Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

[18+] When Sasha strikes up a friendship with her gorgeous boss, the lines between professional and personal start to blur. ***** Sasha Henshaw can't believe her luck when she lands a job at Montgomery's, one of London's most prestigious companies. Working for 24-year-old Alastair Montgomery isn't easy, though, especially when he acts more like a friend than a boss. Assuming the role of his right-hand woman, Sasha finds herself deeply involved in Alastair's life, witnessing everything from his struggle to make his father proud, to his heartbreak over a relationship that ended three years ago. But when the company is thrown into the spotlight, the lines between professional and personal relationships become blurred, and Sasha realises she's close to being wrapped up in an office affair that doesn't stop when the clock strikes five. 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘠 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘗𝘈𝘋'𝘚 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘋 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘎𝘙𝘈𝘔 - 𝘚𝘈𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘌 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘮: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.𝘤𝘰𝘮/𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘵 ***** 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: "THE END! I swear this is my favorite story, over the past years I've read it over 5 times" "This was a really great read! I've been pushing this story off for a while as I thought I wouldn't like it, but I've enjoyed all of your stories. This one did not disappoint at all!"

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)