Lahat ng Kabanata ng SWEETLY DANGEROUS : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Laura's POV.I wanted to be in charge, and I wanted to watch him moan and feel things he made me feel.I flipped him over once, his eyes widened in shock Ofcourse, he must be shocked, how did a girl half his weight flip him.Damian sprawled on the king-sized bed, trying to look like the ruthless billionaire who commanded respect, but I had the intention to silently command his moans. His head tilted to his side, watching me crawl up towards him. I didn't hesitate. Leaning down, I captured his mouth in a soft kiss, he tried to hasten the pace.I stopped him by pulling away.“Not so fast Daddy,” my soft words seemed to surprise him.Damian’s arched his well shaped eyebrow. “Is that it,” he asked, his chest heaved against mine. His broad hands immediately reached for my waist, his large fingers digging in to pull me down onto his lap and take over.I swung a leg over his lap and straddled his hips, pinning him beneath me. He made to touch me but I grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands

Richard’s POV.The guy cursed under loudly, and scrambled off into the shadows of the alley.I turned back to Brenda, folding my arms across my chest.“Bastard,” she numbled, leaning against the cold brick wall, her arms crossed, staring at me with a lazy, lopsided smirk. Her hair was a little messy.I wonder how much she drank, I stared at her expressionlessly."Look at you," she slurred, her tone dripping with mockery and her expression dramatic . "Richard McCarthy, the knight. What are you doing here? You know I didn't need your help, right?" She continued."Keep talking like that and I'll call the guy back," I snapped, rubbing the back of my neck. "I don't even know why I bothered.""Exactly, trying to play a knight that saves the princess," she said, taking a shaky step forward and poking my chest with a manicured fingernail. "I was handling it. Completely handling it. You just couldn't resist playing the hero." She continued with a pout that irritated me."You were getting man

Laura’s POVMy breath hitched in my throat. I stared at the photo on my screen, my hands shaking so hard I could barely hold the device.Someone had watched me step out of the car and walk into Damien’s house. Someone has been watching me and I am suspect is still watching me.I took a deep, shuddering breath and shoved the phone deep into my purse. I couldn't break down here. Not in the middle of a crowded luxury store. Not with Brenda standing just a few feet away.I slowly turned my head, my eyes darting across the room. I looked at the woman browsing the silk scarves near the display cases. I looked at the man in the dark suit standing near the entrance. I checked the reflections in the polished glass walls.Was the stalker in this store right now? Were they watching me read the message? Right now, everyone looks suspicious. Everything around was suspicious. Every quiet movement felt like a threat. I could feel my stomach churn in unease."Brenda," I said, walking over to her. I k

Laura’s POV.Vanessa slid into the empty chair right next to Damien.I watched her. She didn't look like a guest who had dropped by on a whim and she looked like she had been here before."It’s been too long, Damian," Vanessa said, her voice smooth. She reached out, her long acrylic nails brushing against the edge of her glass. "You look tired. You’ve been working yourself too hard." She continued as if suggesting a vacation.Damian didn't look at her. He kept his head bent, cut a piece of his fish with precision, and brought it to his mouth. "I have a business to run, Vanessa.""Oh, stop it, Dad," Brenda cut in, waving her fork with a laugh. "You work throughout the day. Vanessa is right. You haven't taken a real break since forever."Brenda turned her bright, innocent eyes toward Vanessa, leaning across the table with total excitement. "Do you remember that trip to the coast five years ago?”I watched Vanessa act as if she was trying to remember what Brenda was talking about.“The

Laura’s POV.Stephen was leaning against my doorframe with a lighted cigarette between his fingers.He looked rough. His faded leather jacket was draped nonchalantly on his shoulders, his eyes glinting with mischief.He blew a puff of smoke straight into my face."Put that out," I said quietly. "You will trigger the alarm."I didn't run away from him. A stupid part of me had always liked dangerous men like Stephen. Stephen smirked, dropping the cigarette on the floor and stepping on it."Always telling me what to do," he muttered. "Are you going to let me in or what?"I opened the door and walked inside. Stephen followed me and locked the door behind us. He looked around my small living room and shook his head."Nice place," he said, jumping on my couch. "You must be making good money now."I actually do make good money, my parents are well to do and my allowance is stable. I could say I have what I wanted."What do you want, Stephen?" I asked, standing near the kitchen counter with