This book is basically all the explicit chapters from my book Somehow I Ended Up Being Kidnapped By A Billionare. I can't post these chapters there because then Wattpad will rate the book Mature. And that is not good for the publicity of the book because it can't ever be on the Hot List or basically any category that everyone can see. And you know publicity is what matters. Who cares about family or friends or happiness or love? MONEY AND FAME IS WHAT RUNS THIS WORLD xD

| 18+ | Completed | • • • "Did you wax that p*ssy for me? Make it nice and smooth?" • • • River Ballas has a talent for one thing: Cooking. Well two things, if you count harboring a secret fixation on someone- a talent. Vance Lawson was her secret. Her roommate's cold and asshole-ish older brother was not supposed to be in her mind as she laid in bed at night, wondering how skilled his hands really are. And he - definitely - wasn't supposed to be on her culinary school schedule listed as the teacher in room D32.

Brooklyn Reynolds has everything planned out. Well, her father does anyway. She is undecided and after a life alternating event, she decides she will forge her own way. With Matt Bishop. Despite their efforts forces separate them and stronger forces bring them back together but she's moved on.

"I told you never to hang out with that idiot" he hissed as he dug under my evening dress. "Stop. We can-can't be doing thi-" I couldn't breath as he groped my breasts. "This is your punishment for being with the wrong guy". His hand trailed down from my breasts to my belly button. He used his other hand to unzip my dress. "No...stop...we have to go back to the...party...". This feeling was a feeling I never felt before. It felt good. Before I knew it, I started moaning. My inner conscious is telling me to back away and punch him. However, my body is dancing to his every move. When he was done zipping, one hand retreated to my breast while the other traveled even more to my V. His finger played around as my hips moved to his circulation. "Pl-pl-please no. Stop. It feels..." "Feels like what baby?" "Feels so GOOD!" I heard him breathe out a smirk. With my indirect confirmation, he thrusts his finger into me. Oh lord, did this ever feel so good? I started to go weak and slide down against the wall until he picked me up. "Damn I didn't know you would be so tropical down there...you are fab-" The elevator door opens. WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE CANT STAND CRAPPINESS CANT HANDLE SEXUAL CONTENT CANT HANDLE INTENSE LANGUAGE 18+ MATURE CONTENT DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU ENJOY~ <3

These scenes are private due to underaged viewers. If you are mentally old enought to handle this you may read ahead. If not, DO NOT READ.

"Okay, I know I'm not your number one priority." DISCLAIMER! I am sorry but I won't continue updating this story. I am really grateful for your comments & votes but I lack inspiration for this one. Stay healthy! -discontinued -maybe kinky¿ -mature content¿

For as long as I can remember, I felt a certain way for him. I never understood the type of feelings growing up until growing through puberty and stepping into adulthood. But... I continuously get my heartbroken only to be mended by the same person. ................................................ You have to follow me in order to read this story. Just like all the other ones. This has very mature scenes, drug consumption, alcohol addiction too.