Educated

Fabian is picky when it comes to women, he does not pick random girls from the bar. He has a long list of women who are willing to serve him in bed with just a call away. He wants them to be educated, smart, sexy, wealthy and of course, experienced in bed. He wants them to be from the wealthiest family, and he only wants insanely beautiful women. But all those long lists of standards set out to choose a woman is about to be thrown in the trash when he met Georgina, a stripper in a club. Horrified of the intense feeling he felt when he first saw her danced, he immediately dismissed the idea of having her on his bed. Night after night, images of her dancing naked in front of him came into a form of a delicious dream. Her twin perky t**s bouncing as she moved her body. Her deliciously pink slit inviting for a taste. And he would wake up in the middle of the night sweat-covered and with a raging hard-on to cool down. Can the high and mighty Fabian Romano swallow his pride for this hoe that never failed to give him hard-on dreams? Georgina is the breadwinner of the family, a stripper, and an on-call escort. She can do anything just for money, including selling her body and soul. What can she do? Wala naman siyang ibang alam na puwedeng pagkakitaan ng malaki maliban sa pagsasayaw ng hubad at pagsama sa mayayamang parokyano sa club. Aaminin niyang ambisyosa siya, gusto niyang makabingwit ng mayamang lalaki para mag-aahon sa kanila sa kahirap at wala siyang pakialam kahit sino pa masasagasaan niya matupad lang ang pangarap niya para sa pamilya. She’s a bitch, a gold digger, and a homewrecker.

I'm Melody Cameron and I'm every man’s worst nightmare, I say this because I’ve been called that by many men. I’m not only smart and educated, I’m a real beauty and no I’m not conceited, I have eyes and am confident in my own skin. At the age of 16, I was crushed beyond words, cried until I ran out of tears, then became angry at the world, until finally my best friend told me what had happened. I had been taken, by one of the most popular, eligible and attractive werewolves in her pack, “this is what he does and I’m sorry it happened to you Mel, you didn’t deserve that,” she said through her own tears as she hugged me. It was that day I realized one thing I would never fall for another man, he could own the world and promise it to me, and I’d still walk away from him. Yup, that’s me now, Miss Wrong, I will never be any man’s Miss Wright, never again. I’m strictly a one and done girl here, no seconds, no matter how many times you make me see God, it’s not happening. I became a nurse, yes, it's a glorious job and in a world with supernaturals it has it's challenges, like werewolves can heal themselves, witches have no need for human's period, etc.. So when the Alpha was in my ER room and I hit the code button, because all his monitors screamed to life the second, I walked in, I was fired. Getting the Alpha's attention, not good for a human and now I'm convinced he is set on ruining my life, because his ego is obviously bigger than his dick. I have jokes.

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?