Arya's POV.The second Lucas climbed into the car, I couldn't resist leaning in to place a quick kiss on his lips. His lips curled into a smug smirk, as if he had been expecting it.“You can’t bear to see me go, can you?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.I rolled my eyes at him, but my body betrayed me as I kissed him again, slower this time. “drive safely,” I murmured against his lips.His fingers brushed against my waist, slipping beneath the silk of my top just to feel my skin. “I would, but I’m kind of tempted to rule off work today, and take you back inside,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss at the corner of my mouth before pulling away."Oh please," I rolled my eyes at him.Almost immediately, their was a loud horn from the gate and the gatekeeper rushed to pull the gate open, my attention was pulled away as I focused on the car driving in. And then.... “OH MY GOD!”I barely had time to process anything as I saw a familiar face stepping out of the black car. Ke
Arya’s POV.The faint scent of Lucas's cologne stirred me awake. I blinked my eyes open, my body still pleasantly sore from the night before, and turned my head toward the other side of the bed... only to find it empty.A pout formed on my lips. Where is he? I could literally feel him around, his cologne is all over my nose. I stretched lazily, the sheets slipping off my bare shoulder, letting my gaze wander toward the full length mirror across the room. That’s when I saw him.Lucas stood in front of the mirror, fixing the cuffs of his white shirt, his sleeves pushed halfway up, revealing his toned forearms. His dark slacks sat perfectly on his hips, his belt still undone as he adjusted his shirt.God, how did he manage to look this good so early?A slow, mischievous smile curled on my lips, an idea suddenly looming over my head. How about I play his flirtatious role for a little bit? I stretched my arms over my head, making a little noise that was part yawn, part invitation. "Mmm,
Arya’s POV.Stepping out of the car, my heart pounded with an uncontainable thrill, as Lucas reached to grab my hand, leading us into the building. The massive glass building in front of me shimmered under the sun like a polished gem, unbelievably high into the sky. My lips parted in disbelief as my gaze landed the golden sign that gleamed proudly at the entrance: LUXCORP ENTERPRISES.My heart almost stopped. No. No way. LUXCORP ENTERPRISES?! The same one I had seen featured in countless business magazines. The same empire I had watched on TV, its growth and influence unmatched in the corporate world. The wealthiest and most powerful private company, shrouded in mystery because the CEO had never revealed his face to the media.And that CEO… was Lucas Griffin.My goodness gracious.I turned to look at him in absolute awe. He was already walking forward, his legs moving with effortless confidence, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders perfectly. Every step he took radiated aut
Arya's POV.He leaned forward, his breathe heavy against my ear, sending shivers throughout me, his hands pushing up the hem of my skirt until his fingers graze over the fabric covering my slit, feeling the moist patch that had now formed. I sucked in a sharp breath at the contact."You called for this babydoll." He whispered, his voice thick with need as he carried me off the desk, towards the couch.I could feel his cock straining against his slacks, begging for release.I squeeze my eyes shut, deep wave of sensations coursing through me. His hand slipped under the waistband of my panties, cupping my mound firmly before sliding one finger inside of me. I buck against it voluntarily, gasping at the intrusion. His thumb rubbed slow circles around my clit as he pumps his finger deeper. It felt so good, my inner walls tightening around his finger."So wet."He slips another two digits inside of me as he fucks me with his fingers. I was trying so hard to hold in my moans so we wouldn't
Arya's POV. "I want to take you on my desk." Lucas whispered as his gaze loomed over me. "You can take me anywhere, Lucas." I bit my lips seductively. And in one swift move, he scooped me into his arms, heading towards his desk.He gently dropped me on the table, roughly pushing away the piles of files on the table and plopped down on his seat. Leaning forward, he gently placed his fingers under my chin. Lifted my face to his, and pressed his lips against mine, the excitement of the moment earthing through my body like an electric shock, a soft whimper escaping my throat as our mouths opened and our tongues entwined.After the long sensuous kiss, Lucas suddenly rose from his seat, trousers bulging outrageously as he crossed the office and with a click, locked the office door."Hold on, the door has been open ever since?" I asked, my eyes bulging open, and he nodded with a little laugh."Oh no, what if someone had entered?" I panicked. "No one would have entered babydoll, no one w
Arya's POV.It was Valentine's Day.A day filled with love, surprises, and grand romantic gestures. A day that every girl dreams of spending with the love of her life. And here I was.. alone, curled up in bed, endlessly scrolling through my phone as social media flooded with pictures of couples exchanging gifts, going on dates, and making memories.I sighed, forcing a small smile as I double tapped a picture of a gorgeous couple in matching outfits, holding hands in front of an enormous heart shaped floral arrangement. I wanted to be happy for them. I really did.But deep down, disappointment gnawed at me.Lucas had left for work early in the morning, like it was just another normal day. He didn’t mention anything about Valentine’s Day, didn’t leave a single hint that he had something planned. I kept hoping that maybe... just maybe... he’d surprise me, come home early, and spend the evening with me. Not because I wanted anything grand, but because… I just wanted him.I wanted to be
Arya’s POV.The moment the blindfold slipped away, my breath caught in my throat.I blinked, my vision adjusting to the light once again, after being in the dark for a little while.I couldn’t process what I was seeing.Right in front of me, parked in the middle of the parking lot, was a sleek, breathtaking.. blue car.Gleaming under the lights spread out in the garage, like something out of a dream. The rims sparkled, the leather seats visible through the tinted windows screamed luxury, and the bold emblem on the front confirmed that it wasn’t just any car.It was a Lamborghini Urus.My hand shot up to my mouth, my knees weakening beneath me.No.No way.I turned to Lucas, my lips trembling as I struggled to form words. "Y-You… you didn’t... His lips curled into that signature smirk, the one that always sent my heart into overdrive. "I did."A sharp gasp tore from my throat, my hands flying to my head as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over me.I staggered back. "Lucas, no.
Arya's POV."wooooooo!!!!" I screamed as I continued driving Lucas and I around excitedly. The night fell deeper and the streets became dry. Seeing that we were the only ones in the part of the street, an evil voice sounded in my head, striking an idea. Swiftly, I matched on the break, and the car came to an abrupt stop, by a nearby corner of the road. "Arya..." Lucas casted me a confused glance. "How about we officially launch my car?" I winked. "What do you mean? We just did, we've driven around, or do you have somewhere else in mind?" He replied, and I really tried to hold in my laughter but I couldn't. An uncontrollable fit of laughter bubbled through my throat as I watched his innocent looking face. Who would have thought the almighty Lucas and I would be trading roles? He is the innocent one now, and me, the daring perverted one. Oh, life is such a bitch. "Lucas, I never thought a day would come when you'd be so cluelessly innocent." I mocked, amidst my laughter.That
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
Hayes's POV.I slowly opened my eyes trying to take in the environment but it posed a big threat, my eyelids were heavy and my head too.I squeezed my eyes back shut and relaxed, I didn't care about my environment anymore, it felt safe and conducive, not even the problems I was dealing with popped up in my head, I felt at peace.I suddenly felt a presence beside me, I assumed it was Chloe, she stirred and laid her head on my chest, snuggling deeper into me, and in turn, I wrapped my arms around her, in the process, I inhaled the scent of her hair and it sent an unexplainable calmness down my spine.It suddenly occurred to me that this is in no way Chloe's scent. And Chloe and I aren't even in a good place right now for her to be sleeping beside me. My nose suddenly caught her scent again, this time, my eyes popped open in shock.And to more shock, it was an unknown lady lying on my chest, looking closely, I suddenly realized that it was the lady from the club last night.What is she
Hayes's POV.I dragged my feet frustratedly into the club and went straight to the bar section."A shot please," I said to the waiter.This will make it the second time that I will be in a buzzing underground club ready to soak myself with some really hot liquor, all for the sake of heartbreak.When am I ever going to learn huh?First it was Elisha, and now Chloe. What exactly have I done to deserve this? Have I not been loving enough? Is there something that I am not doing right? It hurts because I truly loved Chloe more than I have ever loved another woman. She really held a place in my heart. Why did she have to hurt me like this when all I have ever done was to love her unconditionally. It hurts more because despite how hard I was trying to shut her out, somehow, I just couldn't and it was infuriating the hell out of me.I should hate her, I should shut her out and cast her away from my life for hurting me so bad, but somehow, all I could think of was her wellbeing, I couldn't s
Chloe's POV. I didn’t want Hardin to drive me home.I couldn’t look at him, not right now. Not after everything that had just unraveled like a cruel twist of fate in front of Hayes... his eyes, his trembling voice, his heartbreak. all because of me. I had caused it. I had made this mess.So I stood stubbornly by the curb, trembling, refusing Hardin’s extended hand and barely meeting his eyes when he called my name with that low, frustrated murmur.“Chloe, let me at least make sure you get home safe.”I shook my head furiously. “No. Just… just go, Hardin.”He exhaled, jaw clenched, torn between anger and concern. His eyes lingered on me for a beat too long. searching, but I couldn’t let him find anything. Not now.The taxi pulled up, and I got in without another word, slamming the door shut behind me like I was sealing off every horrible choice I’d made tonight.The ride was quiet, filled only with the noises from the street as we drove by. I sat with my head leaning against the cool