Todos os capítulos de MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Her heart was thumping unsteadily now, her body reacting to the promise contained in his words in a way that made total nonsense of her vow to herself to remain in control."You as good as said that you aren’t into virgins," she reminded him."You aren’t a virgin any more. Look, the reality is that whether we like it or not, there’s a sexual attraction between us that I’m prepared to admit is far stronger than I’d allowed for. It’s certainly strong enough to have kept me awake at night wanting you whilst I’ve been away—wanting only you. We both know the score: no long-term relationship, no commitment, no emotional trauma. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t be bed partners. My guess is that you want me every bit as much as I want you, and my proposition to you is that we give ourselves a break and ride the wave together rather than fight against it. The kind of intense sexual hunger we’re experiencing burns itself out quickly once it's satisfied. Right now, by resisting it, all we’re

Arni had been right. As the days had turned into weeks and the weeks into months—three of them, to be exact—there had been many wonderful times. There had been night after night during which she had thought she had climbed the heights, only to discover those heights had been mere foothills of pleasure.Orla admitted she was a very eager student—his pleasure was hers, and hers was his.There had been nights when they had lain on the divans and Arni had shown her the beautifully illustrated plates in the ancient copy of the Kama Sutra he had told her he had bought as a young man in a bazaar. It had originally been the property of a maharaja whose library had been sold, he had explained to her, and was of immense cultural and financial value.He had read the text to her, his voice sensually soft and erotic as he stroked the words as delicately as he stroked her skin. Uncertainly at first, but then with growing confidence, Orla studied the illustrated plates whilst Arni encouraged her to

She just hoped that her potential client kept their appointment, Orla thought as she walked through the entrance of the expensive and very exclusive boutique hotel suggested by the client as a meeting place. Far too exclusive and discreet to have anything as commercial as a foyer, its entrance hall was more like the entrance to a private home.An elegantly dressed woman wearing what Orla suspected might be Chanel greeted her and suggested that she might like to wait in a private sitting room, overlooking their equally private garden.The hotel had been designed by a very well-known design team and showed all their hallmark touches. Orla was impressed and envious.It had been six weeks since she had left India, and each one of them had felt like its own special version of hell.Things had to get better. She had to get better. And she had to get over Arni. She had to stop loving him and wanting him. She had to."Hello, Orla."Arni! She stood up, and then had to sit down again as her leg

New story alert!!!TITLE: Claimed by the Greek LordKassandra Jeno collapsed onto the plastic chair behind her small desk, her knees buckling out from under her. The red stamp spelling out "REJECTED" on the application form blurred in front of her eyes. Her heart squeezed painfully as she fingered the flat sketches on her drawing board, the possibility of seeing her creation take form now evaporating like a puff of smoke.Sweat ran down her back, the slow whir of the ceiling fan scraping against her nerves. She ran her cramped fingers over her neck, feeling the muscles tighten with tension.Mrs. Petru, the buying manager for a retail store, had given Kassandra only two months to create her first collection, and all Kassandra had now were flat sketches. And as she had to do everything herself instead of contacting a factory like she did for the fashion house, every minute was important.The most important of those being the funds she requires to source raw materials, There were a hundr

She pulled herself up and kissed her companion’s smooth, almost boyish jaw and whispered "sorry."It wasn’t the poor guy’s fault that he had no knowledge of who she was, or he wouldn’t have dared to touch her. He would have sidled away from her, treating her like a pariah as the rest of the crowd had done once Kal had walked by, his gray gaze devouring her with unhurried interest. Once they had all realized she was Kassandra Jeno Timandros, prisoner and possession of Darian Timandros, she was not to be looked at or even spoken to, especially by another man.Because Tobias, her one friend who hadn’t turned away from her, who had tried to contact her even after Rhode’s death and her marriage, had ended up in jail on some trumped-up charges Darian and that equally arrogant Kal had fabricated out of thin air.The depth of her hatred for Darian left her shaking uncontrollably.A steel band wound around her waist and jerked her away from the stranger. Maybe he was even a teenager, she thoug