Fichtean Curve

One night. One mistake. Now I’m working for the man who can never know it was me. I never saw his face. He never asked for my name. But for one stolen night, I was his obsession. Until morning came—and I vanished like a secret. Now I’m Emery Scott, just another assistant at Valenrose Beauty Group… And he’s Jason Hale—my new CEO. Cold. Powerful. And still haunted by the mystery woman who touched him like no one else ever has. He doesn’t recognize me. But he remembers the curve of a birthmark. The scent of my skin. And he’s hunting for her… for me. I thought I could hide in plain sight. Until he starts looking at me like I belong to him. Until I realize I’m not the only one keeping secrets. Because Jason Hale doesn’t just want the woman from that night— He wants everything. And the deeper he falls… The more dangerous it becomes to stay.

“I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but I am married—" "To an asshole," Thomas interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. My eyes flashed with anger. "To my husband," I corrected. Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Your husband doesn't know or care that you're crying because he's in there flirting with another woman." My face burned with shame. "He's just socializing," I defended, frustration betraying my words Thomas snorted. "By trying to get into her pants." He smirked, moving closer while I retreated, the space between us shrinking with every step. "I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but my marital life is none of your business." "Only I can decide that." He said, his smirk twisting into a snarl I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “Say one more word and I'll have you right here and now" he said, his voice a low, husky growl. His finger traced the curve of my face, my heart racing and I felt my defenses crumbling. In a lightning-fast move, his lips slammed into mine, crushing me with a kiss that was both savage and intoxicating. ****** Two people, different worlds, with just one thing in common - Secrets. What happens when formidable sparks begin to brew and secrets threatens to unravel?

I never thought I’d see Connor Rogers again. Not after three years. Naked, straddling him, watching him fall apart under my touch... I leaned down, brushing my lips on his neck, and whispered: "Give me the contract." His blue eyes darkened. And I knew I’d won. I always smiled at him. The curve of my lips? Carefully practiced. Just enough to seduce. Never enough to feel No one knew what hides behind that smile. Not the crash that had killed my mother. Not the baby I had lost at eight months, torn from me in a pool of blood. I didn’t love Connor. Not anymore. Not after everything. But I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to beg for me, to break for me. As for the woman who had hurt me, She would learn what it felt like to lose everything.

Alina—the girl who haunted my nights and stalked my every waking thought. She was a real temptation. An eighteen year old kid who could make a thirty five year old man dick hard. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. That wicked curve of her ass, daring the world with every step. It wasn’t just temptation—it was torment. She thought that her sweet smile could charm the other man but she had no idea what kind of fire she was playing with. She didn’t know I was watching—always watching. I have watched her every move. The way she rolled her eyes at others, the little smirks, the careless sway of her hips… She thought she was free. Free to do whatever she wants. But she belonged to me. Sooner or later, she’ll understand. She will know playing with fire can burn her down.

**This book is the second book in the Billionaire series. It can be read as a standalone novel, but it is highly suggested that you read The Billionaire’s First Glance prior to this novel.** I, Zander Cavanaugh, the all-American football quarterback, have done something that could get me killed. I fell in love with the brilliant, curvy mafia princess Isabella Aventini at first sight. Everything about Isabella called to me: her captivating blue eyes, her soft caramel skin, every dip and curve of her voluptuous body was just the start. Isabella was smart, kind, and funny. The kind of girl you can’t help but fall in love with. I know she felt the same way as I did. We were drawn together like magnets, but that’s not how the mafia works. Isabella is a commodity to be sold or brokered for the sake of alliances and has been promised to the ruthless and cutthroat DeMarco family since birth — a fate she neither wants nor needs. Isabella’s father, Mafia Don Salvatore Aventini, has managed to keep us apart by sending Isabella away to finish high school. However, when fates aligned, Isabella not only ended up attending the same university as me, but she’s also my college-assigned tutor. I know there is no chance for us, and still I fell in love with her, knowing it could mean my death.