"How did we go from pretending we're in love, to you actually falling head over heels for me?" Cara cocked her head as she studied him. This boy will be the death of her. "W-whoa whoa whoa, head over heels?" Darius raised his hands in mock defeat. He was perfectly aware of how serious she was, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease her. "What do you see in me? Why are you so nice to me? Hell, I kicked you in the nuts." Cara pressed further. "Nobody should be this perfect," her voice lowered to a soft whisper. Darius took a step towards her, closing the distance between them. He tipped her chin up to meet her gaze. "Then I guess you haven't met the right person." "Until now." He pressed his lips to hers. It was an age old marriage of convenience between them - Darius Alexander Clemonte, the sexy, playful millionaire who has to shed his playboy image to protect his legacy; Cara Jefferson, the daughter of a struggling businessman who happened to be a convenient family friend of the Clemonte's. They should be opposed to the idea of each other... except Cara, the girl who doesn't believe in love, drives Darius wild. In a good way. WARNING: This story contains mature scenes.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Lena Lenkov was born into the world of organized crime. The daughter of a high ranking captain of the Russian mob, all her life she's been surrounded by blood and violence. Her father always did his best to shield her from the harsh truths of his world, but it all becomes far too real the day she discovers her parents butchered bodies in their summerhome. Feeling lost and despaired, Lena can't seem to move on with her life until she finds the person responsible for her parents murder. The life she had been building for herself outside of the organization, is far from the world she steps into when she turns to the one man she trusts to help her seek justice, Dmitri Volkov, the most feared man in the Russian mob.

"I'm not the man for you, Josephine" The sound of my heart crushing is so loud, I could hear it. Ignoring the lump in my throat I say. "You should take a step back, you're standing too close." "Not quite." He says before taking another step towards me and crushing his lips on mine. His big hands on my waist gripping me strongly, pulling me closer to him. I let my hands run through his hair as the kiss gets deeper. Until the realization hits me. I'm kissing my boss. I'M KISSING MY BOSS. --- Josephine, a broken girl with a troubled past. Damon Kingston, a ruthless billionaire. Who always gets what he wants. When Jo takes up the position as Damon's Personal Assistance, all she wants is for things to stay professional, but fate has other plans. What happens when they cross paths into a game full of lust,love and secrets? This story was originally published on the Episode Interactive app as Read My Lips. © 2019 Regina All Rights Reserved