Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." A"No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

"If it makes it less awkward i don't want to do it either," "Really? because I think you're too far up your own ass to give a shit about what people have worked for so fu-" she doesn't get to finish because I grab her arm gently spinning her so she can face me. She was walking too fast anyway. "Curse at me one more time and I'll make it my personal mission to to uphold this branded reputation," I say before she removes my hand aggressively. "The plane leaves in an hour, I suggest you pack some clothes,"she says before striding away •••••••••••••••••♪•••••••••• Ahvi Reynaud, a 32yr old with a huge secret that finally comes to light at the cost of her failed marriage, the heiress to the most global company owned by the business mogul, Louis Reynaud, is forced to step up and join the family business, something she's loathed since birth despite being coached for it her whole life. Odessa Murray, a 26yr old married executive assistant with a dream far more than managing another Nepo baby, is given an ultimatum to either keep working for the Reynaud family or face the consequences of her secret being exposed by Mr Reynaud, What happens when the demands of their roles forces them to put their differences aside and work in close proximity?

Evelyn Bloom was a girl that didn't like much attention, which seemed confusing for some people as she had many friends around her that were loud and sometimes obnoxious but she loved them. She was never shy however it seemed she never wanted to step out of place because if she did all eyes would be on her. Her best friend River used the term: perfect. Evelyn would always roll her eyes when her best friend would say that but River would explain; always strives for perfection in everything she does, is the kindest girl at their school and helped everybody that came her way. The words 'sugar momma' had never came Evelyn's way. Well, until she meets millionaire Natalia Cohen one night who she is sure was familiar but couldn't put a face to the name. Let's just say Natalia can't seem to let go of Evelyn just yet, so she offers her something she knows she hasn't had much off: money. Evelyn being the gullible girl she is was all in, well, until she realises she can't be handed money without getting in return.

"I'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?