Inside Affair Book Novels & Stories

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

~Zade~ This sucks. For one I'm in the same room with the guy that slept with my girl and claims he was threatened. If he really was. Then suddenly Lexi tempting me to go furthter, to do things that I do not want to. She brings out the other side I do not want anyone to see, most especially her.

Hardy was devoted to her, so certain of their future together, that the idea of her hesitating would be unthinkable to him. But the truth was, she didn’t feel the same certainty. Because her heart belonged to someone else. And that someone else was Hardy’s father, Will. The thought of Will stirred a forbidden thrill within her, mingling with a deep, aching guilt. Their affair had begun as something reckless and impulsive, a spark that had ignited and consumed her before she even knew what was happening. Will was everything Hardy wasn’t—charismatic, worldly, and thrillingly unpredictable. With him, she felt alive in ways she hadn’t known were possible. But the reality was dangerous and messy,

The room was cold, but she felt an intense heat enveloping her. “Mr. Corrigan, didn’t you read my text message? I told you we needed to stop this,” she reminded him firmly. Alaric’s warm hand slowly crept to her waist, caressing it gently. He licked her earlobe again and nipped it, making Emerald gasp even louder. “Is that really what you want?” Emerald’s knees trembled uncontrollably. She knew that if she didn’t end this now, she would lose. “Yes. I don’t want to get involved in a family affair. This is the women’s locker room. Please leave, Mr. Corrigan,” she insisted, trying to stay resolute.

As a woman who had given birth before, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious in comparison. Her son, Peter Danford, had a deep tan and carried himself casually. Every evening after his shower, he would walk around in beach shorts, and the fabric would sway suggestively as he moved. I found myself both stunned and flustered. The size of it had left me wondering if I could even handle such a thing. I hadn't experienced the touch of a man since my divorce. My loneliness had grown unbearable, and I often retreated to the bathroom for some private solace on quiet nights.

I glanced at her amorously, the maid gown really revealed a great portion of her thighs. Her body was calling out to me and I couldn't resist it, I needed to have a taste of her again. This seemed like the perfect moment, locked up in a dark room like the slave she is. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, looking for more space to escape me but she found none. I tried to hold myself but she seemed so alluring, she stared at me from beneath her lashes and attempted to push me away. I pinned her against the wall and examined her terrified self, I could see her slowly giving in as my hand slipped up to her behind. I planted soft feather-like kissing on Camilla's neck and nibbled on her

“How long have I been out?” “About an hour. This is quite a unique book. I think you’d find it interesting as well. Miriam wrote about you.” “What the hell?” he said with a deep frown. “She didn’t mention you by name, but she definitely wrote about you and your brother Andrew. Listen,” she said and began reading out loud: A Sex Maniac’s Journal By Dr. Miriam Bachmeier Chapter four My First Encounter

I apologized to Fannie, saying that I was sorry to have caused her to have a headache. She did nothing more than shake her head. "You were the one responsible for our decision to enter this industry on the day that we made it. Because of the sin that you committed, I cannot lock you up in the cloister. There is really no problem with what you did; the people who make it an issue are the ones who are the problem." She turned around and flashed a grin at me. "Then I learned from someone else that the nature of the relationship that exists between the two of them is currently unclear. "Are the claims made by the resources accurate? Perhaps it's nothing more than idle rumor..." I uttered.

She was crossing her limits day by day and getting more desperate for his attention. If Manik wanted, then he could have accepted Jessica's offer easily. If he had indulged in an affair with her, then his life would have been sorted. After all, Jessica was a beautiful, career oriented girl and this was her father's company. So, he would have got more facilities. But no! Manik had someone else in his heart. He had someone in his heart whose presence gave peace to his heart, who was the ointment of his every pain. He could never get into an affair with any girl forgetting Nandini.

He was going to take the rest of the day off even if I had to make him. A door connected his living room to the library. I opened it expecting to find my fiancé, instead I was greeted by a disturbing sight. At the far end of the library, Miles was going through a desk in a small room. A room that existed where the wall should have been.