In which a woman falls for her sister's husband.

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[BOOK 2] it's when arzaya and stephen meet again years after college, but things turn out quite differently (disclaimer: lots of trigger warnings, angst)

[BOOK 1] it's after a series of relentless bickering when the quiet girl in class ended up getting the attention of the hottest boy in school and she will soon realize how her senior year won't exactly come as planned (Highest ranking #1 in Teen Fiction) • high school au

COMPLETED! ~ "'I'm different than these other girls you're used to. I'm not giving myself up to you." I answer. "Sure you won't, baby." Abel winks. "However I always get want. And I want you." Then, his lips brush with my mine. Without even fully feeling them, I could sense that they were very plump and soft. Tempting. Abel's hands snake to the sides of my curves, and I begin to panic. He's getting too friendly with me. This isn't right, he needs to get off of me! "This is very unprofessional, isn't it Mr. Tesfaye?" Abel straightens his self up off me, and I finally exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding when the elevator doors open. Despite me resisting, my body was still hot from his touch and I couldn't help fantasize about what could've happened. ~ After working with The Weeknd, Aaliyah Willows will soon learn why you should never mix business with pleasure. Weeknd fanfic.

"When I count my blessings, I count you twice."

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.

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She's admiring the twenty-eight year old NBA MVP, Stephen Curry. She wonders what it would be like to be in a relationship with such a guy, like him. She ponders on the fact that it will never happen for numerous reasons such as he's married, and she's only seventeen. The thing is, Steph Curry is all about living life to the fullest. He takes chances. Serious chances.