Temporarily Yours Novels & Stories

That all this happiness I'm feeling is temporary. ******************************************

But what choice did I have? I’d built this place from nothing. I could still remember the smell of fresh paint and sawdust, the first time I walked the club floor barefoot with blueprints in hand. Every inch of Il Leone Nero had my DNA buried in it. Letting them in felt like letting strangers into my bones. “Let me be clear,” I said, gripping the pen. “This is a temporary fix. Three months. I buy you out. Full terms and no debate.” They nodded like they didn’t believe a word but I signed anyway.

“Then what is it about?” What is stable. I almost laugh. Almost. “That sounds familiar.” Because it is true. I take a slow breath. “And you think I am not stable.” You are temporary. The words hit harder than anything else. Because part of me already knew that. “I am holding everything together.” For now. The space shifts again. But you are not part of the system. Not fully. Not permanently. I clench my jaw. “That does not mean I cannot be.” No. It does not.

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“Isn’t this arrangement supposed to be temporary?” “It is temporary,” I answered quickly while avoiding his eyes. “Just long enough to expose whoever is behind the messages.” “And after that?” The question landed strangely between us. “After that,” I replied carefully while avoiding Adrian’s eyes, “you return to annoying the female population and I return to peace.” The words sounded confident leaving my mouth, but something about saying after that suddenly made this arrangement feel more temporary than I expected. Adrian leaned back against the bleachers slowly, and the lazy grin returning to his face somehow looked softer after everything we had just discussed.

he apologized "That was smart of you to keep me my lunch" "I have a pregnant wife, that is the least I should do" "thanks, dear, I heard Kate accompany you for the meeting" "I didn't want to wake you " "I need a full body massage for sleeping on that chair" "that can be arranged," he told her "I am thinking of something darling" she nodded as she pays attention to him "I want to make Kate my temporary assistant" "why dear, was it because I was not at the meeting" "no darling, you heard the doctor, you need no stress, it's just temporary"

Tina pushed her bottom lip out in a pout, crossing her arms over her chest as she paused in the opening to Skylar's cubicle and watched as Skylar sat down and wiggled the mouse to wake her computer screen. Skylar ignored Tina's pout and opened the available placements memo from that morning. Mostly more accounting firms, law offices, and a couple big companies looking for mailroom temps. Skylar stopped scrolling and clicked on one of the placements. She knew it must be the one Tina was talking about because she heard an excited squeak behind her. Banscroft Empires. Looking for a temp placement for CEO James Banscroft's personal secretary. Skylar quickly clicked apply and said a quick prayer

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

"So you finally came to your senses. At least you were smart enough to come back." I let out a cold chuckle and turned to leave with Benjamin. One of my coworkers leaned over and whispered, "Who's that? He sure acts like he owns the place." "A blind, rabid mutt." Gideon's expression darkened. He grabbed my wrist. "Audrey, how much longer are you going to keep this up?"

“Now and forever. I swear on my life.” My cheeks rose as I smiled. “Good night, Dario.”