"Maybe it was a sign that we crossed paths"

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby." I close my eyes as a tear drops down my cheek that he gradually wipes away with his thumb. "I've missed you so much, Leila." He says in a deep raspy tone. His lips hungrily fall to mine. They feel so foreign yet so warm and familiar. Both of us fighting for dominance as our tongues twirl against each other. My breathing hikes and I can't help but feel the wine taking over my body as I drape myself over his lap. I need him so bad right now. He starts biting little trails down my neck, getting close enough to one of my sweet spots. I push off him, and rising to my feet. "Nah. I don't believe you." Backing away from him. He returns a confused look. "Lei-." "If you missed me, you would've reached out to me." He finally stands. Sticking both his hands in his pockets. "One year you've been out. What the fuck have you been doing all this time?" I yell. He takes a step forward. Ting. Both of our eyes cut to the elevator. There's a loud drunken screech, "Damiannnn!" Who the fuck is this bitch??

"𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭"

"When I'm with you, I get the feeling"

a traphouse production #5 "Nothing in this world that I ever wanted more, nothing like them girls you ever loved before."

"I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would bleed to death for her if she told me to. I would bleed red. I would bleed any color she wanted me to for her."

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒, renowned CEO and entrepreneur. Ruthlessness was all she knew after her first love disappeared without a trace. Worst of it all was she was carrying his child, who turned out to be more of a blessing than a curse. Celeste worked her way around the single mother life and built an empire at the feet of her daughter. As time passed over, she never anticipated the return of her lover, the father of her daughter. Does he deserve a second chance? Will Celeste ever forgive him for leaving? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑

Two guarded souls who recognize the ache in each other, trying not to fall too hard but drawn together anyway. Their love simmers beneath the surface-fierce, quiet, and complicated. He's her storm in silence; she's his peace in chaos *Unedited 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑨𝑰𝑵 _® Started: 12/13/22 Published: 12/23/22 End: 12/29/23

Welcome to the sequel of Me and You! This story picks up four years later, diving into a fast-paced, intense romance. Gabriella is now a junior in college, independent and guarded after the heartbreak Marc left behind. Meanwhile, Marc, now the ruthless Don of the Italian mafia, has never stopped watching her. When he returns to the U.S. for her 21st birthday, secrets unravel, old wounds resurface, and Gabriella is thrust into a world she never knew existed. With danger looming, Marc proposes a marriage of convenience-for her protection. But with tension, past betrayals, and undeniable chemistry, will their forced union reignite love or destroy them both?