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"Mia, you won't believe what just happened!" Isabella said happily, as she tried to settle in. Mia looked up from her book, curiosity sparkling. "Try me! What's going on? You didn't get the job.? Isabella dropped onto the couch, exhaling deeply. "Far from it girl, I got more than the job. James Reed offered me an insane proposal." "What kind of proposal?" Mia's eyes widened Isabella hesitated before blurting out the truth. "He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend, then marry him, and if possible, bore him an heir, and in return, he pays me the sum of $500,000."

Emmeline's face turned absolutely scarlet with her mouth falling open in shock. She punched him weakly in the chest, her glare undermined by the furious blush spreading down her neck. "You're absolutely shameless!" she hissed, though her body betrayed her with a shiver of arousal. A wicked, sinful smirk tugged at the corner of Zavian's lips. He leaned in close until his breath felt hot against her ear. "I'd swim in your red sea without hesitation, little girl. I'd worship between your thighs for hours, drinking you down, making you come on my tongue again and again until you forgot your own name. Your period wouldn't stop me. Nothing would stop me from claiming what's mine."

He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

Elena I woke to a soft knock on the door, sunlight already pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows like judgment. The bed—king-sized, cloud-like, oppressively pristine—felt more like a display prop than a place to sleep. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I saw the envelope again. Reality rushed in like cold water. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and pulled the silk robe tighter around me. The floors were warm beneath my bare feet as I padded to the closet. A rack of clothes had appeared overnight—dresses in soft neutrals, tailored blouses, delicate heels. None of them were mine. Of course not. I picked a pale cream blouse and high-waisted taupe trousers, polished and mo

The world of us had long since faded, there was only him, the heat of his body, and the aching need that was rushing through me, the need that told me I needed him in me. His hands slid from my waist, and he began to work his fingers up my ribs till he reached my blouse. With his mouth still over mine, I felt him begin to map my skin through the cotton and a shiver ran through me. I gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to call out his name. “Sylas…” He answered by dragging his lips down my jaw and biting lightly at the curve of my neck. I let out a loud moan and let my head fall back so he could have better access to my nape.

Her chest was heaving, and her face was flushed. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her lips were parted as she breathed. Her hair was fanned out, and she had a glow all over her face. She looked like a goddess. I kissed her deeply, slowly moving my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues met and fought for dominance. But I let her win, and she moaned as she deepened the kiss. She tasted of the wine we had at dinner last night, and I couldn't get enough.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

he added, his voice hoarse with need. I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Neither can I." With a swift movement, I untied my robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing my naked body. My skin glowed in the warm light, my breasts full and perky, nipples already taut with arousal.

“Taste. That explains all those trashy Mills & Boon books you have in the Romance section.” I affect a stern expression and point at her. “Those are British first editions, young whelp. And also Martha Wilkins’s favorites, from what I understand. Martha Wilkins, wife of Bob Wilkins, owner of Dooley’s Ice Cream and Subs, and chairman of the Town Board. Friends in high places, you see.” Cassie crosses her arms. “Ah. And I imagine those Mills & Boon novels take Martha Wilkins to high places, indeed.” “Thanks. Gonna need brain-bleach to get rid of that image.”

“Got it.” Vanessa figured any woman who could be bought wasn’t a threat. “If that’s all, I’m leaving,” Jane said, picking up the check and giving Vanessa a pointed look before walking out. As soon as she stepped outside, she bumped into the manager. He looked cautious. “All done?” Jane smiled slightly. “Manager, please tell the company that Mrs. Young from rising sun tech company was impressed by the project and is awarding one million dollars as a bonus to all employees.”