Kiara
"Ms. Black, we're going to have to let you go." I blink rapidly, trying to process what my boss, Mr. Davis, just said. "I'm sorry...what?" "We must make budget cuts." Liar. There's not an ounce of empathy on his stupid, tanned face. "So was I like the first on the list or-" I can't help but raise my voice as I grow more upset. "Ms. Black, it's been two years since you wrote a bestseller and no offense, but your romance novels are no longer drawing the attention of your audience." Why do people say "no offense" when what they're about to say is going to offend the fuck out of you? My face contorts with hurt and confusion. "So what you're saying is...my books are...boring?" He clears his throat, gazing out the window of his office. "Look Kiara, your audience is looking for spice. The spicier, the better. Your latest manuscript has not one explicit scene in it, it might as well be YA," he continues, "I'm sorry, but no one is willing to publish it." And I didn't think I could get more offended... "If you can rewrite it with more spice, theres a chance we may bring you back on board, but for now, we have to let you go," he says stoically. Universe, just fuck me right? First, my boyfriend cheats on me with my sister. I have to sleep in my damn car for the next month. Now, I'm getting fired from my job. What a wonderful week I'm having (note the sarcasm). "You know what, you don't have to fire me because I quit!" I exclaim, abruptly standing from the chair and storming out of his office without another glance. I can feel the eyes of my former colleagues on me, but I keep my head down as I make my way to the elevator. I manage to hold it in until I reach my car. I swear, this is the most I've cried since my boyfriend in kindergarten proposed to another girl with a ring pop. I have maybe six months worth of living expenses covered. Six months to write a best-seller and find another agency to publish it. Or I will lose everything. Sooo, I'm going to need a drink. Like right fucking now! I pull up to the nearest bar using my GPS. It's practically empty inside except for the bartender and two other guys. Considering it's only noon, I'm surprised anyone is here at all. I'm two drinks in when I hear the door swing open. Someone plops down beside me, but I ignore them. There's like ten different bar stools in here, why the hell do they have to sit beside me?With a voice smoother than molasses, he asks, "what's a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?" I recoil in disgust. The last thing I need is some guy hitting on me right now. "Two more vodka tonics, please!" "Put it on my tab, and I'll have a bud, please." The bartender nods in the man's direction. Oh great, the asshole wants to play savior. I scowl as the drinks land on the counter in front of us. "You know, I can pay for my own drinks," I assert, still avoiding eye contact. "Never said you couldn't, but someone as gorgeous as you shouldn't have to." I learned early in life that guys don't do something nice unless they can get something out of it. I roll my eyes. "Let me guess, what do you want in return? Sex?" He chuckles deliciously. "If you're up to it." "What?" I shriek, shooting the stranger a glare. My eyes widen as I'm completely captivated by the sight of the man in front of me. He's handsome. Like drop-dead sexy. He has a beautiful, mocha-toned complexion with chiseled features, and hazel eyes that steal your breath away. I can tell he's tall and muscles ripple underneath his black t-shirt, exuding power and confidence. "Like what you see?" he flashes a crooked grin, exposing his dimples. They are like deep craters of charm that only make him more irresistible. I immediately hate him. Nobody should look this damn yummy. Nobody! "No!" I snap, quickly turning away to hide my flushed cheeks. Who the hell does this guy think he is? I've never seen someone be so direct, so fucking sure of himself. It's absurd. It's infuriating. It's....wait, why can't I stop this heat from pooling between my legs? "Why are you at a bar at noon on a Tuesday?" I continue to avert my eyes from the sexy stranger. "I could ask you the same thing." He hums. "Let me guess...some little boy broke your heart and you're feeling bitter, and plan to push away every man that tries to come into your life after him?" I toss back another glass. "I bet if you caught your sibling sleeping with your significant other, you would be bitter too." He's silent for a long moment. "I'm sorry, that really sucks." He sounds sincere, but it's too late. He's already hit a sore spot.Kiara "I don't need your sympathy," I bite out. Damn, I actually might need to tone down the bitterness a bit. I'm starting to sound like a real bitch. "Real men don't cheat." "Well, I didn't see the signs until it was too late. I'm starting to believe there aren't any left," I mutter, downing the last cocktail. "Well look no further, you're in the presence of one." I laugh humorlessly. "Nice one. You use that on all the girls you manage to trick into bed?" He shrugs. "Don't know, I don't usually approach women." "Oh, so I'm special then?" Ugh. I already know he's full of shit. Why am I still entertaining him? Maybe because he has my vagina throbbing like a second heartbeat. "I'm interested in finding out, but before I do, just know I'm not the relationship type. I don't do love. I'm usually just the guy women fuck inbetween serious relationships." I scoff. "Talk about being a cliche. I wonder how many guys have said "I don't do love," I use air quotes
Trey "We may have to delay the opening a few days," my head chef, Alexander, states. I scrub my hand over my face. "Are you fucking serious right now?" I groan loudly. He shakes his head. "I know, don't worry, the electrician will be here by the end of the week to fix the circuit breaker." Fuck me. The restaurant is supposed to open on Saturday night. I can only hope the electrician comes before then, or we'll have to wait until next weekend. "Trey, all we can do is wait. Please go home, relax, do whatever to get your mind off of this. I will call you as soon as they arrive." That's easier said than done. I can't relax knowing a circuit breaker just decided to start tripping last night. I have too much to prove. Too much to lose. *Flashback I wake up to a loud crash downstairs. Checking to make sure Jeremiah is still asleep, I quietly tiptoe across the hall to find Candy in bed trembling and cryin
Trey That was the last time we saw William. I never met my biological father and most likely never will. Mama said she was too drunk to remember who he is anyway. Even though she'd never admit, Mama did resent me for calling the cops on William. He was abusive, but he did help pay the bills. Without him, she had to work twice as much and that left me to raise Candy and Jeremiah until I left for culinary school. Then, I hurried and got a job so I could still provide for them and send Mama a decent amount of money each month. As I drive to my penthouse, desperate to distract myself from worrying about my dreams failing, I catch sight of a cozy little bar just around the corner from my restaurant. A drink won't hurt right now. I'll just make sure I stick to just the one. I step inside and my eyes immediately lock on the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. —————————————— What the fuck was I thinking? I look in the rear vi
TreyI pull into my designated parking space and turn off the engine. She glances over at me, her serious gaze intensified by chocolate eyes that look caramel underneath the sunlight. "Just because you take me to some fancy penthouse doesn't mean I'm sleeping with you," Kiara states. I chuckle lowly. "Oh trust me sweetheart, I don't want anything like that from you." My heart sinks a little when I catch a glimpse of sorrow in her eyes, yet she remains silent. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings- Hope I didn't hurt her feelings? Who am I? Drake? Since she's still very intoxicated, I offer to carry her, but she declines and holds my arm instead. We step into the elevator together, and there's this palpable tension in the air as we ascend. Every part of this feels wrong. Even when I lived in Texas, I never brought women back to my apartment. It's too intimate, and I swear, it's not because I have commitment issues. As a chef, I just love t
Kiara Waking up in a bed that's warm and cozy, but unfamiliar, feels strange because I've been sleeping in my car for almost a week now. Ugh, my head is pounding from the hangover. As I sit up, the sheet slips off and I realize I'm completely naked. Oh no! I must have slept with that guy from the bar. Did I really drink that much that I don't remember anything? I mean, I should at least be feeling sore somewhere, right? "Don't worry, I didn't touch you." I snap my head in the direction of his deep, husky voice. He's sitting in a chair across from the bed, his cold gaze fixed on me. How long has he been there watching me sleep? And if he didn't touch me, why am I naked? In HIS bed? I ask in a hushed tone, my mouth suddenly feeling parched, " what time is it?" "Quarter to midnight." My cheeks burn with humiliation. Not only am I in his bed, but I've spent the entire day sleeping in it. I'm officially never drinking AGAIN! "I'm so sorry, I sho
Kiara Am I hearing this correctly? After everything that happened today, he still wants to sleep with me? I maintain my composure, but inside, I'm filled with immense curiosity and a burning desire for him to just start fucking me on this table. "And if I don't want that?" I ask cooly. "You can sleep on the couch and I'll still drop you off, but I have a feeling you want this just as badly. Am I right?" The cocky bastard already knows the answer, but he wants to hear me admit it aloud. "I do," I nearly whisper. He hums, amusement and lust swirling in his eyes. "Good. I have a few rules then." Rules? Do you really need rules for a one-night-stand? I lick my lips. How the hell do they keep getting dry? "Please continue." "If we're going to do this, I don't want to know anything else about you, not even your name. I don't kiss. I won't touch you without a condom, and if you're expecting any sentimental, romantic shit, just know it's not going to happ
Kiara My thoughts are interrupted as Trey slowly works his dick inside me, opening and stretching my walls around him. I didn't get a chance to look at it before, but it must be huge because I feel like it's splitting me in two. Once he has filled me to the hilt, he stills, waiting for me to get used to his size. "You're so fucking tight, Cupcake," he grunts. And he's too fucking big! My face twists in agony. If I make a sound, I won't be able to hold back the scream, so I bite my cheek instead. As the searing burn gradually melts into pleasure, I rock my hips slowly back and forth on his cock. I find a steady rhythm and completely lose myself in the sheer ecstasy of it. I start to wonder if I'm doing a good job. I don't mind him fucking me from behind, but I really wish I could see his expression. What if I'm not pleasing him correctly? He suddenly hisses through his teeth, "Goddamn. This pussy is so hot, so wet, so tight for me." Well, I guess that answe
Trey What was I thinking? Why did I go against my better judgment and have sex with her? Not only was that the best sex I've ever had, but I had to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her in missionary. I usually despise eye contact, yet I wanted to see her face as she came for me. I wanted to hear her scream my real name, the one that I promised myself I wouldn't disclose to her. I didn't catch a wink of sleep replaying our night on repeat, even though I was the one who cut it short. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way she looked at me before I left. I probably made her think I didn't want her, or she didn't perform well. Both are untrue. If anything, it took all my strength to resist fucking her senseless. I wanted to make her come over and over again until she begged me to stop. I hop in the shower, making sure to scrub her intoxicating scent off my body. When I step out, she is still peacefully asleep in my bed. The craving for my little Cupcak