Novel & Cerita The Most Sought After Man Novel

“You never tell me anything about yourself.” “Imagine my surprise when the new bride you refused to let me meet suddenly approached me, asking for a job.” He raised his shoulders. “Of course, I would employ her and take the opportunity to dig out everything I could about her,” he finished and slid me a regretful look. “I’m sorry for deceiving you, Eliza. I should have let you know from the start.” He winced and added, “I was just a tiny little bit nosy.” Tiny? I echoed in my head with a snort. Yeah, right. I think he meant to say he was extremely nosy.

He was thirty-two, powerful, and completely out of my league. The elevator dinged, and the doors glided open directly into his private penthouse. The apartment was massive, minimalist, and dark. The only illumination came from the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rainy city skyline. The floors were polished dark wood, and the air smelled like expensive cedarwood and rain. "Seraphina." The voice came from the shadows near the kitchen island.

But none of those men knew that beneath that submissive facade stood a desperate woman willing to do absolutely anything for the person she loved. The moment I stepped onto the glass runway, the crimson and purple lights blinded me. The club’s lounge was massive, nestled right in the heart of SoHo, Manhattan. SoHo was known for its upscale sophistication, but here, in the basement of this discreet building, sophistication bled into pure danger. I looked down, and a chill snaked straight down my spine. Dozens of wealthy men sat in luxurious leather armchairs. Every single one of them wore expensive masks that obscured their faces, shielding their identities as billionaires, politicians, and t

I lifted the champagne flute to my lips and took a sip on it as I held my gazes to the grinning eligible man approaching my way. His hair neatly combed backward and nicely waxed. His suit was immaculately clean and straight while his shoes were blinding everyone who would look down on it. Lorenzo Gomez. The topnotch business magnate who runs the Gomez Empire. Named as the most elusive bachelor in town. The person who makes and breaks anyone at the same time. The man of the hour. Everyone believed he had everything. And that included me.

did you call your Aphrodite? Is the woman who called you in the car also one? What’s her name again? Amanda? Or maybe the woman who deliberately threw herself at you in Miley’s boutique? I guess every woman is your so-called Aphrodite. Who knows? Well, you are one of the most sought-after bachelors, women would come swarming around you. I bet your evenings are as hot as the summer’s day.” Pulled myself away from him, but before I could stand up, he grabbed my waist and hugged me tightly from behind. He chuckled, “Are you jealous? Please tell me that you are.” I tried to break free from his hug, but the more I moved the more he tightened his grip. “You are too proud of yourself. Let go of me

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

A man with his resources could have tracked me down in hours. But he never did. Not once in three years. So why was I sitting here acting sad? I was ridiculous. He never said who the bride was. The internet had theories, but the name mentioned most often was Nancy. She had been the only woman consistently around him during his startup years. It fit. She was the heroine after all. The system-chosen heroine. No one avoided her. Not even the man who had supposedly “broken his abstinence” because of me. It annoyed me that to her, Travis was nothing more than a ticket home.

His eyes watered and Blankenship nearly tossed his accounts. He dodged a number of serving wenches, their breasts nearly toppling out of thin muslin bodices. Such low, dirty creatures held no appeal to him any longer. He craved soft, creamy skin, burnished gold hair and pale pink lips. He craved Emily Parr. Blankenship started to slide into a table near the door when something caught his eye. Near the back, a well-dressed man lounged at a table, one hand curled around a glass of gin. The other hand was fisted in the tangled mess of a woman's hair as he urged her head up and down over his groin. Blankenship stifled a moan, then shifted uncomfortably, and adjusted his trousers. His greatest de

“Yes, sir, I understand perfectly. But tonight is my only night, I'm just taking one of the waiters off. I was called at the last minute...” “That’s explained...” At that moment the manager turns his back and leaves. The young man, in turn, remains ready, waiting for the call from the only customer present. Meanwhile, the richest man in the city and, no longer as handsome as he used to be for some more demanding women, remains seated at his exclusive table next to a huge window, overlooking the sea, holding a book with both hands. which is already on the last pages. His eyes don't even blink with excitement. He had saved one of the most acclaimed works in his collection for last.

The floor is crowded already and my head is swirling that I don't know which way to go anymore. "Get your hands off me, mister", I gave him a glare but it doesn't stop him to keep his arms around me. I'm just hoping that dad was still around to take this man out of my sight. "You're very beautiful, miss. Would you mind going out with me after the party?", the man asked me with lust in his eyes. "No, man. She's with me and you can let her go now or else you'll see your face on the floor tonight", I heard Devin talking to the stranger who is holding me right now.