"Take your clothes off." Alexander instructed. "W-What?" "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I looked up at his green-blue eyes, absolutely startled by his words. It was so direct and stern, but created a pool in between my legs. Even if he had wounded my heart, I couldn't do anything else but take my clothes off for him. *** #1 in badboy #1 in interracial #4 in teenromance

#1 IN OBSESSION "Get off." I said through gritted teeth at him. "I don't want children with you." "You don't? Is that why you still allow me to fuck you?" he asked not breaking from my jaw. "I won't even get pregnant, have you thought about that?" "And why is that?" he said squeezing my wrists. "Because I'm on the fuckin pill." His head raised up angrily as he did not loosen his grip, his eyes met mine almost glossing over while they darkened. I knew it was the combination of the drugs, alcohol, and his mood stabilizers. "You're what?" he repeated. "You heard me the first time." He yanked me up by my wrists and we were chest to chest as I sat on the counter now. "I was wondering why you weren't pregnant after all the times I cummed in you." He spat at me angrily. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 - Mature language and theme - Mental illness - Sexual content (there will be no warnings before hand possibly) - Strong language Note: This is not how healthy relationships should be nor reflects any of my personal beliefs. Just a story.

"I'll have sex with you and come tomorrow morning, you can take a Plan B or wait to see if you're pregnant." He decides. In his drunk, slightly high mind, this plan was absolutely flawless. Either she has a baby or she doesn't. "What if I'm not pregnant?" She frowns, her stomach going to her nonswollen belly. Her dress revealed a bit of her midriff, making her pull at the skin. "Then you'll have the most mind blowing sex in your life and you'll be a million dollars richer or we can keep trying until you are." He shrugs.

(The rest of my main characters in other books are not described and are meant for the reader to imagine however they want. But this story is specifically bwwm as I was asked to create) Willow, a soft and innocent goody two shoes who is just trying to make ends meet to support herself and her dad, takes up a new job as a maid in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. She expects it to be like all of the other cleaning jobs she's had until she finds out her new boss has a son her age. Isaiah, the menacing bad boy who isn't used to the rich life. He's actually used to much worse, and it shows. Although she thinks the two are too different and Isaiah isn't the kind of person or lives the kind of lifestyle Willow is used to, she finds herself being around Isaiah increasingly often, contrary to his seemingly bad influence. Can she handle it? (Warning: story contains smutt scenes, second hand embarrassment worthy scenes, and mature language)