Hot Reads Mga Nobela at Kwento

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PREVIOUSLY ON HEAT VOL.2... Jake was beyond frustrated and angry now. His head pounded and he felt sick to his stomach. All of a sudden, his phone pinged, it was his best friend and as he read the message, his heart began to race. What did his best friend mean by the text, it made him anxious. "Hey bro, I got footage of your apartment's lobby and hall heading to your apartment and you wouldn't believe what I just saw, get down here ASAP!"

The rationalization felt weak, hollow, and utterly unconvincing against the potent, undeniable heat that lingered on her skin. ‎

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

Nerves and heat do not go together. “Are you okay?” Reanna asks. I’m not okay, and there are small black dots at the corner of my vision. I stumble and Reanna is up and around her desk before I fall. Her hands feel ice cold when she takes my arm. “Sit down, sweetie, your face is red and I think the heat is affecting you.” “Please, I need to see Mak.” I straighten to my full height and will the waves of dizziness away. I need to be strong and win the coming confrontation.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

She leaned against the doorframe, watching him as he lifted the weights up and down, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. Nicole slowly walked towards Gage, her eyes fixed on his sweat-glistened body. As she approached, she asked softly, "Mind if I join you?" Gage's head jerked up, and he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. His face was flushed from exertion, and his hair was messy and damp with sweat. Despite his disheveled appearance, he smiled, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. Nicole's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of him. He looked incredibly hot, his sweat-slick skin and mussed hair making him appear rugged and irresistible. She felt a flutter i

Bella was sure that the IT team would definitely witness this, the most disgusting and embarrassing thing that had ever happened in this world. That evening, Miya was at the hotel with Nicholas. The man sat with his legs crossed perfectly. Miya was so ready because tonight she and Nicholas were going to make love. “Can we do it right away?” Miya asked excitedly. "Drink some wine first, let's enjoy everything slowly." Nicholas smiled again at his future wife. He kept avoiding every time Miya tried to kiss him. Miya, who felt annoyed and impatient, immediately took a sip of the wine, but it didn't take long for Miya to feel that something was wrong with her and then the woman easily collapsed