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Kevien Vachirawit, the handsome playboy who has broken the hearts of many women who chased him just for the chance to have a one-night stand with him, feels his life is turned upside down like a roller coaster when he meets someone who has saved him from an incident. Too bad the person just thought of Kevien as a nice friend, nothing more. Kevien, who always got what he wanted, couldn't give up so easily, because he knew, only to that person he could give his heart whole. The playboy have to work hard to win his crush's heart.

"How would that even work?" She asked looking at him."I belong to you both and you both belong me," Jason replied his eyes not being able to leave hers, I smiled knowing the feeling."Like a three way relationship?" She asked and he nodded."But wouldn't that bring about jealously?" She asked and he shook his head, she bit her lip before kissing him, a moan leaving her and he pulled her closer. The scene turning me on, my nipples hardening under my clothes begging for attention. It was amazing the confidence and dominance she obtained whenever she was aroused, she became a completely different person. He groaned and I squeezed my thighs together, the sound having a greater effect than it should."Are you feeling jealous?" She asked pulling away to look at me."No,"

In the bustling city of New York, Mary Jane Carter lives in a rundown apartment with her mother, Lynn Carter. She works a thousand different jobs just to make ends meet but her major job is a daytime job as a barrister in the biggest café in town- la petite bean. She works very diligently, not paying much attention to the fun of life and the people around her. Ever since her father died life has been hard for both herself and her mother, she vowed to make things better for her mother and she works everyday towards achieving that goal. Ethan Cogsworth on the other hand is a rich CEO born into the wealth of Cogsworth enterprises. Although he tends to be rather introvertive, he used to have a lively frivolous past. By fate or coincidence, his path crosses with Mary Jane’s when he comes to have coffee at the café she works with his best friend Clifford Mann. She catches his eye and he begins to chase after her in hopes of winning her heart. It takes a while but Mary Jane eventually decides to give him a chance. Their seemingly perfect love story is put to the test when she finds out about Ethan’s dreadful past. Can they overcome the wrongs and learn to love each other through their hurt? Or will the truth Mary Jane learns of be the end of their relationship as well as Ethan Cogsworth entire career?....

Alice Carroll, a bright young twenty five year old, graduated from Boston University with a degree in fashion and business management, returned to her home city of Seattle, Washington in the hopes of making a new name for herself instead of following in the shadow of her late mother, Amaryllis Carroll. She runs a small boutique that is fairly successful, and strays from her mother’s business, now owned by the ruthless Ford Mitchell. Ford Mitchell, a cold and calculated business owner, reigns over the publishing world with an iron fist. He has made his name through hard work and determination, plowing through small companies in the hopes of sustaining the power that his position gives him. He hardly has time for anyone but himself, but when he needs the copies of a few important documents that were lost in the wind by his lawyer, he has no choice but to hunt down the daughter of the previous owner, who happens to be as disinterested in him as he is in almost everything else.

My sister's graduation party was held on June 25th, the same day SAT scores were released. A banner hung across the hotel ballroom reading, ‘Congratulations to Bria Sumner, ranked 8th in the district, on her admission to Graymont Preparatory!’ The room was done up with balloons and fresh flowers, and Dad had ordered a custom cake with ‘The Sky's the Limit’ piped across the top in buttercream. I was sitting on a chair in the corner when my phone lit up. It was a notification from the College Board. I had scored a 1,580, placing me in the 99th percentile statewide. I silently turned the phone face down on the table. My uncle, seated next to me, slapped his forehead. "Paige, didn't you take your SATs this year too?" Mom lifted her glass and answered for me with a laugh, "Oh, her? She's still got a ways to go. Her test isn't until next year." My fork stopped midway to my mouth. I had spent months studying for the SATs on my own, diligently working through the vocabulary, reading, math, and essay sections. I set my own alarm on test day, called my own cab to the testing center, and came home to an empty house afterward. Mom had only sent me one message that day. Mom: [Get up early tomorrow. We need to book the venue for Bria's party.] I lowered my head and pushed the food on my plate around. I had lost my appetite. That night, I sat alone in my room, opened the college applications portal, and entered the farthest university I could find as my first choice. The university was 808 miles away from home.

After returning from a business trip, I discovered that my wife had unexpectedly replaced the floor-to-ceiling window in her office with an entire wall of mirrors. When I questioned her about it, she looked at me with gentle eyes and smiled as she straightened my tie. "This way, when you come to keep me company during overtime, you won't have to fuss over checking your appearance. Don't overthink it. I had the nutritionist prepare some soup to help you recover. Drink it while it's hot." I found it strange. She was a career-driven woman who had always complained that my suits made me look too stiff and formal. Yet now, she had suddenly changed her tune. Still, I did not say anything. I simply smiled and walked over to the mirror, unscrewing the lid of the thermos. But the moment the hot steam rose into the air, two large oval-shaped marks slowly emerged on the previously spotless mirror. And in the corner, there was a faint smear of lipstick. I compared the height with a quick gesture and let out a cold laugh. 'A familiar height of five foot three and a C-cup. Office mirror reflections. How bold and thrilling.' I pulled out a tissue and calmly wiped the mirror clean before calling my assistant. "Get a renovation crew ready. Tonight, replace the mirror in Ms. Sutton's office with a two-way mirror. And notify the media. Three days from now, I'll be holding a live press conference downstairs."