As soon as I saw him my heart skipped a beat. You know, the way it does when you see something you really want? Well, in this case, mine was a blonde adonis with green eyes that barely glanced in my direction.
He disappeared at the end of the aisle and I found myself gazing at rows and rows of pasta. How could there be so many different types of pasta? I shook my head with annoyance, before remembering my husband's voice in my head.
'Just pick up a takeout on your way home.'
I hated takeout. I wanted to make a thick spaghetti carbonara with oodles of red wine to wash it down. Then I wanted to have sex with my husband on the new sheepskin rug that dominated my lounge without the kids interrupting us for five seconds.
I sighed, picking up a bag of spaghetti before turning in the direction of the jars of sauces that were lined up beside it. A scent hit my nostrils, and I felt a shiver run through me. Standing a few feet a
My husband was the sort of man who believed the world owed him something. He was an associate for the mob, collecting money for the higher-ranking members of the Mafia, and any other jobs they wanted him to do. He would never get any further because he wasn't of Italian descent, and he never would be.But that didn't stop him from attempting to mimic them. He even adopted the accent, shelling every last cent we had on the best suit he could buy, simply to look the part."Rosie, baby, make sure you look good tonight. The boss will be there and he will be paying attention to me. Which means you, too."I sighed as I wriggled into my little black dress. Despite it being cheap, I knew I looked good in it. My creamy pale skin contrasted against my dark hair, which I'd curled so that it hung over my shoulder most elegantly. I'd decided to emphasise my green eyes with soft black eyeshadow, lining them with black eyeliner and coats of thick mascara. My plump lips were nu
*SCENES OF FORCED SEX/RAPE. READ WITH CAUTION. 18 PLUS/TRIGGER WARNING.*"I need you to be my wife for display."Was he joking? A hollow laugh escapes my lips, whilst he cocks an eyebrow at me in disbelief. The two men standing outside the door are heavily armed, and I know with one word from him, I'd be dead. Two years ago I'd been taken from the streets and used as a sex slave for this...family. Sold to the highest bidder weekend after weekend, whilst during the week cooking and cleaning the houses I was sent to work in.Today was Monday.My whole body ached, and I could barely believe what Carlos was asking me. Out of the three brothers that headed the family, Carlos was the coldest. This man had given me post traumatic stress disorder from the few times I'd seen him do 'business'. It didn't matter that he was drop dead gorgeous- he was evil."Ria?"I look up when he says my name, swallowing hard. His dark eyes
Mary-BethHe wasn't just off-limits.Ha, I wish.At first I thought it was just a childish crush, and I shrugged it off. It was only when we both went to the same party that we crossed the line. I was drunk, but not too drunk. I'd seen him there, and was annoyed that he looked better than any other guy there.The one guy I couldn't have.Sleeve tattoos that covered his strong forearms that peeked out beneath his black t-shirt. Coarse black hairs that covered his arms. The rough, black beard that hid an exquisite jawline, the slender green eyes that roamed around the room in a bored fashion. His hair fell in front of his eyes as he sipped his drink- whiskey- str
KRISTINADamn Louis.'Pick me up at midnight, I swear I'll be ready,' he'd promised. And where was he?Nowhere to be seen.I dragged my phone out of my bag, trying to suppress a yawn. I'd be working late tonight, which wasn't unusual for me. Bradley had files that had to be ready the next day for his big shot meeting with Fickley & Co, and so, being the dutiful assistant that I was, I'd stayed late.Again.It was no wonder I didn't have a man. I was cons
Nikita was so over her regular haunts.Perry, one of her closest friends, had suggested they go somewhere different tonight, and although Nikita was unsure, she went along with it. Perry lived in the next town along, and a new club had opened there, which was where they would probably end up."Just put all this work shit out of your mind and focus on having fun. OK? I've arranged for us to meet Crystal and Mai at ten pm, so we need to get ready quickly."Crystal and Mai were more Perry's friends than they were mine, and I knew then that we wouldn't be going to the new club. Crystal and Mai were together, and also insanely attractive. The last time we had all gone out to the mainstream bars, we had all been escorted out after the blokes had gotte
My ex has always been the hottest man I've ever met.It's a broad statement- but it's true.What makes that difficult though, is that he makes every man pale in insignificance beside him, despite the fact that as a couple, we just don't work. His problem is- he works too much, and I'm too jealous.He's a model, meaning he is constantly surrounded by stunning women (and men) who look down at me like I'm a mere human (which I am) and I can't stand it. I'm an office jockey, and what I earn in a month is what Luis, my ex, earns in a single photoshoot with the right company.Meh.So we ended it, and every time I meet a man, I'm immediatel
I'd always envied Mal, for his confidence and ease with girls. Me on the other hand; awkward as fuck. I don't know why he was more successful than me in the female department- we were identical for fucks sake. We shared the same honey coloured eyes, and deeply tanned skin. We wore our hair the same- floppy and messy. We worked outside in the sun daily, helping sell boat trips and the like to tourists.Tourists flocked to Greece in the Summer- and countless women had thrown themselves at me. I just felt like none of them captured my attention enough for me to sleep with them. Mal called me all sorts for this- and night after night he took back different girls to our shared apartment. The walls were thin, and I was able to hear everything, including the awkward conversation the next day. Mal didn't give a shit- he had zero respect for women. PARKERI'd waited so long to taste her. To feel her. Intimately, not just the outside of her body. I gazed down at her, the thin hoodie she wore hiding her curves, the baggy grey joggers holding treasure beyond my wildest dreams behind the fabric.Rose Lux Johnson.Fuck, how I wanted her."You really want me to do that?" Rose laughed, trying to disguise her nerves. I nod, lifting her up from the bed so I was the one now sitting down."You once texted me asking if I wanted a striptease," I chuckle, as her eyes close with embarrassment."It was a dare-""Then I dare you to do it. Only if you want my hands and tongue all over your body, that is."
The Vault The Striptease
PARKERI'd waited so long to taste her. To feel her. Intimately, not just the outside of her body. I gazed down at her, the thin hoodie she wore hiding her curves, the baggy grey joggers holding treasure beyond my wildest dreams behind the fabric.Rose Lux Johnson.Fuck, how I wanted her."You really want me to do that?" Rose laughed, trying to disguise her nerves. I nod, lifting her up from the bed so I was the one now sitting down."You once texted me asking if I wanted a striptease," I chuckle, as her eyes close with embarrassment."It was a dare-""Then I dare you to do it. Only if you want my hands and tongue all over your body, that is."