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Book 1 of HIS series Cara is tired of being a booty call to the billionaire playboy Quinn. So she comes up with a plan to make him hers. To the outside world Cara is a sweet innocent girl almost pure... No one can guess when the night comes, She's not so innocent. She's the girl that warms the most notorious badboy's bed in the campus Covercredit to @rrosemayaa

🔞 At eighteen, she became his wife. His everything. Until he remembered the woman before her... and forgot she ever existed. Now she's no longer the wife. Just a shadow in his bed. A wife turned mistress. But if he's forgotten their love, she'll make him remember their ruin. Because love this deep doesn't disappear. It chases. It fights. And sometimes... it haunts. . A/N: This book was previously a 5-year exclusive on Dreame. It's now finally back! Free to read here on Wattpad. Happy reading! Date created: Dec. 2016 - Dec. 2017

❝Most stories start with two people meeting each other and falling in love. Well, guess what? This isn't most stories.❞ * * * "Hello, am I talking to Miss Skylar O'Brien?" said the young but very classy man standing on my porch. "Yes, you are. Who's asking?" I frowned, unsure. "My name is Nathan Samuel and I work as an agent for the universal timeline." ''Okay? Can I help you?'' I asked. An agent for the universal timeline? What kind of job was that? "Indeed, you can. I am here because by traveling back in time, we accidentally interfered in your life and changed your future in a way we can not ignore." "What in the world are you talking about?" I stepped back, ready to slam the door in the face of this obviously disturbed guy. "Miss, please hear me out. What I'm trying to tell you is.." He paused for what seemed to be the longest wait I had ever experienced. "We acidentally stopped you from meeting the love of your life." ---- This book is registered and protected by the Canadian and USA government and under copyright laws. Anyone who steals it (the main idea or the story in itself) will be involved in important legal problems. The age of the thief does NOT matter. PLAGIARIZING IS A CRIME PUNISHABLE BY LAW. Don't be that person who gets a permanent criminal record for stealing other people's work. Get your own ideas.

Ethan had the perfect life.... everything was organized to his taste, meeting Nicole on that elevator changed it all.... and then finding out she was about to work for him didn't help....

He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Alright, deal, whatever you want.. but how long are we looking at?" "Four months. It's half of eight and eight is a reasonable number from twelve, because twelve months is a long time. And ooh, I read on a post once that after liking someone for four months you either fall inlove or stop liking them.. all from various reasons... but that doesn't actually apply to us because we are friends..." I looked up at him, as I removed his arms from my waist and set them down by his side. He smirked at me. "Four months it is."

"James McGregor, CEO of McGregor industries, has passed away yesterday evening after a long battle with cancer. James McGregor, aged 63, was one of the-" Elizabeth shut the TV off, she couldn't bear to listen to this... She had been there when it happened, she did not need it to be repeated. Elizabeth Waverton had been Mr. McGregor's personal assistant for the last three years. During that time the two of them had gotten close. They became friends, as he was as a father to her. Ms. Waverton was seen by many as one of the best personal assistants that there was. Most didn't last long at the McGregor's, but Ms. Waverton did. She was known for making anything possible, having connections all over town and anywhere you can imagine. But now that her former boss and friend is dead the company will be taken over by James McGregor jr. the son of her boss. Elizabeth had never quite taken a liking to this man, but he however has taken an interest in her...

I got this job and moved here thinking it was only temporary. The job was temporary. My apartment was temporary. The city was temporary. The sex was temporary. But then time kept dragging on and I had to admit that maybe none of it was temporary. . . The more views this gets I feel the need to reiterate there is a sequel called Calamity!