12 - What IfIvy“Hi!” “Uh, hello.” I stood beside Aiden and waved at the girl who was holding a box of—“These are cupcakes.” She shoved them in Aiden’s hands and smiled at both of us. “I’m your neighbor, Mia Miller. Nice to meet you.”“Aiden Stone,” he said firmly. “This is Ivy and—” His phone rang in the kitchen and he offered an apology to both of us, “Sorry, I’ve got to take that.”As soon as he was out of the earshot, Mia looked at me and said, “Your husband is so hot!”I shook my head, heat creeping up my neck. “Aiden is not my husband.”She raised her brow and looked at the man on the phone in the hallway and back at me. “He wants to be, by the way he was looking at you.”I turned redder. She looked a few years younger than me, with shoulder length dark hair and bright green eyes that twinkled with mischief. “Mia!” Someone yelled her name, and it was amusing to see Mia turn red when she turned around to see a man near an expensive, sleek car. “I brought your favorite puddin

14 - SweetIvy“That was not nice, Petal.” Aiden’s deep voice brushed through my ear, his body pressing against my back. I whimpered, his sharp face staring at me through the reflection in the mirror. “Teasing me like that. Wearing this skimpy dress.”I nodded, too embarrassed and flustered to say anything. How could I? He had lunged at me when I had tried on the dress, wrapping his hand around my throat and shutting us both in the cramped place of the dressing room. “Aiden,” I breathed. “What if someone finds us?”When I had told him about going to buy a dress for Zara and Hayden’s wedding, I didn’t think he would want to come with me shopping for a dress. He must have important work to do, but he offered to come along, telling me it was another reason to see me all dressed up in different clothes and then unwrapping me from them as if I was his personal present. Aiden pulled back, turning me around. He wasn’t letting me go. No, he was removing the dark blue tie he was wearing. My

Bonus SceneIvy“And this is Prince Samir,” Zayed, the charming Sheikh of Azmia, introduced us and the Prince tried his best to ignore looking at him. “He’s still moping because I tried to seduce him and we were about to kiss when—”“Are you scaring Samir again?” A honeyed voice walked towards us, the stunning blonde wrapping her arm around the dimpled Sheikh who looked at her like she was the treasure he wanted to find. “Ignore whatever spews out of his mouth, I do it too. I’m Elena, Zara has told me so much about you.”I liked her the best, especially when she hugged me and saved me from her husband’s antics. Zara had warned me that Azmia and their people were loud but I was sure that Sheikh Zayed was another specie. We had arrived in Azmia, one of the most powerful and richest countries in the Middle East, and living in Sheikh Zayed’s mansion as the famous Golden Palace was still in work after the recent events. Zara’s family was very kind and made me feel like one of them every t

2 - You’re HotMia“And wrong answer, princess.”I swallowed the lump in my throat when he neared me, his tall height looming over me. He seemed so put together, I hated it. Absolutely loathed it. I was soaked from my head to toe and my shoes squelched when I moved while he looked untouched from the rain. There I was looking like a wet sock while wearing wet socks, and he looked like he just walked out of an Abercrombie cover shoot.“W-what are you going to do?” I did not mean to stutter. Stuttering was for the weak, but I’d be lying if I said his closeness didn’t affect me. And he smelt so, so good. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff. Even ask about the cologne he used so I could buy it like a little creep and spray it all over my bed and roll around in it. Yep. There was definitely something in my drinks. “I’m going to fuck you.”“What?” My lips parted as a car zoomed by and wetness seeped out of me, making my already wet underwear wetter. “You sure… you want to do tha

4 - Porn Star NameMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s bestfriend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday—fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinches my hard little nipples between his fingers.A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes, h