She was always there when they needed anything. Going on the road a lot, they had to trust on her skills and devotion to take care of the Westlife lads. Even if one of the boys had a date, Sheila arranged the restaurant, a romantic boat trip, hotel room, presents, you name it, she took care of it. The boys saw her as one of them and treated her as such. She was their lighthouse, they could always depend on her. But what if her light would shine on one of them? That would cost her her job and their relationship. So she never said anything and suffered in silence....

Gaille was furies when her boss demanded her to work for Mark Feehily!! She didn't care how much money this man would spend at her firm, she hated him! She was one of the best interior designers of this moment. She didn't needed this! Why did Mark ask for her, while he disliked her just as much? She still remembered his denigrating smile, when she had screamed at him to get away from her beach while they recorded a video with awful music and bad taste of clothes. Her eyes had spit fire when she told him, no one walks along the beach in clothes like that. How could she have known, he was one of the lead singers of this dreadful boyband? Gaille liked real music, she had told him. She thought, he was one of the technicians. Nevertheless, she didn't regret a thing she had said. Though if she disliked him that much, why did it upset her every time he smiled at her? Why did her heart beat like crazy, when he stood behind her and she could feel his warm breath in her neck? Gaille closed her eyes thinking of that specific night at Wimbledon, when he had forced her to dance with him. All she wanted, while dancing, was to feel his hands on her body....naked and passionate. Sure Mark Feehily was gorgeous to look at, but he knew that. He had a viscous mind. He would drag her into his bed to prove her wrong and dump her afterwards. She was absolutely sure about that. She hated her body, who betrayed her so badly. She was glad her mind was still clear. She would refurnish his house as quick as possible and after that she would gladly walk away from him.........

Caitlin gazed at Markus and couldn't believe, that this man, whom she hardly knew, turned her on so badly. She stared at his mouth, as his tongue slowly followed the contours of his lips. She was amazed by what this tiny gesture did to her state of mind, not to mention the heat flowing through her body. Overwhelmed by desire Caitlin closed her eyes as Markus lay his hands on her shoulders to slowly push her dress of her body. Like a whisper of the wind, the massive amount of satin and lace fell down on the floor. Markus's his breathing went faster while staring at her naked longing body. It turned him on to see how beautiful her well-shaped breasts showed themselves to him in the moonlight. As if lightning struck her, Caitlin started panting the moment he gently took her nipple between two finger to start his sensual game. Markus slowly shook his head. "So beautiful" he whispered. He wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close and slowly kiss her shoulder up to the sensitive skin under her ear. "Oh Ashley" he moaned. "What are you doing to me?" He sensually pushed his body against her, while he caressed her butt. He noticed how she tried to control the passion she felt inside, but she didn't realize it had the opposite effect on him. He wanted her more than anything in the world right now......

Ich heiße Nevaeh Warren. Eigentlich heiße ich Rose Ulrich Gott sei Dank jetzt nicht mehr. Ich bin von zu Hause abgehauen und schlag mich alleine durch. Meine Familie ist reich. Ich habe genug Geld mit um mir meine letztes High school Jahr zu finanzieren und dann arbeiten gehen zu können. Ich habe keine Lust mehr auf meine ignorante Mutter und mein prügelnden Vater. Ich habe zusammen mit meiner Tante Carmen den Plan gefasst sie weiß wo sie mich findet denn sie hat die Wohnung besorgt und alles geregelt. Was würde ich ohne Sie bloß tun. 💟 und jetzt begleitet mich in mein letztes Jahr. Dies ist eine FF nicht vergessen Leute ich verarbeite hier den Verlust eines talentierten Künstler, liebevollen Vater, liebenden Ehemann und guten Kumpel. Also seid gnädig und resptiert das ich nach seinem Tod eine FF über ihn schreibe "Miss you Chester." Die Bilder gehören den Grafikern und Fotografen und dienen der Unterhaltung.

Sarah is in love with her best friend Mark. But unfortunately he is gay. This is part I of The Westside Boys. This is a fanfiction. Nothing really happened. Thanks to my friend @feehilyaddicted for inspiring me to this idea. 😘