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How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

“Winona, your kind of people are not trustworthy at all. You b*tch, you’re worse than a wh*re. I’m your man, after all!” After being insulted by Tommy with various swear words, Winona got angry. “Tommy, I despised you since back then. You took advantage of me being pregnant to rape me every night as I was unable to run away. I haven’t even sued you! Are you even a man?!” Both of them were at each other’s throats, and Tommy was furious too. Back then, Winona was gorgeous while Tommy was just a gangster. He could own a place at Hoover Alley all because his cousin, Sophia, was Nightingale.

The gesture was incredibly friendly, almost romantic, but Ollie didn't react at all. Elsie tried not to worry. Ollie had told her that they'd had a thing in the past, but he swore it was in the past. Even though that little cheek-wipe didn't look very past-ish. She thought of all the images she'd seen when she looked him up that one time. He always had a beautiful lady on his arm. It had always been someone with beauty like Nikki, not like her.

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

We are panting between each other’s mouths, my nails slashing into his shirt as I try to pull him closer. I moan, and it doesn’t matter. At this moment, he is mine and mine alone. My fingers grip his back as his tongue plunges into my mouth aggressively, gaining much more access. Brandon has become fierce and confident. He used to be gentle with me, and I was always careful while touching him before. My hands are freely gripping his biceps, then his muscular chest, tangling in his hair. He is so passionate, and he knows exactly what I need.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

Not one to refuse an invitation of this kind, I kissed her back, hard and deep, letting the fire eat up what was left of my anger. When she moaned into my mouth, I grabbed her waist, lifted her easily, and tossed her back onto the bed. She was staring hungrily at me, her eyes hazy with lust. “Let me make it up to you,” I grinned, already settling myself between her legs. She giggled breathlessly, wrapping her arms around my neck as she pulled me down for another dirty kiss. She was right. That bastard Nicholas and that betraying bitch Anastasia should be the least of my concerns right now.

"I don't want to pry into matters that aren't my business, but someone must have hurt you pretty badly to make you so guarded about relationships." Tension immediately floods my body, and my smile disappears entirely. I'm not ready to even think about Blaze, much less discuss him with someone else. The very mention of past hurt makes my chest tighten dangerously, bringing a familiar sensation that warns me an asthma attack might be approaching. Ramon notices my reaction and sighs. It isn't the first time he's asked the question, and my response never varies. "I'm sorry, Antonia. I realize you don't talk about your personal history." His apology is genuine, tinged with frustration.