Yo Antes De Ti Libro Novels & Stories

Apologies came fast then, tangled with excuses and urgency, as if speed could undo damage. She wasn’t interested in speed anymore. She was interested in direction. Rihanna ducked into a small café she’d passed twice already, the windows fogged slightly from warmth inside. She ordered a coffee she’d never tried before, mispronounced it, laughed softly at herself when the barista corrected her. It felt good—this small, ordinary mistake that belonged only to her. She sat by the window and opened her laptop. Not to check messages. To work. Emails waited. Orientation details. A reminder about her first day. A list of things she’d need to bring. Names she didn’t recognize yet—people who would soon

I thought it was going to be a normal day. Not my second time of running into the same ex. Now there was surely no escape from this one. I was done for. All I had left to say were my last prayers. They moved to the counter to make their order while I basically had my textbook in my face as disguise. That was so freaking childish. Searching for what table to take, my hands all of a sudden felt slippery causing the textbook to fall off. Shit! His eyes found mine. “Emerald?” He asked, amusingly.

Chapter 1 I had his cock in my mouth before the Uber even pulled away from the curb. The back door was still swinging shut behind us when I dropped to my knees on the floor mat. The car lurched forward half a second later—driver accelerating like he wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening but I was already between Noah’s spread thighs, palms flat on the rough denim, nose brushing the growing bulge that strained against the fabric.