Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

She casually looked away and faced her son and Louis. "Louis, Zoe, this is Charlotte D'Amato, my mother," Leo introduced. "A pleasure meeting you," Louis took a bow. She nodded slightly. "Mother, this is Louis Rodriguez," Leo introduced. "CEO of Everett Pharmaceuticals and his partner, Zoraya." Her expression was cold and condescending as she narrowed her eyes. "You look quite young," she commented. "Was it your company that formulated Humira?" Louis inclined his head with a respectful smile. "Yes, Mrs. D'Amato. It was a team effort."

The dry crack of another bone breaking echoed through the space, followed by a sharp shriek that made Miller writhe against his restraints, sweat wiping gray lines through the dust on his face. I didn't blink. My thumb slid across the screen, opening the real-time monitoring app for the penthouse. The library camera focused on the study desk. Helen was sitting there, wearing a baggy gray sweatshirt. She held a small spoon, shoving chocolate ice cream into her mouth with a furrowed brow, entirely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched.

Every creak of the old house made me jump, every shadow made me think it was him but he wasn't coming back. I thought about what would happen next. The divorce would go through. Naomi would move on. Mr. Grant would disappear from my life completely, and I would go back to university, pretending I'd never felt anything. Because that was the thing, wasn't it? I had known I was different since I was sixteen. The first time I saw Grant loosen his tie in the foyer, something had cracked open inside me. I'd tried to ignore it. I had dated girls, kissed them, touched them, hoping I would feel something, but I never did. They were nice, they were pretty, but they weren't him. I had spent three years

AMARA’S P.O.V I couldn’t move for a long time. I just sat there in the dark room, staring at the ceiling like the cracks in the paint might spell out some kind of answer. But they didn’t. Nothing ever does. That photo… that stupid, blurry photo burned into my brain. Marcus, in a hotel bar. A woman too close. Her hand on his arm. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see everything, that the image wasn’t crystal clear. I knew enough. My heart knew enough.

CRAVING MORE CYRUS'S POV I lay there, chest heaving, staring down at him like he'd just rewired my entire brain. dominic, sprawled on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest rising and falling too fast, his cock still twitching from me, and my god—I wanted him again already, even though my balls were empty and aching. Fuck. I knew I'd never get enough of him. I could never get enough of him. My hands flexed, fingers curling on the sheets, just wanting him closer, wanting the heat back, the smell, the taste of him. The way he looked at me, with that mixture of fear and want, that submissive little bitch look I loved so much—it made my chest tighten until I thought it would impl

And just as expected, they ate it up. The caption makes me scoff internally: “ENSTRAGED LOVER AND MIAMI’S MOST ELIGIBLE PLAYBOY IZAAC ARMANI CAUGHT IN A STEAMY KISS WITH BANKRUPT HEIRESS BROOKLYN WHEELER. HAS A WOMAN FINALLY PUT THIS HEARTBREAKER IN A CHOKEHOLD… OR SHOULD WE SAY COCKHOLD?” Fucking ridiculous. “Is that you or not?” Mother demands, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

“Love isn't exactly different from a business deal, if you want it, sometimes you've got to pursue it and in this case, you have to pursue it hard.” “You don't expect her to come around when she doesn't even know what she's coming around to.” Helen and James have filled in many gaps in my life, and this was the biggest of them all. Setting the cup down, I stood to my feet. “I guess I'm going to leave Camp early then.” “Hopefully the next time you come around, she'll have your ring on her finger.” That would be nice. Instead of voicing out my thoughts, I smiled and stalked off. All I took was my car key and work tools, then I stormed off.

Tyler asked three times before I said yes. The first time I said I was tired. The second time I said I had reading. The third time he sat on the edge of my desk and looked at me and said you’ve been somewhere else all week and I said okay because he wasn’t wrong and because I was tired of going to bed early and lying in the dark turning eleven words over and over like something I couldn’t put down. If I hated you I wouldn’t fuck you like that. I hated that just few words from Cain could affect me this much. I pull on the dress. Fix my hair. Go downstairs. The party is loud and warm and Tyler’s hand sits at my waist and I let him steer because it’s easier than thinking. He says somet