Embarrassing Synonym

"Should I take off my clothes now?" she added while staring at me from head to toe. Shit. Why would she ask that in front of me? Wasn't taking off her clothes my job like I always do to the rest of my customers? "No. Just put them on, please." I respectfully retorted before I slid to the bed. Put my backpack on the floor and applied a bit of my wolf's aggression rushing at her. Before I jumped on the bed, I shortly took off my clothes until nothing was left but my undies. "Wait." She quickly muttered partly mixed with regrets. To my surprise, she moved her face and pushed my chest a few inches away from her. "Why?" could not help but ask. "Wasn't this what I am here for? To please you?" I said in an embarrassing tone. It was at this moment I sensed her uncomfortable and regretful expression. I did not come here to get embarrassed. My job was to please her. Unless there was something Joseph forgot to inform me. Never expected this to happen. "No... no! It's just…" she suddenly dropped her gaze from me. "It's just. I'm still a virgin. Please, don't get mad at me." I don't know if it was a perfect opportunity for me to burst out laughing when she almost got me on that note. A virgin wanted to have sex with me. Who on earth would sell her virginity to a person wearing a black facemask?

Daphne’s life was ruined by them; her best friend and boyfriend. Awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival back from the states, they agreed to meet at a bar below the most expensive hotel. Her drink was spiked by her best friend and she entered the wrong room by mistake where she had a nightstand with a stranger. The next morning, she realized what and ran after doing embarrassing things to him. She called him inexperienced, shoved a necklace to his face and even hit him with her heels. She arrived home to find out she was set up by her best friend and her boyfriend who had been having an affair right before he traveled out of the country. Daphne worked extra time to sponsor her boyfriend's career and now he’s come to dump her with the excuse of infidelity. She felt betrayed and heartbroken. One day, she fainted and found out she was pregnant with four babies. Her nightstand resulted in pregnancy with Quadruplet but she’s got no idea who the father of her babies is. Black William a top billionaire in the entire state, having women by his side or sleeping with them was never his desire. He detests them with passion. That same night when his guard was down due to a trick played on him with his drinks, a woman took advantage of his situation. The next morning, he orders a search for the enemy who took away his seed. He has just one thing on her; a pearl necklace!

My mother-in-law, Barbara Morris, insisted that a load-bearing wall was blocking our home's good energy. She even hired someone to tear it down for a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. The contractor, Peter Stone, kept refusing. "Ma'am, we really can't do this. If we take this wall down, the whole building will collapse." In my past life, I fought desperately to stop them, even getting on my knees and begging them not to touch this wall that held the entire building together. My husband, Tom Williams, thought I was embarrassing him. He slapped me so hard that my left ear went deaf, and he forced them to demolish the wall anyway. That night, the entire building suffered a catastrophic structural failure. I was trapped under the rubble for seven days and nights with ruptured internal organs. Right before I died, I heard Tom shouting at the rescue team. "Save my mom first! That other woman has insurance. If she dies, we'll get the payout and buy a new place!" At that moment, the resentment inside me hardened. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when the construction crew had just arrived. Looking at that thick load-bearing wall and Tom's hand about to rise up and strike me, I smiled and handed him the eighty-pound sledgehammer nearby. I said, "Mom's absolutely right. Once we knock down this wall, our place will turn into a luxurious river-view apartment. Anyone who tries to stop us is a complete idiot."

Aubrey Miller is ready to start college. With her best friend in tow, she's more than happy to forget about her small town and scumbag ex that resides there.Move-in-day throws her into an embarrassing situation with the gorgeous bad boy, Chase Walker. After being burned back home, she ignores Chase's advances.Soon after, her best friend shacks up with the hottie next door, leaving her alone for much of the time. Thankfully, she's been accepted into the most prestigious sorority and is confident that her life is about to change for the better.At the welcoming party, she meets the man of her dreams.Jesse is everything her ex-boyfriend could never be, but there's one tiny problem. Jesse's cousin Chase thinks that he'd claimed her first.Aubrey isn't about to let some Neanderthal from the dark ages tell her who she can or can't date.I mean, who the hell does he think he is?Chase, is a full-blooded werewolf and the future Alpha. Jesse and Chase had been best friends their whole lives, but are now willing to lay down their lives for Aubrey.A little on the obsessive side, but fate can do that when coupled with their frenzied animal instincts!Reeling from the knowledge that werewolves exist. Aubrey is caught in a war between Jesse and Chase.Who can she trust with her heart?The man, she loved at first sight, or the man she grew to love wholeheartedly.Is it possible to be in love with two men at the same time?Secrets begin to shed as quickly as clothing, while love and laughter turn into heartbreak and tears.Aubrey faces so many questions, but is she ready for the truth?Better yet, are you?Who will win her heart and become the true Alpha?

The day before our engagement, Stellan Graves came shopping with me, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. I bought a chili dog from a street stall and held it up to his mouth only for him to swat it out of my hand, sending it flying to the ground. Fury flashed across his face as he snapped, "Ivy Stein, the Graves family needs a woman who can actually show her face in public. Stop buying cheap trash like this. You're embarrassing me. How do you expect my parents to accept you like this?" I picked up the food in humiliation, threw it into the trash, and nodded meekly for the sake of our four years together in college. "As you wish." … However, the very next day, he switched his fiancee to Amelia Lane. "Ivy, Amelia tried to kill herself just to marry me. She's in the hospital now. Once she's stable again, I'll come back and marry you." Four years later, he showed up at my tiny apartment with a diamond ring in hand. "Ivy, Amelia has already agreed to divorce me. We can finally be together. I told you before—once Amelia lets go of her obsession with me and stops hurting herself, I'll come and marry you." I frowned at Stellan's so-called heartfelt expression. I must have had terrible luck that day. Who'd have thought I'd run into this wacko when I'd come back to my place on a whim?! "Move," I demanded, shoving him out the door. "You're blocking the way. I need to pick up my kid from school."

His cold hand gently brushed my cheek as he turned my head to expose my neck. I flinched when his lips met my skin. "Relax," he murmured. "It will only hurt more if you are tense." I tried to steady my breathing just as his fangs sank into my neck. I gasped. But the sharp pain quickly melted into that same strange pleasure from before. The heat that flooded my entire body pooled in my groin. My teeth clamped down on my lower lip to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds. But a soft moan escaped anyway. Jude pulled back slightly with blood—my blood—on his lips. "You seem to be enjoying this," he smirked before glancing down at my bulge. My face burned with shame as I realized then that I was hard. "It's not... I don't..." "Your body can't lie, Raymond." He leaned back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "And neither does mine." *** All Raymond White wanted was a dream job, and he got a once-in-a-lifetime offer from the biggest company in the city. But he didn’t expect that it would come at a costly price—His blood, his body, and his sanity. His boss, Jude Perez, was no ordinary man—he was a vampire, and now that he had set his fangs in Raymond, he didn’t want to let go. Bound by a contract and a mystical pact, Raymond becomes Jude’s latest obsession, and Raymond is left to battle with the wave of arousal that comes with each bite, one that could only be quelled by the man he who stripped him of his freedom? Will Raymond resist the forbidden bond? Or will he succumb to Jude’s temptation?

After my husband topped the wealth rankings, he hired his first love as his personal housekeeper at a high salary. “Quincy, you hail from humble beginnings. I don’t want you embarrassing me in high society, so I specifically brought in Vivian to teach you the rules. From now on, everything you do must be reported to her for approval.” From that moment on, in public, I was the glamorous Mrs. Lane. However, behind closed doors, to even enjoy simple marital moments with my husband I had to write a thousand-word application seeking Vivian’s approval. Then, my adoptive father had a heart attack. I dropped to my knees, begging her to transfer me five hundred thousand dollars. She laughed coldly. “What kind of surgery costs half a million? Stop making excuses to pad your family’s finances.” “This isn’t a small sum. Write a 10,000-word application, and this time it’s denied.” Rage coursed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably as I spun toward Tyler and fell to my knees, begging him to save my father’s life. There wasn’t even a flicker of emotion on his face. “Vivian did nothing wrong. I know you’re still clinging to your old poor habits even after getting rich, but my money doesn’t grow on trees.” “This time, your father’s medical treatment will be put on hold as a lesson. Next time, don’t blame me if he’s kicked out of the VIP ward.” In the end, my adoptive father died on the operating table due to the delay in treatment. Completely disheartened, I finally asked Tyler for a divorce.

“You kept dancing for other men, knowing fully well that I was glaring at you. I wanted you to stop, come down from the pole and crawl to me like the slut that you are, but you didn't, did you?” His hands had pushed my panties aside, and flicking a finger through my folds, he let out a dark, primal chuckle. The fact that I couldn't see his face heightened my excitement and fear. I felt both in good measure. “So what are you going to do about it sir?” Lust had clouded my sense of reasoning and it made me bolder. “I'm going to punish you. It's only fair. Don't you think so?” Fuck. The steady rise of my chest went haywire. I had spiraled out of control, out of primal need to please this man. “Yes please, punish me.” I let out a desperate plea. “Good girl.” His deep voice rumbled, and the heavy promises of what he would do to me hung in the air. ……… I fell for my brother's best friend when I was thirteen but he rejected me, patted me on my head and said I was cute. I fell even deeper, but as I grew up and realized how embarrassing I was, my crush turned into hate, until I saw him again for the first time after eight years. He pleasured me for a whole night, and I didn't even realize who he was until the very next day, but it had already happened. Things became awkward and even though I still hated him, I couldn't resist going back for more…

Ember never meant to make a king. She was just trying to survive her heat without embarrassing herself in front of the massive, infuriatingly calm wolf living in the loft next door. Ember has spent most of her life keeping people at a distance. She’s stubborn, private, and perfectly happy suffering through things alone—including the inconvenient attraction she’s been pretending not to feel toward Ghost. Ghost notices everything. He notices when Ember skips meals. When she hasn’t slept. When she’s pretending she doesn’t need help. Calm, steady, and impossible to shake, he’s the kind of man who doesn’t push—but also doesn’t leave. Which becomes a problem when a violent storm destroys half of Ember’s apartment and Ghost is the one who drags her out of the wreckage. Suddenly the fiercely independent she-wolf who hates relying on anyone is stuck living next door to the one man she’s been trying not to want. Then Ember’s heat hits. What starts as proximity and stubborn attraction turns into something neither of them expected when their bond snaps fully into place—awakening a long-buried bloodline Ember never knew she carried. For generations, wolves like her were known as Kingmakers—rare mates capable of exposing corruption and keeping pack leadership honest. Twenty years ago, someone tried to wipe them out. Now Ember’s power has awakened. And the quiet city she and Ghost call home—long governed by careful politics instead of true pack leadership—is about to change. Because Ghost never wanted to be an Alpha. But Ember’s bloodline has a habit of exposing exactly the kind of wolf who should be. And Ember might have just made a king.

I thought my life was sorted. I have a sweet fiancé Marcus, a cozy apartment and my wedding Pinterest board on lock. As The classic good girl, I saved myself for marriage, never gave anyone trouble and always made safe choices. That was until I met Marcus’ dad Victor. He is tall, suave and deliciously charming. Everything about him turns me on without trying. Just one handshake and my body lit up like fireworks. I panicked and told myself it was hormones. I avoided him like a plague and even gave Marcus my virginity few months to our wedding but it didn’t work. One girls’ night and one weird-tasting drink, I find myself in his bed begging like I’d lost my mind while he ruins me for his son. Now I dream him every night while Marcus snores beside me like nothing’s changed. He has no idea I’m picturing his father when he touches me and that it’s his dad’s name I’m biting back when I come. I tell myself in the mirror every morning:
“Stop! You’re not this person.” But the second we’re in the same room? My willpower cracks. This isn’t cute at all. It’s messy, embarrassing and terrifying.
 The safest choice feels lonelier every day and the dangerous one feels like I’m finally breathing. What am I to do when the person I’m supposed to marry isn’t the one setting my body on fire and the one who is happens to be the last man I’m allowed to want? How long can I keep this affair hidden from Marcus when the wedding is so close and Victor is determined to have not just my body?