All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THE UNWELCOME GUESTALEXANDEREverything was all smiles and little charter as Isabella walked beside me like the price that she is. Until she stopped dead in her tracks, her face white like she had seen a ghost.One moment she was smiling up at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. The next, she had gone rigid as her hand on my arm tightened. Her breath caught, the same time her face was drained of color.At first, I tried to talk to her, ask her if she was okay, but she was no longer in the room with us. So I followed her gaze.Across the ballroom, near the bar, a man stood watching us. He was young, in a dark suit, and a glass of champagne in his hand. He had this huge grin on his face I found repelling and almost annoying.I looked back to Isabella and the horror on her face told me just one thing. This young man might be her boyfriend. I focused my gaze on him again, and the repulsion in my stomach was so great I was almost puking.So this is the almighty ‘boyfriend’?Mys to

JUST A LITTLE ESCAPEISABELLAWhen your head is too fool and you have too many thoughts coming in all at once, you're sentenced to suffer a very sleepless night.I laid still, staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes until I could breathe again.Julien's arm was draped over my waist as his breath hit my neck slowly and evenly. He had fallen asleep within minutes his body hit the mattress and when I later laid in bed, he drew me closer, draping his hand over my waist.I tried to sleep, forced my eyes close, slowed my breathing and emptied my mind. But every time I drifted off, I saw Élise. Her finger trailing down Alexander's chest and her voice calling him that little nickname I've never heard before.I hated to admit that I liked the name.And that kept my thoughts and mind in a loop, keeping me wide awake even at 2:47 am in the morning.I slid out from under Julien's arm as carefully as I could, trying not

THE MORNING AFTERISABELLAI woke to sunlight, the bright, golden glare of mid-morning, streaming through the curtains and cutting across the bed to warm my face. I blinked, disoriented, my mind still foggy with sleep.Alexander's arm was wrapped around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm on my neck. His body was curled around mine, just the way he'd been holding me all night.And that's when it clicked.I jolted awake.Shit!" I sat up too fast, my heart hammering as my eyes went wide. The room was bright, and the clock on his nightstand read 8:47 AM.Alexander stirred beside me, his arm falling away. He made a low sound, something between a groan and a hum, and his hand reached out blindly, finding my thigh.What's wrong?" His voice was thick with sleep, the kind of voice that belonged behind closed curtains and red rooms.My stomach flipped, the voice sending waves through my

JUST ENOUGH TO DRIVE ME INSANE ALEXANDER How do you explain how you feel about a woman you shouldn't even be feeling for at all? How do you explain that your chest constricts when you see her with another man and you want to chop his hand off? How do you explain to your daughter that you fell in love with her best friend. Yeah… it's a shitty situation to find yourself. And there is only one thing to do in situations like this… Just live in the fucking moment. Live until you're almost insane. My hands were firmly on her waist as I used my tongue to do wild things to get nipples. I could feel her shiver under my touch as her little moans slipped into my ears, making my dick even more harder than it already was. Her fingers dug into my hair again, pulling at the strands. From his much she was pulling, I was supposed to feel pain on my scalp. But I wasn't. One of my hands left her waist, trailing the skin down to her waist and in-between her legs. And God! She was dripping. Enough

THE TRUTH BETWEEN THEMALEXANDERI looked at Camille, observing her tear-streaked cheeks and the way she was holding herself together like glass about to shatter. She wanted the truth, and she deserved it.But what truth was she asking for?Anything," I said. "Ask me anything.She was quiet for a moment, her fingers tightening around the glass. She set it down on the windowsill and turned to face me fully.Why does she make me feel like this?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Mum. Why does she have the power to undo me in five minutes? I haven't seen her in years, and countless times, I've told myself I didn't care, that I was over it. And then she shows up, smiling, calling me ma chérie. And I'm twelve years old again, begging her to stay.I reached for her hand, taking it in mine.Because she's your mother," I said. "And no matter how old you get, no matter how many years pass, that never stops matterin