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I started work after two years of my high diploma. I never engaged in any love relations after the previous love heart breaks. Infact some workmates wondered what kind of lady I was my age without any boyfriend. For sure some came my way but I never gave any man any a chance. 3 years later as am I am walking home, a car stops . Excuse me beautiful, can I give you a ride? I proudly answer, no thank you, I have reached my destination already. Again question, hey beautiful, then can I have your number....nah, I have no phone. To my utter shock, the stranger in the car hands me a brand new already set up phone and says, please leave it on, I will give you a call. Little did I know I had met th

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

The answer was the first thing that greeted Valerie's hearing and she could only exhale slowly, as her hand was pulled like a pet when it was obvious that Arthur saw her wearing 9cm high heels and it was quite difficult for her to walk. As the gray Lamborghini Countach greeted Valerie, she thought that a driver was going to take her, but she was stunned to see Arthur's body casually getting behind the wheel. "Just the two of you?" Valerie was still frozen in place even though the car door opened upwards. "Get in!!!" Arthur shouted impatiently, making Valerie rush into the car which made her tremble even more when she remembered the price of 200,000 euros, around 3.3 billion.

Valentino did not think that Almyra would be willing to give up her body and serve David's depraved desires just for money and a luxurious place to live. "Good, now prepare my car! And one more thing, don't tell anyone my real name," Valentino said. "Okay, it's ready sir." They immediately prepared the car requested by their master. After everything was ready, Valentino immediately rushed downstairs and got into his car. He purposely asked his men to buy a very ugly used car for him to drive to his office. The car he wanted was black and could almost be said to be retired. The car was very old and the engine was not as good as it used to be.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

Now I understand: it was possession. I got in the car without saying thank you. The smell of new leather and lavender filled the space, muffling the sound of my racing heart. Carlos turned around and sat in the front seat next to the driver. Valentina took the back seat with me, crossing her legs and watching the landscape as if nothing could shake her. The ride was silent. The wheels glided along the road, and the constant sound of the tires against the asphalt was almost hypnotic. From time to time, Valentina would ask a question, casual and cutting.

"It's in the car. I'll be right back." "Okay." I nodded my head, smiling back at him. Carson walks from the bar and I turn around to enjoy my Shirley Temple. •••••• Carson's POV I exit the bar and walk to my car. I was finally going to give Kayla the necklace that I bought for her during Valentine's Day period. It was our first Valentine's Day apart as I was on internship, but I still got her a gift. I saw the necklace and I couldn't help buying it. I had it with me ever since then, but I haven't gotten the chance to give it to her as yet.

Val unlocked the car and slid in. “Trust me Luciana; this is so not what you will think.” Val started the car and pulled out of the spot. “I can have someone bring you back for your car.” “Whatever. Not like anything can happen to it.” Val smiled and threw the gear into third, quickly tearing off down the busy street. In her clique of friends, she was probably the only female who liked a stick shift. The power and the speed those types of cars gave her meant she would forever enjoy it and long for it, it was an adrenaline rush she didn’t get elsewhere.

His eyes swirled into a deep black with red flecks. “Fine,” I acquiesce, retrieving the key fob from my pocket. I pressed the button to disable the alarm and unlock the car, turning now to open my car door. “Wait a minute.” Valen grabbed my arm, whirling me around to face him, and my hands flattened on his pectorals. “You’re really leaving like that? No proper send-off?” I arched a brow, and a teasing smile spread on my lips. “Like what?” “Now you’re just being bratty,” he glowered, and snaked his arms around me, pressing my pelvis to his. His desire stoked my desire, stirring our bond with need.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!