All You Need Is Love And A Cot Novels & Stories

"So, this is this life you've decided to live" Charlotte packed the cocain into the tables drawer. "It's none of your business". "That's what you'll always say, it's non of my business". James moved closer and traced her deep chocolate skin with his fingers. "See what he's doing to you, look what he's turned you into. You're dying slowly Charlotte can't you see, don't you realise". "We're in love James. I love him and he loves me back. I just need to learn how to stay away from his bad side, that's all".

*** To be continued. Love you all♡♡♡♡

I'd never refuse any of his unreasonable requests, and I certainly wouldn't compete with any of his lovers. Or, to put it another way, I couldn't refuse him. Bibi was sick—she had leukemia. As her mother and a doctor, I couldn't save her. Poverty was the one single disease that had no cure. The only way I could get the medication Bibi needed was by fulfilling Byron's every demand. Each box of the life-saving Nimitine cost 20 thousand dollars, and the only place it was available was Byron's private hospital. So I could never slack off when it came to Byron's orders. All I could do was submit, apologize, and obey.

He did not even notice his shoulders getting soaked as he tried to keep her dry. The bold headline read [Mr. Jefferson’s Journey to Love Ends in Happiness], and the comments were full of praise. [Wow! This is like a fairy tale!] [I’m swooning! This is so romantic!] [Love that Spans Through Childhood！They make such a perfect couple.] There were a few questions as well. [I thought Zach was getting engaged?] [What will his future fiancee think about this?] But those comments got buried by the others. I scoffed, turned off my phone, and answered a call from Joel.

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

"The fireworks for that day must be the most expensive and the best. "Also, go bid on that Ocean's Tear necklace she likes. I'll give it to her on that day." Listening to his words, I lost myself for a brief moment. It almost seemed as if Martin loved me deeply. However, as quickly as the ‌thought appeared, I snapped myself out of it. Looking up and catching sight of the wedding photo of Martin and Julia, I let out a cold laugh. I opened a page on my phone, which was continuously popping up with successful transfer notifications.

He admired hot girls and would tell them that. Soon enough, their table was filled with women with little to no clothes on. One of them sat on Mason's lap and leaned into him, her breasts spilling out of the bra she had on. She ran kisses up and down his neck and started grinding on his lap to get him turned on. But Mason had another thing on his mind. The brown lady across the room was the thing on his mind. She was swaying her hips so sensually that he couldn't help but go talk to her.

"Time to make love." Love. Did he really mean it? He hadn't once mentioned it last night. Not even when he'd told her why he'd staged that rotten goodbye scene, or why he wanted the ranch. Was she deluding herself? Making something where there was nothing? And the issue of the ranch still sat there like the elephant in the room. Beside her, Zach stretched, yawned, slowly pulled out from the clasp of her body. Reaching between them, he divested himself of the condom, found a paper napkin that had fallen to the floor earlier and rolled the used condom into it. He rose like some graceful jungle animal, holding her in his arms, the throw twisted around her.

Just us. Just this. Just love.

‘I love you too,’ * #TBC