When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

"Damion get away from me fucking psycho" Tears start streaming down my face as damion inches closer to me to the point there's only a small space between us he grabs my chin He chuckles a bit while I stare into his eyes his lips slightly smirking "Lorena don't act like this now that you've figured that shit out don't act like it wasn't anything because what I remember you were laying across my desk and the only thing you could hear was my name coming out of your pretty little mouth Lorena. And it doesn't matter if your scared of me or not Lorena your mine I don't care." "Damion.. that was before I fucking knew you were crazy. I would have never stayed with you if I knew you were crazy Damion." His gaze turned crimson I knew he was mad I didn't really care but I was gonna just stand there as soon as I turned around to speed off he grabbed me by my arm pulling me closer to him my chest. "Lorena you're not gonna run away again."

[COMPLETED] "We both agreed, Apollo! We said no feelings, no attachments! You promised you wouldn't get attached." I look down at my lap in worry and shame. I have no idea what to say, I promised her, but like an idiot I broke that promise. "Say something!" My breath hitches and I look up at my beautiful girl through my lashes, my eyes brimming with tears because I know after tonight we won't be seeing each other again. I stand up from the edge of the bed and walk over to her, watching as her chest moves up and down harshly with each breath. My eyes trail over the love marks I left moments ago when we were happy to only get lost in each other's arms temporarily. She's mad at me. I never wanted her to be mad at me. "I'm sorry, baby," I whisper reaching forward to run my finger along her cheek catching the falling tear that flows down her soft skin. "You promised." She whispers. I know. "I promise I'm not attached, Blue." Too late. ••• Apollo and Blue have a few things in common. They're both lonely, they're both sad and they both attend the same university, a place where they stumble upon each other for the first time. So when the two decide to keep each other company by forming a causal relationship, the hard-headed Blue sets clear instructions for Apollo. Do not get attached. #2 Dark // 7 April 2022 #1 Interracial // 8 April 2022

Skyler leaned back in his chair, dressed in a tailored black suit that looked like it had been made for him alone. His sleeves hugged his forearms, his jet black hair was slicked back, and those unmistakable green eyes stayed fixed on the woman standing across from him. Bre. Her robe hung loosely against her frame, her long hair falling well past her waist. She looked far too calm for someone standing in front of the most dangerous man in Italy. A slow smile pulled at Skyler's lips. "Did you let him fuck you yet?" Bre didn't blink. Instead she smiled back. "Why the fuck would I let another man fuck me besides you?" Skyler only shrugged, still smiling. "I don't know." His eyes never left hers. "You tell me."

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