Does 'Dinner For Two' Have A Sequel Or Series?

I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me. He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!" That was it. I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?" My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750. "Your boyfriend said you're paying for both. Cash or credit, miss?" Shawn Goodall put that impossible bill on my tab and called himself my boyfriend? Unbelievable! I called him, utterly incensed. Yet, he had the gall to say, "Get the receipt and claim it from finance." Then, he hung up. The waiter was going to call the cops if I didn't pay up, so I had no choice but to accept this bitter defeat. I was trying to claim the money the next day, but the cops arrested me instead. "Shawn Goodall died at midnight and was found in his house. You're his girlfriend and the last person he met. You're coming with us."

During the holiday break, my wife, Jayda Glover—the hospital's star surgeon and Chief of Cardiac Surgery—suddenly "had to work overtime." Our third-anniversary hot springs trip? Canceled. That night, I was scrolling social media when a post from her intern, Dillon Tripp, popped up. My ice-queen wife always said her "golden hands" were only for patients. Apparently, they cook now too. She was in a cartoon apron, calmly chopping vegetables. The caption read: [Thank you, Dr. Glover, for personally cooking to comfort me after I was bullied by a patient's family!] I tapped like and left a comment. [White coat to apron. Very domestic.] Ten minutes later, the whole hospital knew Cardiac Surgery's untouchable beauty had broken her rule—just to cook for a younger guy. Jayda called. Dishes clattered in the background. "You really had to embarrass me in public? He got hot water thrown on him by a patient's family today. I was just doing my duty as his mentor! "A pampered professor's kid like you wouldn't know the first thing about how hard broke med students have it. "Apologize to Dillon right now. Otherwise, no matter how much you beg later, I'm not going on that trip with you!" Beg her? I looked at the divorce papers that had just arrived on the coffee table and let out a quiet laugh. I wasn't begging anymore. From this moment on, we were strangers.

(**SEQUEL TO PLAYBOY REHAB**) The feeling of rejection does not sit well for both Sebastian Harrison, new CEO of Harrison inc., and Leslie King, his personal publicist. As Sebastian's sudden motives start to grow more and more insensitive, Leslie is driven to change from the self proclaimed door mat that everyone runs to, to a woman who knows herself and what she wants in life. And what she wants, is the Sebastian Harrison she knew and loved, and Leslie is willing to play whatever game he is brewing up to get him back. But, with a little self discovery to her roots and digging through Sebastian's to find the truth, she finds herself in a deeper situation and a more difficult game with players she never intended to go against. The question is, is Sebastian Harrison worth the risk?

Our elders always advice us to stay from our enemies but what will if they themselves arranged the marriage with your enemy. Same happened with Krisha and Abeer. Abeer is an IAS officer with good looks , sense of humor and little bit of aggression. On the other hand Krisha is a lawyer with full of sarcasm and beauty a perfect combination. She is confident lady. The question is how did they become enemies? And will they able survive in this arrange marriage. Or it will turned out into complete disaster?

After returning to my in-laws' home for Christmas Eve dinner with my wife, Winona Zachary, only my mother-in-law, Jenny Stroll, was busy while the others were all on their phones. I had just sat down when Jenny started cursing, "They just sit there and wait to eat. They didn't even offer to help. Are they trying to exhaust me?" She would even slam the pots and pans from time to time. "How heartless for young people to let an elderly person like me serve them!" I felt a bit restless and nudged Winona. "Maybe you should go help her?" Jenny's insults escalated after hearing that. Remembering it was my first time spending Christmas at my in-laws' house and not wanting things to get too ugly, I got up to help. However, Jenny dumped everything on me as soon as I entered the kitchen. Suppressing my anger, I finished cooking dinner, served it, and got ready to eat. Jenny suddenly spoke up. "Wait, we need to settle some accounts before we eat."

At eighteen, all of Riley’s friends had shifted and found their wolves. Now, at twenty, Riley had yet to experience that beautiful transformation she had dreamed of her entire life. Along with her family’s poverty, her father’s absence and her mother’s unspeakable reputation, her inability to transform led everyone to believe she was cursed, doomed never to have her wolf or find her mate. Then, everything changed. The most desired twin Alphas of the city, began to show interest in her. As both Alphas vied for her attention, Riley sighed in relief, thinking her happily ever after was finally within reach. But her joy was short-lived. She soon discovered that the Alphas had used her to further their own schemes. Devastated beyond measure, Riley suddenly experienced the transformation she had longed for—she shifted and found her wolf. The next day, she learned that the two Alphas were actually her mates. Faced with the truth, she questioned if she could accept mates who had played with her emotions and made her suffer. Determined to escape, Riley made a bold move to flee. Tragically, one wrong step in her desperate escape led to her death. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Riley was given a second chance; her soul was brought back to life. But under what consequences?