Grief-stricken over the death of the boss who was like a father to her, Olivia Bailey is left to deal with the aftermath--the arrival of his dashing but estranged son, Pierce Alexander. But she can't stand him and he doesn't trust her. Will working for the new CEO remain to be an impossible task? *** Olivia Bailey might be plain and boring, but she's content with her current lifestyle, working for the kind but lonely old man who owns Alexander Corporation. But his untimely death flips her simple life upside down. Now, she must deal with his estranged son, the heir to his business empire, together with the growing feelings building up between them. Will Olive manage to bear the pressure and issues cropping up along the way--or is this too much to ask? Disclaimer: This story won The Wattys 2014 People's Choice Award. Cover Design by Ashley Marie Bandy

These are stories I gathered from tumblr so I did not write them nor do I own them. I made this because there are a lot of great imagines and one-shots on tumblr and I wanted to share them with everyone.

How does it feel to wake up on a hospital bed, completely feeling alien whilst few people are crying of relief of your survival? The trickiest part is, you don't even know who those people are, and you don't even know your own name! Cora Evelyn Rhonda, was severely injured in a graphic car accident and was on her death bed when she was 18, and went into coma. 9 years later, she wakes up in a hospital and gets diagnosed with amnesia. With a clean slate in place of her memories and her very reckless behaviour, will she ever get back her past? Charlie Baxter, playboy extraordinairé, known for his miraculous works at curing people with mental disorders, finally decides to relocate and let his family know about his profession. On the first day at his new workplace, a saline bottle comes flying at his face and next comes a patient to a skidding halt. How will his life take a turn from there?

"I will never love you. Ever!" I yelled at a shirtless Davidé across the room. He sauntered towards me from his former position until he reached me and pulled my body flush against his with his strong arms wrapped around my waist. "I dare you to say that again, cara." I felt his hot breath on my face. My breath hitched in my throat and suddenly breathing became a difficult task for me to do. "Let's face it, you want me as much as I want you, no?" He whispered in my ear. His breath tickling it. I couldn't talk, i felt weak. I just stared at him while he smirked. He was like a God. He pulled me even tighter against his body, if that was even possible. I could feel his erection against my thigh. "Do you feel what you do to me?" He groaned as he buried his head in the crook of my neck. I blushed furiously as his mouth found the sensitive spot on my neck and began sucking it. "Davidé." I moaned as my hands found its way to his soft black hair. He brought his head up and smirked. He traced his hands up my body till he reached my breasts. He found my already hardened nipples and started rubbing them with his thumbs through my camisole. I moaned even louder. I could already feel the wetness in between my thighs. "Say it Eleanor, and I'll give you what you want." His mouth went back to my neck, while his thumbs were busy with my nipples. And then, I said the words I swore I'd never say. "I want you."