Public Display Of Affection Meaning

Twenty-six, brilliant, and achingly untouched, PhD student Cassie walks into the city’s most exclusive sex club because of a bet against her virginity. She chooses him blindly: a cruel Dom who drags her to the hidden chambers, spreads her trembling thighs, and takes her virginity with slow, savage thrusts while she screams. She never sees his face. She buries the memory under ambition, until her mother’s death forces her back to her home. Her brother offers her an internship with his best friend, Reginald Walker; an introverted, lethal and impossibly controlled CEO. The man whose mere presence makes her wet and reckless. Cassie pushes until Reggie snaps, chains her on the wooden crucifix, spreads her legs and fucks her till she's speaking in tongues. Despite the fact that Reggie cannot do emotions, their secret affair turns raw and desperate: His hand is always fisted in her hair, his neck filled with hickeys that his shirt cannot hide. Their love and lust is so violent it terrifies them both. Then the devil returns. Lucien is the one who broke Cassie's virginity and he recognises her one night, when Cassie moans Reggie's name at the Forbidden. He wants a taste of her again and asks Reggie to share, as sometimes they shared subs. Reggie refuses. Lucien vows to get her. When Reggie's past is dug up and dirty secrets are revealed, the trust in the relationship is broken. Cassie runs to her brother with a broken heart. Reggie drowns in whiskey and self-loathing. On his knees in the rain,he begs for her forgiveness and love. She gives it, but nothing is the same again. They start over slowly, trying to rebuild what Lucien nearly destroyed. One careful kiss, one trembling “I love you,” one fragile heartbeat at a time.

Being a teenager who has all she wants except the love and caring she craves for, all that Freezia Zarie Harrison ever wanted to do was to live a normal and simple life. A small family of her own, a loving husband and to become a successful fashion designer but all her dreams goes crushing down with a single agreement which compels her life to make an opposite turn. Nonetheless,Zarie goes with the flow of fate, realizing the puzzle of fate does not always fix itself in the manner we expect it to, because sometimes our destinies are more complex than we actually think. - Join me on this journey as we dive into the life of the lone teenager.

Scianna Alexandria G. Castañedo "I'm sorry, but with all due respect, we still have a patient and it's still working hours. We should not do the catching up when we're working." Ngayong nakaharap na siya sa akin ay kitang kita ko ang galit sa mga mata niya. You still mad at me huh? You still can't forgive me..

Warning - This story contains dark content (This story is based on pure fiction and imagination. In no condition this is meant to hurt anyone's political or religious views. This is just for the entertainment purpose.) The story belongs to... Damon Delgado who is a mafia lord who is as feared as death, he never hurts women though, but what happens suddenly is that he forces a widow woman to marry him. Was he in love? No! He was in hate and the marriage is Punishment for her. What did the poor woman do to him to deserve that? Mira Thakur, the hot headed and short tempered girl. How is she going to handle the torture of her mafia husband? When the two different worlds collide, the darkness blazes. If Damon is ice then Mira is a fire!

There is a thin line between love and hatred. Charlotte Jenkins a lady in her mid twenties has to get married to the only heir of Dalton group of company. She thought she would get her old life back and get to save her dying sister but will Tyler Dalton be the ideal husband she thought he was? Find outbid this intriguing story of how Charlotte Jenkins finds out how cubby, manipulative and wayward Tyler Dalton is and how they slowly fall in love with each other.

This is a story of rebirth.Two lovers born to be each other mate.Their love for each other is more than any bond can serve. Killed brutally in the hands of fate or more like killed by someone. Hundred years later they both born again.They are supposed to be soul enemies but fate has other games planed for them. They again meet but this time instead of love they have hatred in each others eyes .Though they are mates again in this life. They had seen visions of them together in past life but did not see each other's face clearly in it until they meet. They did not remember each other in this life. But the person who killed them did remember everything and will playing a huge role in their lives when the mates meet again. History will again repeat itself but this time ending is different.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

Marona is an intelligent and hardworking girl, wishing for a loving life with her husband. But her husband's chaotic life kills him and now she is thrown in front of her husband's cruel brother for marriage. Mafia lord, Mikhail Delgado is Marona's nightmare, how will she survive when she is forced to marry him. Mikhail's only desire was to conquer Marona on whom he has finally got his hands. Will he be able to conquer her or will destroy her.

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

Jey Azenaiah is an average girl. She knows that being a beautiful girl is far from the description of her face. Pero pagdating naman sa patalinuhan ay nangunguna siya. She is brave and she never let someone drag her down. She always do what is right and do what she wants. Ngunit sa panibagong eskwelahan na papasukan niya malaking pagbabago sa buhay ang makakaharap niya. One glance at Darius Flint Hicayo, she knows that her heart is crazily like someone. Mabilis siyang nahulog at nadala sa tibok ng kanyang puso. But in life, there are circumstances that even yourself can't control and for Jey Azenaiah it was Jax Atticus Grayse. In the play of flames three hearts will be the player but only one will be the winner. Would destiny help Azen to determine her own flames? Or would she rather let herself find what her heart admires?