That's Kinda Hot Novels & Stories

I take the elevator down to the lobby and take a quick look in the mirror at my outfit. Unlike Romina, I don't need high fashion, especially for my bi-weekly grocery store runs. My tank top, shorts, and favorite pair of sandals are ideal. I take a hold of my hair and wrap it around the top of my head in a knot. It's hot outside, and I despise being hot, especially when my hair is stuck to my neck.

The last thing we need is Hope going missing. "Mmm, I might just of enjoyed that." She answered as she pulled me towards Hope. I don't know about her, but the heat had just picked up. And all I did was get a peck. I was desperate to share that woman's body, claiming it as my own. ----

Maureen nudged her. Aria laughed. “Yes, we’re friends now. Not that close though.” “I feel offended. I thought we were close now.” A voice spoke from behind and both girls looked back. It was Matteo. “Here, you left your book.” Matteo said and handed the book over to her. “You’re Maureen, right?” Matteo said, his right hand stretched out for a handshake. “I guess I’m quite popular. Nice to meet you, Matteo. Aria here was just saying nice things about you, so I believe both of you are quite close now.” Maureen said, taking the gesture.

Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”

Even me as the writer don't know but it is very hot! Have a nice day. Please do like, comment, follow me up. Thank you

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.”

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

We said bye and then we both headed our separate ways. "How can you be buddy buddy, with that hottie?" A girl asked me. I laughed. "hottie? Please, Aaron is just Aaron. I don't see him in the way, all of you do. That's probably why I don't see the hottie in him." "Girl, you need help, that man is fine." Another girl told me. "Yummy." They both left and kept saying how hot he is. Aaron is not just hot, he is extremely sexy.

Cute. Wait. Cute?

I said it questioningly "I don't know, but he's hot as fuck. He's as hot as your brother and you too. He looks a lot like you and a little bit of your brother. Well he's very hot. It's going to be a tough year. We've got three hot guys in one year. What the fuck?.... You should see it" said Camelia as she Cameron and I grab my hands to head towards the crowd