I was so drained after my long shift, all I wanted to do was sleep. My body was aching, and I felt like I was going to nod off any second.
"Order some food, you need to eat. Then why don't you get a bath and an early night?"
My dad peers at me with concern as I yawn, sliding the menu over to look at. I'm kneeling on the kitchen stool whilst Dad glances around, panic setting in on his face.
"Your passport is here, bro."
I look up with surprise to see Nick, my Dad's friend walking into the kitchen. His t shirt was straining slightly against his toned body, but I avert my eyes and continue to drool over the food instead. Besides, Nick was divorced and way too old for me.
What was I thinking?
"Fuck you!""Right back at you, sweetheart," Michael shoots back, slamming the fridge door shut."I'm not going to a dinner with your fucking ex-" Sam screams from the lounge."Fucking Jesus woman! She is my cousins wife!"Michael slams the beer down on the counter, popping the lid off as he drinks it quickly. His wife was a fucking nightmare."Do I give a shit? I'm your wife, and I'm telling you I'm not going. You've fucked her, Mick!""I was seventeen! You're a psychopath, you know that don't you?"Sam storms in, her green eyes blazing as she stands in front of Michael, her hands on her hips. Michael can't help but adm
I was pretty sure the meeting would run over now, considering the bigshot himself was still running late. It pissed me off that everyone else had to be on time, yet the most important man in the room didn’t bother to show until he was good and ready.Charlie Harrison, CEO of Waveyskies. I knew all I needed to know about this guy from the news- playboy by night and day. His parents were billionaires, and being the handsome only child meant that he got to do whatever he wanted, with anything, or anyone he wanted. My boyfriend, Graham, had been beyond interested when I told him Charlie would be appearing in our meeting today- but the fact remained that he was notoriously a bed hopping rich boy, who was probably late because he was getting his dick sucked. My mind drifted to this morning’s lazy session before we left for work- a quick fumble in bed before Graham exploded all ove
The White Party.Anyone who is anyone is there, and that means her.A slinky white dress, cut just above the mid thigh, short dark hair that curls at the ends. Deep green eyes that scan the room repeatedly, clearly searching for someone.Me.I step forward, greeting some business acquaintances with a broad smile. I can feel her eyes on me, and I refuse to make eye contact.It's inappropriate."Benjamin," booms a voice, clapping me firmly on the back. "Good to see you. How's the family?"I make smal
I open the door to see Mason standing there, a confused expression on his handsome face. He is wearing his gym attire, and I try not to allow my gaze to settle on his muscular arms."Is Jez in?""Uh, no," I swallow, opening the door a little wider. "Should he be?"Mason nods, rolling his eyes."Yeah, I'm supposed to be helping him train. It's cool though, I'll call him. Thanks Yasmin."He turns to walk away, when I call out to him without thinking."Why don't you wait here? I'm sure he won't be long." "She's walking in now. Green dress."I stroke my fingers over my lips as I watch the door, waiting for her to arrive. I was putting an end to this rivalry tonight."Now," the voice in my ear informs me, and I drop the phone into my jacket pocket. Sure enough, a woman stands in the doorway, her white hair curled to perfection, an emerald green dress accentuating her turquoise eyes. I swallow, wondering if the fates were so cruel. The fingers that were dripping in diamonds lifted her dress up, the fur stole around her shoulders making her look like a film star.Every man in here was gazing at her, and the man beside her glared at them all in turn. Her eyes scanned the room, a pure innocence in them that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. Then she saw me, and her lips parted, before the look that mirrored my own took o
The Vault The Revenge
"She's walking in now. Green dress."I stroke my fingers over my lips as I watch the door, waiting for her to arrive. I was putting an end to this rivalry tonight."Now," the voice in my ear informs me, and I drop the phone into my jacket pocket. Sure enough, a woman stands in the doorway, her white hair curled to perfection, an emerald green dress accentuating her turquoise eyes. I swallow, wondering if the fates were so cruel. The fingers that were dripping in diamonds lifted her dress up, the fur stole around her shoulders making her look like a film star.Every man in here was gazing at her, and the man beside her glared at them all in turn. Her eyes scanned the room, a pure innocence in them that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. Then she saw me, and her lips parted, before the look that mirrored my own took o
THIS IS A SPIN OFF ONE SHOT FOR TWO CHARACTERS FROM MY STORY SAY IT ISNT SO. IT IS A FANTASY STANDALONE.F R A N K I EI'm not stupid. I know if Andy could have anyone, he would choose my sister, Max.All dark curls and pouty lips, a heart of gold and curves that could cause car accidents. Yeah, legit perfection.After the drama that had occurred a few years ago, I thought I'd never see Andy again. So imagine my surprise when he walks into a bar I'm working at. I need the cash, and I'm already working a day job. I'm beyond tired, but it's safe to say I perk up a little when the muscular man with wet dark hair enters the bar. I don't recognise him at first- but then he shakes the raindrops from his hair; loose, dark curls springing back as his hands sweeps though them.
This book was requested by the winner of The Vault competition. Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram and Facebook to keep in touch!Dedicated to JHW.Enjoy.ROWANI knew who has just walked in to the firehouse from the click of her heels on the stone floor. The only women that worked in Station 12 were Gabbie and Marg- neither of which that would be seen dead in heels. I finished refilling the bottle of air, checking it has reached the required capacity before her perfume filled my senses.“Working hard again?” The syrupy sweet voice greets me, and I tighten the lid on the bottle before shooting her a smile over my shoulder. Her hair is in a loose bun, tendrils framing her face which is fuck-me-beautiful. She’s wearing he
I’ve always been in relationships.The longest one was eight years, so when that ended you could say I was sexually curious…So I did what any insecure, cheated on woman would do.I indulged.It started off with getting drunk and sleeping around, sometimes with guys in the same friend circle.Try not to judge me.My ex told me I was turning into a slag—but what even is that? I love Latest chapter