Beautiful, Sexy, and Bullshit

Flashback.His chest looked almost inhuman.I swear, no man has any moral right to look like that at breakfast. His muscles were neatly defined, thin ridges casting natural shadows where the morning sun hit. His skin was golden, still a little damp from the sea, rising and falling with breaths that somehow never sounded like he was out of breath.I do not understand how God could hand out perfect genes, fortune, and a face capable of wrecking morals all to one person without intending to create a public hazard.Zane Romano made no sense. And the worst part? He knew it.I swallowed the last of my tea, which had gone lukewarm toward sour, then stood and pulled my shirt off. The sun was getting intense. The air warmed sharp, turning a fabric that had felt comfortable into a personal sauna.I folded his shirt and set it on the chair, then walked aft and opened the small fridge built into the wood paneling. Inside were cold water bottles, pineapple juice, and two cans of sparkling lemonade

Last Updated : 2025-09-13

Ricotta, Regret, and Really Hot Guys

The night sky outside the suite window was actually pretty. But nothing feels pretty when your whole stomach acts like it’s on a backwards roller coaster while singing the Colombian national anthem.I curled up on the bed, my face pressed to the cold pillow, breaths catching between little moans that kept getting more dramatic. My whole body trembled; my skin was hot like a cheap toaster left on. Cold sweat mixed with fake tears, and yeah, I was pretty sure I was half dying.“I want to go home,” I mumbled, not knowing who I was talking to. “Bring me lasagna… the ricotta lasagna from that restaurant in Rome… the one whose tomato sauce does not stab feelings.”Sheena burst out laughing. “She’s delirious. Hear that, Win? Lasagna.”I opened my eyes and, through the fog, saw Winona sitting cross-legged on the other bed, rubbing balm into the soles of my bare feet with dedicated care. “You know whose fault this is, right?” she asked.“Zane,” I hissed, looking at Winona. “It’s all his fault…

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

I’m Sick, Not Six

FlashbackMy eye were heavy, like they’d been through a brawl with life overnight. I let out a slow breath through my nose and blinked, sluggishly.This ceiling wasn’t ours. The walls were too pristine, the curtains too luxurious, and the scent in the air... far too expensive to be a simple room spray. Wood, masculine, and some cologne that honestly should’ve been illegal.I turned my head, careful.The blanket was soft like it had been spun by angels. The sheets were silk-smooth. The air conditioning was perfect, not too cold, not too warm. But my wrist—“Oh, shit.”A clear tube poked from the back of my hand, hooked up to an IV pole beside the bed. The fluid dripped at an annoyingly lazy rhythm, like it knew I hated it.I glanced toward the window.Ocean.Still the ocean.The waves rocked gently, like they were trying to lull me back to sleep. But I wasn’t fooled. This wasn’t a guest suite. This wasn’t even the medical bay, like I’d assumed.There was a black grand piano in the corn

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

Disaster, and a Damn Good Jawline

FlashbackThat ceiling wasn’t unfamiliar. But it was too luxurious to be mine.I squinted. The air felt too crisp, too scented, and the sheets brushing against my legs? Like something cursed by angels. When I shifted and rolled over slowly, I saw him.Zane.Lying on his back, bare chest rising and falling like he had zero debt and even fewer regrets. His hair was a mess, but of course, still looked like a cologne ad. His left arm rested over part of his face, while the half-open curtains cast a sliver of light right across his jaw.I didn’t move. Just stared.And somehow, something crawled up my chest. Not a cough. Not the remnants of a sea allergy. Something worse.Feelings.Shit.I shook my head hard and got out of bed. My body felt light, my head no longer a brick. The meds and ten hours of sleep had done their job. I remembered vaguely Theo (the doctor) had explained something before I knocked out again. The IV was gone now.I took a deep breath and slipped out of the suite.The o

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

All Chapters of His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 74

Beautiful, Sexy, and Bullshit

Ricotta, Regret, and Really Hot Guys

I’m Sick, Not Six

Disaster, and a Damn Good Jawline