Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Olivia I've never loved my fiancé. No matter how much I've tried to bring myself to. I feel nothing. Maybe because I'm just a piece given to him for whatever business my father has gotten into again. Or because I caught him kissing his secretary twice. He said it was only a kiss, nothing more. He loves me instead. Even though nothing in me believed his words, I stayed because I needed to. My father says it's my duty to him for everything he has provided for me. I've always been his little pawn in some bigger picture. A business deal, some contract, whatever is good for business. I'm good for business.I clutch my black purse tighter as I make my way to my fiance's doorstep. Asher O’Neill was a better option than the rest. Tall, blue eyes with a muscular build any woman would drool over. Other than my father's selfish reasons, Asher's looks made it easier to agree to this marriage. I'm sure he's no different than the others, a scum with a dick that never stays in his pants. My heart

Leonard “I own you tonight.”I let a stranger into my home even though I know I shouldn't. But my senses be damned with those lips of hers. I never want to stop tasting them. She moans softly into my mouth and I can already feel my bulge through my jeans. My dick hard as fuck. I keep my lips on hers as I shut my front door. I'm glad the lights are off or I could risk everything on this job. My identity and mission. I slide fingers up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her underwear. She gasps into my mouth as I cup her pussy. She's all wet for me as I rub my finger on her opening through the thin material. Her tongue tastes like expensive liquor. A bitter-sweet sensation that drives me insane. My dick doing all the thinking now. The moment I had my eyes on her from the bar, I knew I wanted my mouth everywhere on her. Her lips, sweet pussy. I bet she'd taste like heaven. A groan erupts from my throat as she slides her fingers down and grips my erection through my pants. “I want you

Leonard I can't remember the last time I had a good sleep. It has always been hours and hours of draining myself in work with barely enough hours to get some rest. I've been pushing for a promotion for months now and I'm working my ass off to earn it. Nick's call ruined the one cheat day I had. But I'm grateful he did or I would have missed my appointment with Asher O’Neill. Memories of last night linger in my head as I sit in the waiting room. She was out of my apartment before I woke up. All I have left is her scents on my sheets. No number or even a name. I'm hoping I bump into her again at the bar. I plan to visit later tonight. “Mr O’Neill will be right with you, sir,” the secretary, dressed in a tight knee-length black gown, says. Her lips are red and plump. Reminds me of a cherry. “Thank you,” I nod in response. She holds my gaze for a long second as she flips her hair backwards. I put some extra effort in my appearance today for this meeting. A tailored dark blue suit with

Olivia Something doesn't feel right. But I can't tell what it is. There's an unsettling feeling in my gut I try to ignore. Why does this stranger want to know everything about my ex-fiance? Who is he? “But why?” I study his eyes carefully as my suspicion grows. “Why do you want revenge?”He grins when I stay mute.“Great. We have a deal then?” he continues.“Yes, we do.”“Alright, a quick run down, I pretend to be in a relationship with you while in return, you give me useful information on him.”“Yes,” I breathe. Almost regretting this already. His lips widened into a full smile. “So do we shake or….”I grimace.“No, we don't have to.”He retracts his stretched arm and face it up in defeat. “Alright…alright.”“We need to set rules so none of us gets carried away,” I say.“I'm listening.” he takes another sip of the coke. “You can't flirt with any other lady. Especially when we're together.” “But what if they flirt with me?” he grins.I hate his eyes. They are grey and sedu

Olivia I know better than this. I know better than to let my pulse quicken when Liam walks me to the car, his dark hair slightly tousled from the wind outside. I know better than to notice how his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at me. And I definitely know better than to feel this flutter in my chest from the kiss.It had been two days since the charity gala and yet, I could not get myself to stop thinking of the night. The kiss. It wasn't our first kiss. Or the first time he held him. But I felt every jolt with his skin pressed to mine. My fingers instinctively touch my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut and force them open, shaking my head aggressively. “No…no.” I slide off my bed to go to the bathroom. The cold water calms my nerves as I splash it on my face. His words replay in my head. What was I thinking, letting my emotions get the better part of me? My stomach clenches in disgust. I feel so stupid to even get jealous over a man that I barely know–isn't mine. I