All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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