Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Laura.My phone pings with a text beside my desktop, and I quickly halt typing, pick it up, and read.“Girl, I think your boyfriend’s about to propose to you today! Congratulations!”A startled gasp sneaks out of my mouth. The phone falls from my grip, drawing the attention of my co-workers, Martin and Gray.They give me a weird look, and I chuckle half-heartedly.“Are you okay, Laura?” They chorus.“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Totally,” I grin and cut my gaze away from them.I can’t believe what I just read! Liam is proposing today? Oh my god!My boyfriend has finally decided to seal our love forever.I pick my phone back up and reread the text from Tessa, my cousin’s friend who works in the jewelry store a few meters away from Liam’s house.And yep, she’s sent a picture for proof.I look at the ring, glinting off the sunlight, and spot a bright smile tipping up my lips.Another text comes in.“And it’s a ten-carat diamond ring, Laura! I’m so happy for you!”I stop to breathe completely, bli

My vision has never been this blurry before. It’s a wonder how I don’t crash into anyone while driving.Thirty minutes later, I reach our small townhouse on Western Avenue.The house rent costs an arm and a leg, but since I’m sharing it with Maisie, it’s fair.She was the first to come up with the idea of us leaving our grandma to move to L.A. and live our lives as adults.And here we are, living it.While I’m introverted, Maisie’s wild. At least, since we moved to L.A., she has been with thirty guys, including the sheriff who lives opposite us.I guess her kind of work makes it easy for her. Maisie is a freelance stripper.So while I’m at work during the day, she’s at home entertaining her boyfriends, and then once it’s seven at dusk, she leaves for work.I puff a breath, gather whatever’s within reach, and shove out of the car, slamming it shut.A little stride across the asphalt leads me in front of the steps. I maneuver it nonchalantly and slide my key into the door.The moment I

The man, Shark, stares at me like he’s one inch away from devouring me. The cigar between his lips puffs out tiny smoke that wafts over my face. The nicotine clouds my lungs.I twirl my hips over his toned thighs. Energy pulsates from his body. It seeps into mine like the possessive fists of a lover. It clenches my core.The music pounds, all brass and bass, and I rock myself on him, pretending to own the moment, but in truth, Shark owns it.He hasn’t touched me yet, but I’m already combusting at the seams, dripping like a waterfall.My nose clogs with trapped breath.I bring my fingers up and graze the air near his sharp jaw. When I try to pull my hand away, Shark grabs it.A gasp wrenches from my mouth, and I flick my eyes at him, lashes fluttering.Gently, he pulls the cigar from his lips.He puffs out a string of thick, gray smoke, crashing over my face and thickening the tension between us.My chest heaves.“Touch it, little flame,”That gruff voice again. It has to be an energy

Two weeks later.Preparing for work so late has never happened to me until today.I didn’t know when my alarm went off because of the dream I got lost in.It’s been over two weeks, yet the memories of what occurred at that sex club still torment me. Even in my dreams.Especially Shark. The huge, hot man who’s old enough to be my father.After I ran away from the club, I came straight home with a wet, quivering pussy.I couldn’t stop the throb, despite reading my favorite romance book again. I had to drop the book and focus on continuing to research my promotional project, Phoenix, but that seemed to be a bad decision.I couldn’t concentrate.At some point, I gave up and did the craziest thing ever.I masturbated with my toothbrush.My cheeks always redden whenever I remember that.I’ve never gone to such lengths before. Gosh, I’ve never really masturbated.But that’s not the problem. It’s the fact that I pictured Shark in my mind while doing it.I guess I’m starting to obsess over the

Michael.I’ve found her. The little flame who set me on fire in Sin House and fled.I’ve not been myself since she left me there, helpless. Crushed.One look at her at that booth and my brain rewired. I couldn’t think straight again.I just wanted her to put that glamorous body on me. She did, and it stoked my desire for her.At that moment, I fucking felt alive. Her body and sweet scent lured me in.And when she put my cock in that sweet mouth of hers, I went straight to ninth heaven.She blew me up, and I became pliant in her hands.No woman had ever owned before, but she did then. She fucking set the pace and owned it— owned me.She barely said a word to me then, probably to hide her voice so I wouldn’t recognize it, but I remember the sonorous sound of her moans.Oh, it’s been the music I replayed in my mind for the past two weeks I’ve been hunting her.Yes, hunting.If she thought I wouldn’t find her, she was wrong. I’ll burn billions to find her in whichever part of the world sh