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Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

Romeo stared at his woman, heart filled with so much love and his face brightened up with a warm smile. She stared back at him, trying to catch her breath but also remaining silent and hoping she would be forgiven. Romeo turned around to look at Mr Gabriel Kennedy with whom he had been discussing business with and smiled softly. "I don't think you have met my fiancée," he pointed at Cara. "This is Cara Smith, she's also a ceo of her own company, I am sure you have heard of the Smith's company."

Oh I will definitely look this up in that damned book later. “Nice to meet you, Raphael,” I tested his name, giving him a light smile, noticing how he kept his other hand stretched towards me, waiting for me to take it. Not wanting to mess this up since I was planning on asking him so many questions later, I slowly, hesitantly stretched my hand towards his. Only once our fingers touched, a very disturbing and intense scene suddenly flashed before my eyes... The two of us, together, our bodies completely bare as he did things to me I’ve only read about in my romance books.

“You haven’t told her yet, Rosenda Marie?” Rome turned toward her sister, glaring and motioning for her to keep quiet, but Connie only raised an eyebrow. She handed Rome a glass of fresh orange juice before turning to Precilla. “She’s married to Caligh Carson Montemayor, Precilla.” Dear God. Rome nearly spilled the juice all over her sister. Why did Connie have to say that? Precilla’s brows furrowed before her eyes widened in shock. She stood up abruptly, eyes locked on Rome. “You’re married to Cayson Montemayor?” she blurted out, her tone filled with disbelief.

During the day, I recalled that the apartment had a great view of the park. It hadn’t taken Deloris long to learn that Cyrus was in investment banking and Patrick was an interior design intern. Between the two of them, they were obviously doing well. I also knew how their relationship began. According to Deloris, they were on their second year of their agreement. I couldn’t fault them for their part in Infidelity. Maybe the company did have its benefits.

"Ha… it's stupid… I'm stupid. I was the one who wanted this but… why do I regret it like this?" Like I've said, time pass by so fast. I didn't knew the sky were already dark, and I didn't noticed that Toma was already changing his clothes in this room. "Oh, you're already here." "Mhm, yeah." He awkward greeted. Then I couldn't help myself but ask. "I heard you got a girlfriend. Is that true?" He looks at me with a shocked face but it eventually changes, showing me a genuine smile. "Yeah, I do. I started dating Cami a week ago."

Angela hissed as the steaming hot coffee scaled her hands and what's even more painful is her thesis paper is now blotted with brown coffee. "Fuck," Angela cursed. She glared at the person she had bumped into. "Oh my! I am so sorry about this!" Claire Brown faked dramatically. She picked up the wet papers and handed them to Angela. "Are you blind Dr Clair?" Angela snapped, knowing that it was deliberately done to ruin her papers. "You don't have to be so rude Angela! It was an accident and besides..." Claire snatched one of her thesis paper and scoffed. "These are not even half as accurate-"

the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.” I nodded, taking the small slip of credit in my hand. Good enough. I wandered through the aisles, letting the quiet hum of the store pull me away from the storm in my mind. Romance. Billionaire drama. Steamy fantasies I’d never admit to anyone. That would do. I pulled a paperback off the shelf, “Penthouse Rules” by Lola Noir. I thumbed and flipped through it, letting the over-the-top, steamy paragraphs fill my head. It was just enough to put Dom’s audio aside for a wihile.

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

Chapter 221 ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile. As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.