Amours Secrets Novels & Stories

What Fiancée? Wait you’re not engaged?Chloe asks in amazement No I am not,who said so?Blake asks Fuck!!! That bitch be lying,Chloe says to herself Who is the bitch? What are you talking about,Blake asks further No it’s a mistaken assumption,Let us not spoil the mood,okay? Chloe jolts back into reality and moves towards Blake Chloe pounces on Blake and kisses him all over his body then stops to look at him They stare at each other then kiss

"Adam, don't marry her. I found the rings. I told you once I'd save up and replace them with the most expensive pair I could find. I wasn't lying!" She fumbled in another pocket and lifted a velvet box. "See? I wasn't lying!" She looked at me with the eyes of somebody who needed an answer. I did not even look at the box. I took the original rings out of her hand and tossed them. They rolled into a planter at the side of the lobby. She let out a sound. "No!" I almost laughed. "Ms. Lake, are you still trying to fool me? Are you not done with the playing-poor act yet?"

My breath became ragged as I clenched the bedsheet. The alarm on my phone went off, I grabbed it and turned off. I saw countless notifications about unread messages from an unknown number. I didn’t even bother to check it, it was Amora. She hadn’t relented, she kept bombarding my phone with pictures of her and Damien, narrations of the time and activities they did together. There were pictures of galas and dinners I never knew about, pictures she leaned too closely to him, pictures he tucked her hair between her ear, pictures she adjusted his tie and held his gaze in a way that suggested they were more than friends.