Arya’s POVLucas held tightly to my hand as he led me up the stairs, toward my room. His warmth seeped into my skin, making it impossible to ignore how insanely right... his hand felt in mine.The hallway was dimly lit as we approached my room. The only sound was the faint echo of our footsteps against the floors. Neither of us spoke, but I could feel the tension hanging thick in the air, unspoken words crackling between us.I stole a glance at him. His sharp jawline, the way his blue-green eyes flickered with something unreadable in the low light… He looked lost in thought, but his fingers stayed wrapped around mine like he had no intention of letting go.Why did he always do this?Why did he insist on holding my hand whenever we walked together?It was a simple act, yet it made my heart hammer every time.I told myself it was nothing. That it meant nothing.But I knew I was lying to myself.We reached my door, and I halted. Lucas stopped too, but his hands still holding mine. I dre
Arya's POV.It was my fifth day living with Lucas. I couldn't tell if I was happy that the days were swiftly running by, or deeply, I wished it could go slower, that way I get to spend a little more time with him.I was totally disoriented, confused about what I really want. I guess I still have a little time figure it all out. The morning started off fine... almost too fine. Lucas had been in an unusually good mood, teasing me over breakfast, smirking at me like he knew something I didn’t. But I let it slide, not wanting to get worked up over his mischief.After breakfast, I decided to cool off in the living room, flipping through channels mindlessly. Lucas had disappeared into his study, leaving me alone with my thoughts. A part of me wanted to go find him... which was ridiculous... but before I could even entertain the thought, the sound of high heels clicking against the floors drew my attention.I turned my head towards the entrance, and my stomach twisted.A lady stood there.T
Arya's POV.I sat by the pool, hugging my knees to my chest, the night was silent except for the soft ripples of the pool water.Cold breeze brushed against my skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made me shiver... it was the frustration boiling inside me.My eyes were tightly locked onto the exit gate of the mansion. The very place where she had walked out just minutes ago, with a smug smile on her lips, looking all too satisfied.I should have ignored it. I should have been indifferent. After all, it’s not like Lucas is mine. But the moment I saw her leaving his room, an ugly, burning sensation had taken over my entire being. It felt as though someone had driven a knife deep into my chest and twisted it mercilessly.I clenched my fists, feeling like a fool. What the hell is wrong with me? I wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. This was temporary. In two days, I’d be gone. Out of his life. Away from his teasing, his flirtations, his annoying smirks.And yet… wh
Arya's POV.The loud, high pitched scream that erupted from my phone speaker nearly sent my heart leaping out of my chest. My eyes snapped open, blinking against the morning light streaming through the curtains.My ringtone isn't usually this scarily loud, or could it be because it was so early in the morning. And who on earth is calling me so early in the morning huh?I was about cursing out whoever it was when my gaze fell on the screen, it was Kelly calling. So early? Is there a situation?I clicked on the receive button and placed the phone over my ear. "Kelly, it's too early in the morning for a...."“Arya!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” his high pitched voice screamed over the phone, cutting me of abruptly.Oh my God.I shot up in bed, gripping the phone with both hands as realization dawned on me. My birthday. Today was my birthday, and I had completely forgotten."Kyle?" My voice came out barely audible."Hold on, you forgot? How could you forget your own birthday, woman?!" he scold
Arya’s POV.The cool air caressed my skin as Lucas led me out of the house, ofcourse firmly holding onto my hands as always. His long fingers laced through mine like he was afraid I’d slip away, but I wasn’t going anywhere. Not when my heart was pounding with anticipation."Where are we going?" I asked, glancing at him as he guided me toward the black car parked in front of the mansion.He smirked, that signature cocky smirk that made my stomach twist into a thousand knots every single time. "That’s for me to know and for you to find out," he said, opening the car door for me.I rolled my eyes and stepped in, sinking into the plush seat as he shut the door behind me. Within seconds, he slid into the driver’s seat, his muscular forearms flexing as he gripped the wheel. He ignited the car and we took off into the night.I stole a glance at him under the dim interior lights. He looked effortlessly handsome, the very definition of luxury, of power."Seriously, just tell me where we’re goi
Arya's POV.As dinner ended, Lucas leaned back in his chair, swirling the last bit of wine in his glass. "Ready for the next part of our next stop?"I raised a brow. "There’s more?"Lucas grinned. "Come on, babydoll. The night’s not over yet."He stood up, extending his hand, and this time, I quickly accepted, and he led us out. **As we stepped out of the restaurant, the night air wrapped around me like a cool embrace. My heart was still racing from everything Lucas had done... from the private dinner to the beautiful bracelet... the way he had looked at me all night. "Where are we going now though?" I asked, hoping to get a response other than a smirk but that was exactly what I got in response... A smirk. "Just follow my lead, princess."I sighed but still let him guide me back into the car. As he started the engine, I couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he controlled everything. The car, the situation, even my emotions... Lucas had a way of making me feel completely at h
Arya's POV.He suddenly broke away from the kiss, his forehead gently pressed against mine as he stared deep into my eyes."It's you alone babydoll, it's has always been you, since the day you walked into my house, looking for a job, I just knew It's forever going to be you in my life, no one else makes me feel this way, I promise to protect you, babydoll, I will protect you with my last breathe, that's because I love you with every inch of me, you are my life Babydoll, I love you so...I quickly grabbed his face and smashed my lips on his in an intense kiss."You have no idea how you make me feel too Lucas." My voice was barely audible, as I tried to match up to his gaze. Slowly, I felt his hands suddenly crept behind my waist and he gently held me up against the car, gently yanking off the strip hands of my dress and it dropped on the floor leaving me only with my panty and bra."Lucas, what are you doing? Someone might see us." I tried to protest, but the smug smirk spreading out
Arya's POV.We had barely stepped into the room, when Lucas swiftly lifted me off the floor into his arms, using his leg to kick the door close."Lucas, really?" I couldn't hold back my laughter. "You don't know what you do to me babydoll." He growled against my ear, hastening his steps towards the bed.He gently dropped me on the bed and rested my head on the pillow, then climbed on, laying in between my legs. Slowly he captured my lips in a deep kiss."Are you okay?" He asked softly as he broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. "Yeah" I muttered under my breath.Though I was super delighted to be finally getting what I have craved for the past few days, but somehow I was a bit scared too, it's my first time and I couldn't help but wonder how it's gonna turn out to be."I will be extremely gentle," he replied as though he could hear my thought.He placed his hands on both sides of my head and kissed me gently.Shivers ran through my body as I felt his hand reach out for my boobs a
Hailey's POV.I woke up before my alarm.No surprise there.Sleep had been... impossible. My mind had played reruns of that moment in the convenience store like a TV stuck on one channel. The way Zayn had looked at me. The slight smirk in his voice. His name. His actual name. I must’ve whispered it into the pillow at least twelve times before finally passing out.Now it was morning. And Brown Lights Academy wasn’t going to wait for me to get my act together.I dressed slowly, nervously. The school uniform surprisingly fit more than I had expected. I stood in front of the mirror longer than I should’ve, trying to decide if I looked effortlessly cool or like I was trying way too hard.Mom drove me in silence, occasionally glancing at me like she wanted to say something but didn’t want to ruin the mood. I appreciated that.Brown Lights looked different in the daylight. Less intimidating. But still full of expensive cars, polished students, and girls who walked like they were born to run
Hailey's POV I don’t know what pushed me to step outside.Maybe it was the walls closing in again, the repulsive air of my room pressing against my ribs. Or maybe it was the way my mom kept tiptoeing around me, pretending everything was okay when it obviously wasn’t. Either way, something inside me screamed for fresh air.So, I slipped on sneakers, tied my hoodie tighter, and stepped out. No grand plan. No dramatic playlist in my ears. Just me, wandering into a neighborhood I hadn’t bothered to explore yet.The streets here were a different kind of quiet than back home. Clean sidewalks, lined with little trees that looked like they were auditioning for a catalog. Everything was so put together it made me feel even more out of place.I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Just movement. Just something different.I kept walking until I saw something.A small corner shop with a neon “OPEN” sign buzzing in the window. My stomach grumbled quietly.... I hadn’t eaten anything since ce
Kiara's POV."I have an idea, let's do something different, how about truth or dare?""Okay? Sounds interesting, you go first.""Fine. I dreamt you sat on my face. Pinned me down. Wouldn't let me breathe till you came all over my face. Woke up leaking like a pathetic mess. Couldn't even move." My thighs clenched. The image of him, whatever face I made him out to be, buried between my legs, tongue desperate and greedy, fists clenched fuck. That hit hard."Okay... You won that round. Second, truth or dare?" I sent. "Truth. But you better make it hurt." "What's your biggest kink?"Mental control. Getting someone to cum with just my voice. Just words. No hands. No touching. I love being inside their head. Watching them squirm. Making them beg just by telling them what to feel, exactly what I'm doing with you." My lips parted. My nipples were stiff beneath my shirt already.I was already squirming under my sheets. My panties clung damp between my legs."You... That's fucked up. And so
Hailey's POV. The drive back home felt longer than usual. My head was in a state of chaos and it was all because of him.I couldn’t get his face out of my head.I had only seen him for a second, maybe two, before Mom dragged me out. There was something... familiar about him, even though I’d never seen him before.Maybe it was the way his hair fell over his forehead, just a little too long, or how his eyes, those brief, shadowed eyes, looked calm.Maybe he looked like someone I knew back in California but I really doubt that. I couldn't stop replaying that fleeting moment over and over.Who was he?I didn’t even catch his name. I had been too caught up in my own anxiety. I really wanted to know who he was.I wanted to know why seeing him made my heart stutter like it had forgotten how to beat.I leaned against the car seat, pressing my back against it and letting out a slow breath.What was it about him?Maybe it was the way the world seemed to tilt just slightly when our eyes coll
Hailey’s POV.A week.Seven whole days since we moved.You’d think that might be enough time for me to at least unpack or open the blinds or look around the neighborhood. But no. I stayed in my room like it was a bunker and the rest of the world was at war. The most I did was drag myself to the kitchen for water or snacks, and even that felt like crossing enemy lines.I didn’t care about the house fridge or the stupid backyard with trimmed hedges that looked like they belonged in a brochure.I don't want any of that."Wakey wakeey, sunshine." Aiden's text was the first to wake me up. "Hey." I simply texted him. "Are you still pissed about moving?""Very much so.""C'mon, try to let it go, and enjoy the city." "But I won't be able to see you again." "What made you so sure that I lived in California and you could find me there?" That seemed to strike a bell. "I don't know, I just had a feeling." A knock suddenly came on the door before I could get his next message. “Hailey,” mom
Hailey's POV.The plane had barely landed before I was itching to disappear. Not into a new place or new beginning like everyone kept saying... but to dissolve. Just vanish. Because arriving didn’t feel like an arrival at all.I clutched the strap of my backpack tighter, head down, ignoring everything, my parents. Everything . It all made me sick.The drive from the airport took another eternity. I didn’t care about the clean streets or the fact that the weather here was “nicer.” My chest ached like a balloon filled too tightly, ready to burst with the slightest jab.When we finally pulled up to the new house... big, modern, ugly in its perfection... I didn’t wait for anyone. I grabbed my duffel bag, ignored Dad’s attempt at a half smile, and walked straight in without a word.I stomped up the stairs, turning corners I wasn't used to, passing empty rooms and unfamiliar walls. I picked the room at the end of the hall just because it was farthest away from everyone. It didn’t matter
Hailey’s POV.The rain had started just as we left the house, the kind of rain that blurred everything... buildings, streets, even emotions. It matched the heaviness pressing against my chest as I sat in the back seat of the car, silent, still, and aching in ways I couldn’t yet explain. I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t.Outside, the familiar streets greeted me. Trees I used to race past on my bike stood tall and wet, their leaves seemed to be whispering silent goodbyes. Mr. Howard’s bookstore with the bell that never worked right, the little coffee shop where Marissa , Liam and I used to cram for tests and gossip over muffins too dry and coffee too bitter. Everything looked softer in the rain, like the city was crying with me.Mom glanced at me through the rearview mirror. She didn’t say anything either. Maybe she saw the tears that had started to slide down my cheeks. Maybe she didn’t. I didn’t bother to wipe them away.This was it. We were really leaving.Dad’s transfer came three w
Third book alert!SEXT PARTNER.Hailey's parents moved to a new city due to job promotion and she transfers to a new school, only to discover that her secret sext partner was the hottest boy in school, and he was dating the hottest girl in school as well. She stood no chance of having him, but what if she was underestimating the intense hold she had over him. Chapter one."You know I'd really love to see you!" His text popped up on my phone just as I plopped down on the bed. "Well, I am not what you call the perfect lady!" I texted immediately. "I highly doubt that." His reply came and I chuckled to myself. Aiden and I bumped into each other in a weird app, exchanged numbers and have been keeping each other's company intimately, since then. We haven't met, neither have we seen each other. Our interaction was strictly over text and I think we are both okay with that. We are both 18 and in 12th grade."We will eventually see each other someday you know." He texted. "Yeah?" "Yes
Chloe's POV. The moment I stepped out of the elevator and into the wide, glass paneled lobby of Hayes’s firm, I felt like I was trespassing on a dangerous ground.I continued to feverishly put one feet after another, my footsteps thumping in sync with the unease curling in my stomach. I hadn't seen Hayes in days. Not since... the party. Not since the bathroom. Not since he found out. My heart clenched at the thought.The receptionist looked up with a warm smile that faltered the second she recognized me.“Um... Miss Chloe. I’m not sure if Mr. Hayes is available”“Please.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quickly. “Just let him know I’m here. I won’t stay long. I promise.”She hesitated, clearly torn between professional courtesy and the pitiful look on my face. Eventually, she picked up the phone and dialed.A moment passed. Then two.Finally, she looked up at me with an apologetic glance. “He said… he’s busy.”“I’ll wait,” I said stubbornly and sat on the plush leather couc