Thia West doesn't have much experience when it comes to relationships. She's only ever been with one man for nine years, her high school sweetheart, Darren Adams. However, when complications arise between them, she slowly finds herself falling for the one person she shouldn't...her boss. ⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫ **Due to language and sexual scenes not recommended for anyone under 18.** If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad or Inkitt you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/Dustymoon96 Uploaded: March 15, 2024 Completed: April 18, 2025

Five years ago, Zora Matthews walked away from everything-her city, her family, and the man she never quite stopped loving. Now she's back in Chicago for her father's recovery, and thanks to some strategic meddling, she's sharing a house with Beck Whitmore-her brother's best friend and the reason she left in the first place. He's shirtless. He's charming. And he still makes her heart trip over itself. They say time heals all wounds-but what about the ones love left behind?

"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it. I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be. "True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more." __________________________________ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection. She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck. What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least. Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction. {MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders} - This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing. #1 in thatgirl (period) • 01/7/24 ©kujiis 2023 All rights reserv

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

So This Is Love, Mmm~ There's no escape for people like me - bad luck sticks like a gun glued to the bottom of a shoe. But as much as he was bad for me, he was good too, in so many ways. Dancing in his kitchen, a chain attached to my ankle, I never felt more at peace. I was content being his obsession, no matter how crazy he got. Because being with him was so much safer than what was waiting for me outside those two doors.

Imani lived a normal peaceful life. But everything changed the day she accidentally ran into a mysterious man. Sylus keeps to himself and only talks to people when it's necessary. He rarely even steps outside, so how the fuck did he end up following Imani?

He didn't move. Couldn't. Sunlight traced the waterline across her stomach, highlighting the dip of her navel. The thong clung low, revealing the taut curve of her lower back. Droplets shimmered like gold. Desire hit him like a blow-raw, inconvenient. He imagined peeling that scrap of fabric aside with his teeth, tasting saltwater on her inner thigh. His pulse hammered. "Get out," he ordered, voice rough. Jade opened one eye. "Or what? You'll drag me?" Matteo stepped onto the submerged ledge, dress shoes sinking into wet tile. "Try me."

Arabella has lived in shadows her whole life-controlled, silenced, and bruised by the man who once swore he would love her forever. Freedom has always been just a fantasy, a whispered dream of a life without pain, without chains. When she finally breaks free, she doesn't escape into safety. She falls straight into the arms of Enzo-the king of the underworld. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. His power is absolute, his control unyielding, his desire terrifyingly magnetic. Where her past was darkness behind locked doors, he is darkness in velvet-possessive, patient, and lethal. He offers her protection, passion, and a dangerous kind of love... but every choice comes with a cost. In a world of blood, betrayal, and secrets, Arabella must confront the ultimate question: Is she trading one cage for another, or has she finally found a man worth risking everything for-even the world itself? A gripping, addictive romance about survival, trust, and the kind of love that doesn't ask permission-it takes. TW: Dark themes

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

In which she learns to love a dominant Italian man. 🚨🚨🚨🚨 ADULT BOOK 18+ ONLY