side, blinking rapidly and squinting my eyes because the strobing, flashing lights are not fucking helping. Stay still for fuck’s sake! She kind of looks like Eva, though I don’t think that type of tight, revealing dress would be her style, but it’s the way she’s moving to the beat and her seemingly carefree behavior that have my attention, because they remind me of someone else. Someone I haven’t laid eyes on since that night 10 years ago, and recently in my dreams.Her tantalizing, sexy body looks phenomenal in that form-fitting, long-sleeved, black dress, showing off just the right amount of cleavage and abs thanks to that cutout, and the skirt is the perfect length to flaunt those flawless, toned legs without overdoing it or being too obvious. Her choice of dress and the way she seems to carry herself tell me she’s a confident woman who looks after herself and is aware of what she has, b
Leo I’ve spent most of the day working out, getting my stuff in order since I’m going to be gone for at least 2, maybe 3, weeks, and practicing my lines, getting myself prepared as much as possible, but it’s Saturday night, and I want to let off some steam.I shoot Angelo a text, but he doesn’t answer, so I call him. ‘What do you want, actor?’ A deep voice, full of disdain, with a heavy Italian accent, answers the phone. It takes me a second to register who it is, and I groan when I realize.Out of all Angelo’s family members, fucking Matteo is the one I can’t stand. Arrogant bastard. ‘Be nice!’ I hear a whack sound followed by a small grunt. ‘Hey, what’s up?’ Angelo says to me. ‘Cazzo! (Fuck!) What is it with people fucking hitting me tonight?’ His cousin grumbles in the background.‘Because you’re a rude fucking stronzo who doesn’t know when to shut his fucking mouth. You’re worse than Amalia.’ Angelo answers back, annoyed. "Uh, if you two need to talk about shit, I can leave
Eva “Okay…” Lia says, eyebrows furrowed, confused. “I need more.” I blow out a breath. “Alright. Remember how I told you I met Matt? Well, I might have left some things out.” She rolls her eyes. “Shocker. Alright, Catwoman, let me have it.” “Catwoman?” “Well, I ain’t calling you a damn spider, although knowing how you are, it fits, but it bothers you so catwoman.” She giggles, making me snort before I start full-on laughing. Thank God for this woman, because she always manages to somehow break the tension and see the silver lining in any situation. Lia impatiently claps her hands. “Alright, giggly. Come on, cause we’re on a deadline and I’m gonna have to visit your makeup collection before we go anywhere, plus we need to change that dress.” Her comment automatically cuts off my laugh, and I look down at myself before looking up to her, confused. She scoffs, waving me off. “Later.” I shrug. “Okay, so as you know, we met when I was 15 on that trip. Well, that trip was designe












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