The Wrong Valentine Novels & Stories

She left out her intimate moments with Ryan, but Venus wasn’t fooled. As Irene spoke, Venus’s gaze drifted to her neck. Something caught her eye near the collarbone — the edge of concealer rubbed off against Irene’s shirt collar. Venus narrowed her eyes and leaned forward without warning. “Hey— what are you doing?” Irene protested weakly. Venus swiped her thumb over the smudge, revealing the faint reddish-purple mark beneath. Her eyes widened, and she slapped her sister’s shoulder lightly. “Oh. My. God. Irene! Did you finally get laid??”

Rome repeated before taking another drink of his whiskey. Andrei let out a deep breath, as if carefully choosing his words. "Well... I already told her I love her." "And?" "She said she likes me." "But that wasn't my question." Rome raised an eyebrow. "Are you two actually together?" "We... never talked about that. We never really defined what we are—" "And that's exactly the problem," Rome cut in. "What?" Andrei asked, frowning. "She's not your girlfriend." Rome looked at him seriously. "Which means you don't have the right to tell her who she can spend time with or who she can see."

As if daring her to walk a way with the look in his eyes. Slowly….. Slowly …. Closing the space between them …. Irina froze .. aware of what was about to happen and awaited it calmly. She wanted him. Kyle George. Her business partner. He paused. Looked at her and groaned. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re not my business partner , Irina “. He said. And Irina blinked “Kyle…? “ And when he’d caught up with they had made love with each other passionately , finally … without every business board room. It was jut both of them. Two consented adults with the same feelings.

will you at least come and meet him before saying no? Val sighed dramatically. "I hate you." "I know." Liv said,face hopeful. "But will you come?" Val looked around the table. Every single member of the family was smiling. Even Ethan. Especially Ethan. She groaned. "This is why I hide in Florida." "When's the show?" Ethan asked. Livvy smiled. "Valentine's Day." The words had barely left her mouth before Ethan's head snapped up and his chair scraped back. "No." he said forcefully.

"The guest list includes four members of the state transit board and the entire executive committee for the Vance merger. They aren't looking at dresses." "They’re looking at everything," Bridget murmured. She stopped behind Sloane’s chair, her eyes meeting her sister’s in the glass. "Arthur Vale's head of acquisitions is near the main bar. He hates small talk. Do not offer him a summary. The woman with the diamonds near the terrace is Margaret’s oldest friend. She expects you to know her name before she gives it to you. And the couple by the east windows control the pension fund vote Declan needs next quarter."

He felt that the gifts he had bought for her were not enough, so he decided to buy more. As he walked, he spoke quietly to his assistant. “We are going to get more gifts for my girl. I don’t think the ones I bought are enough.” The assistant nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said. As Eric turned a corner, his eyes landed on a young woman holding a pendant. Eric’s footsteps slowed immediately. His eyes locked onto the pendant in the young woman’s hand. For a brief second, even his breathing seemed to pause. It was the same family heirloom he had given to a girl seventeen years ago.

And. “And the fourth,” Julian said softly, watching me count. “The fourth was never a Hart, Mrs. Hart, and that is the punchline of your magnificent life. Rosa’s ledger... the real one, not the Swiss one... lists the night’s deliveries in order of price. Clara: kept, then drowned. Celeste: sold to the highest bidder, who was Eleanor, though Eleanor never knew the seller was her own nurse. Me: retained as an investment. And you...” He opened the freezer. Frost exhaled like a held breath. Inside, in organized racks, were hundreds of labeled vials. On the lid, taped in plastic, a ledger page. “You were the overage. The fourth heartbeat nobody ordered. Adrian did not want you. My father did not

Opened it again. "I do understand," he said, but it came out uncertain, reaching for the right words and finding none of them. "Then tell me. Tell me what you understand." Silence. A long one. The kind that answers a question better than any sentence could. "Say something, Val." "What do you want me to say?" His jaw tightened, the charm finally slipping just slightly at the edges. "That I'm sorry? Fine. I'm sorry. Is that what fixes this?"

He thought about a crowd on Crane Street absorbing a woman in three seconds. He thought about a woman standing at an open car door on a public street and refusing to get in until she had what she wanted. He thought about Bastien reading his own direct number out over the phone to a woman who was about to use it to exit the situation. He thought about the four seconds between getting in and getting out. He typed back: How long between getting in and getting out. Vex's reply was immediate. Approximately four seconds. She also has his direct number now.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.