NAOMI'S POVThe last thing I expected is waking up in Killian Black's bedroom. The minute I opened my eyes, I was taken back by the non-familiarity of the bedroom. This wasn't my bedroom. I don't live in a luxurious bedroom with the walls painted black. This was far from unique, this was a mansion. A luxurious Mansion. The minute my feet touched the plush carpet, I had a feeling I knew whose bedroom this is. I scanned the bedroom, glancing at every expensive piece of furniture in the room. There was a big chandelier that glowed atop my head. The bedframe was pure white, including the sheets, the pillows, and the white couch. The drapes were also plain white, and there was also a huge full-length mirror at the corner of the room. This room was bigger than my whole apartment. I nearly panicked when I found out I wasn't wearing my dress from last night, but a white buttoned-down shirt. I checked myself and my lingerie was intact. It was strange to me. And the minute I stepped in

"This is not a date, George." I repeat myself for the hundredth time to my supposedly ex. Bianca said this was a bad idea. Going out with George to this weird fancy restaurant was a bad idea. Throughout this week, George was always at my house asking for forgiveness even when I already told him I forgave him. He wanted us to be friends and I agreed. George wasn't all that bad. I don't even remember the time George has hurt me. The only problem in our relationship was his parents, throwing it at my face that I wasn't good enough for their son. And aside from his annoying parents, George was great. And when he suggested we become friends, I just thought "why not?" Bianca thought it was a bad idea. She thought that was George’s sick way of getting me back. No matter how sweet he can be sometimes, I’m never getting back with George. Our relationship didn’t turn out great, and hell will freeze over if I take him back. Not gonna happen. Almost three days ago, George showed up at my apa

" God, I've been horny since, like forever." I mutter, groaning inaudibly as I run on the treadmill. Bianca and I are in the gymnasium not too far from our apartment. We come here every other day to burn off some calories and carbs. Bianca who's running on her own treadmill close to mine chuckles." Then get laid, slut."" Pfft." I scoff. " It's not that easy and you know it."" What makes you think that?"" Well you've got Lucky and you guys are sexually active with your bodies." I point out. I pause and bite my lip as I turn to look at Bianca. " That's a thing right? Sexually active" I ask with a small smile. " Are you fucking shitting me right now? How the hell are you 24?"" Fuck you, Bia." I say and laugh. She laughs too. " Look. You know you can easily get laid. We can just go out tonight to party and have fun. You're hot, everyone knows that so you can easily get a guy." I sigh, wiping my eyebrows off my sweat. " It's not easy." I mutter. " I know. You're waiting for the

" God, this whole wedding shit is more than exhausting. I'm the best man and yet I don't know what to do." I mutter, sighing as I loosened my tie, whilst leaning back on my chair. Raymond smiles as he glances at the magazine I pushed towards him. The magazine is an idea of places for my brother's bachelor party two weeks from now. Raymond flips through it and I reach for my intercom to buzz my assistant, only to realize I don't have an assistant and I fired the last one, Kirsten." Shit." I curse, as I withdraw my hand from the intercom. Raymond looks up from the magazine and asks. " Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He asks, clearly concerned. I sigh, glancing around my floor and the workers through the one way mirror of my office. " Nothing." I wave it off. " Are you sure?" Raymond asks. He's a genuinely caring person. He cares too much and sometimes I don't like it. I don't think I even deserve Raymond's friendship. I treat him like shit sometimes despite the fact that h

Fuck it's happening. I can't believe I'm fucking kissing Naomi Alderson. I can't believe she'd give me a chance to lean in and taste her. She's fucking with my head, she's doing so many strange things to me and I don't think I can get enough of her. I just don't want this woman in my bed, I want her to be mine and mine only. I don't want to share her, I want to keep her and mark her beautiful body with my bites. My right hand holds her head still as our lips move in sync. She's putty in my arms as she moans into my mouth. Who knew she wanted to taste me this badly as much as I wanted to taste her. I suck her bottom lip, biting the flesh and groaning into her mouth. Naomi's hands are all over me, running through my torso as she tries to feel my skin through the dress shirt I'm wearing. She pulls my dress shirt out of my pants and her hands start to undo my buttons just so she can feel my skin. I let go of her neck and bring my hand to her waist. " Fuck, why are you wearing this?"