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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.

“You’re only feeling this because of Yara huh? What’s the matter? She’s still playing hard to get?” “She couldn’t wait to throw herself at me but right now I’m not interested in her! Women are such strange creatures. I tried everything to please her in the past but she acted all proud and arrogant. Yet she keeps trying to get with me now that I’m treating her with cold shoulders. It’s a shame that I no longer like her anymore!” “Who’re you eyeing on this time?” Sean was curious. “Seriously?” “You little brat, I’m warning you to stay away from Christina!” Sean’s face fell.

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.

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

Yet Angelo's intensity persisted, and memories of our past began to overshadow my doubts. As he drew me closer, I felt our familiar connection and the tenderness that had become a part of our relationship. His lips taste familiar and inviting, beckoning me to surrender to the moment. I longed for a calm, romantic time like this. He took me off my feet and swooped me up in his arms, his drunken state only adding to the romance of the moment. I giggled as he stumbled slightly, I couldn't resist the charming smile on his face, even as he staggered slightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he carried me up the stairs, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.