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
Trey "Chef, what the hell are you doing here so early?" Alex asks, strolling into the building. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I ended up here at the restaurant. It's ironic how I had a one night stand to take my mind off the restaurant, but now I'm here needing a distraction from thinking about the hookup. "Waiting on the electrician," I answer wearily, exhaling a sigh as I bring the glass to my lips. "Hey, are you having a drink right now?" He looks at his watch and raises an eyebrow. "It's only 9am!" I shake my head. "It's only water." My heart warms knowing Alex looks out for me. He's fully aware about my parents' alcoholism and makes sure I don't tumble down that same path. I appreciate that more than he knows. His eyes soften with relief. "Oh, good. You know Chef, I told you the electrician might not come today." I'm fully aware he's not. The asshole is taking his sweet time like this isn't urgent. I'm almost starting to believe he has a personal vendetta ag
Kiara REJECTED. I stare at the screen for a long time. Maybe a little too long because my eyes are starting to hurt. "Damn it!" I slam the laptop shut and toss it onto the passenger seat. This is the fourth publishing company that rejected my manuscript as it is. It seems like without adding more explicit sex scenes, it won't sell at all. Out of nowhere, I hear a knock on the window. It's Ms. Hill, looking worried. "Hey baby, are you alright? It seems like every time I come down here, you're sitting in this car." I flash a fake smile. "Oh yeah, just enjoying the peace and quiet. My boyfriend's video games are kinda loud and overstimulating." It's not like I'm going to admit to anyone what's really going on. Ms. Hill is a kind, older woman that has aged like fine wine. She has to be sixty or seventy, but she could easily pass for someone in their forties. Her mahogany skin glows underneath the garage lights, and she always wear
KiaraCandy frowns."See this is why she keeps doing the shit she does. Y'all don't hold her accountable." I breathe out a sigh. She's probably right, but hey, I almost shot her. I think I deserve some credit, right? She's aggressively scrolling on her phone when she asks, "so who dicked you down last night if it wasn't Jordan?" Ugh, the question I've been dreading. "I met a guy at a bar. He was arrogant...kind of an asshole, but he was hot. I'm not going to lie, he was so much better than Jordan, and-" She cuts me off. "Oh my God! Have you seen her Facebook? He's literally in every selfie for the past month." She continues scrolling with her mouth agape. "Yoooo, they made an OnlyFans together! She's charging $30 a month, who does she think she is...Kim Kardashian? Oh shit, isn't this your bedroom?" "Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, snatching the phone from her hand. There on the screen is my sister and ex-boyfriend fucking on my
KiaraLavender shoots me a glare. "Yeah, why don't you tell Mom how you aimed a gun at your own sister?" Mom's voice rises as she exclaims, "You did what?" I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Why don't you tell her how I caught you on all fours fucking my boyfriend?" "Watch your language at the dinner table, Kiara! Tyrone, are you not gonna say anything?" Mom screeches, her voice piercing through the room like nails on a chalkboard. "What do you want me to do, Diana? I have a big project to finish for next week's meeting," he says calmly, with a furrowed brow. He takes his plate and laptop, heading out of the room. "I'll eat dinner in my study tonight. Good luck, girls." Mom's mouth hangs open in disbelief as she watches him escape. "Seriously, Tyrone? You're just gonna bail like that?" Well, this is getting out of hand now. "Why did you tell Mom and Dad I kicked you out without explaining why?" I ask, the anger seeping into my words. She shrugs