'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

Berkley and Dean had grown up together because their Dads were best friends and business partners. Even though they were total opposites, they were best friends too. They were so close they could finish each other's sentences and read each other's minds. When she lost her Mom, Dean was the one that helped her get through it. He had always been there for her when she needed him. He looked out for her and protected her from guys that had bad intentions, and she trusted him more than anyone else in the world. He even gave up going to his dream school so he could go to college with her to make sure she was okay after losing her Mom. When she decided she wanted to lose her virginity, her roommate convinced her it should be with Dean because she wanted her first time to be with someone special, that meant a lot to her. Who could be more special than her best friend? Dean refused because he said it would mess up their friendship, but when he found out that refusing her meant she was going to do it with a guy he hated instead, he eventually gave in. He was so protective of her that he would do anything to keep her away from that guy. The deal was, they were going to do it one time and then go back to being friends after and act like it never happened. The problem was, they didn't think through all the consequences that come along with having sex with your best friend. **** Warning! Very mature themes & sexual content - 18+ ***** Highest Rankings: #1 in Teen Romance out of 94,000 stories #6 in Romance out of 1.9 million stories. #4 in Love out of 2.2 million stories #1 in Friends to Lovers out of 19,000 stories #1 in Best Friends out of 112,000 stories. #1 in Teen Love out of 32,000 stories #1 in Complete out of 23,000 stories. #1 in Mystery-Thriller out of 22,500 #1 in Romance-Friendship out of 13,000 stories. #1 in Erotic Romance out of 11,000 stories #1 in Mystery Romance out of 3,600 stories #1 in Crush out of 63,700 stories #2 in College out of 87,000 stories

A bodyguard, a girl with a smart mouth, and lots of tension.

I took a couple steps closer, holding my gun against his jaw. My body was merely touching his chest while I looked up at him. He brought his gun down to my cheek and smirked. I grinned back and finally spoke. "Who are you?" I said in a low tone, just soft enough for him to hear. He grinned at my question, revealing dimples on his soft, yet bloodied cheeks. "That's for me to know and you to find out, sweetheart." U̶p̶d̶a̶t̶e̶s̶:̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶ ̶2̶:̶0̶0̶P̶M̶ ̶(̶p̶s̶t̶)̶ Current updates are inconsistent, please be patient with me :) Started: 6/22/20 Completed: ???