❝I think you're more of a goddamn female than I am, James.❞ | ❝Pfft, don't you know? The only thing straighter than me is my parking, Janice.❞ | Copyright © 2015 Sarena Akhter. All Rights Reserved.

Twerking my ass is something I did for money no I didn't like it but hae a girl has to do what she has do. I never had nobody in my life I was always on my own, nobody ever gave a shit about Kaylin so why should I give a fuck about them!!

I pushed him on to the bed and stumbled on top of him, hastily unbuttoning his shirt whilst his fingers trailed up my body, entwining with my hair. Breathing heavily, i cupped his face and leaned in closer, until our lips were a few centimeters apart, before we could continue i had a question which demanded an answer. "Nate" i exhaled, preparing myself for my question. "Arielle" he replied, a smile emerging onto his lips as his fingers trailed from my hair to my torso, finally resting on my hips. "What are we?" I questioned whilst sitting up and straddling him. I know i shouldn't pressure him about labels but this has been going on for too long. "We're friends," he simply stated, avoiding eye contact. "Just friends?" i asked, making direct eye contact with him. We weren't 'just friends' - ' just friends' don't look at each other like that. 'Just friends' don't spend late nights having sex and getting drunk at each others house behind their boyfriend's and girlfriend's back - we're more than 'just friends'. "I guess we're more than friends" he paused, pulling me back on top of him and planting a trail of kisses from my lips to my neck. "But definitely less than a couple," he admitted. I bit my lip. "I don't think i can be your 'friend' anymore, Nate," i confessed. Confusion dominated his face as i elaborated, "I can do better, with you. With us together. Face it, we're nowhere near 'just friends' are we?" i stated, attentively observing him. "I guess not - but it's too complicated for us to be more,right now...You have a boyfriend. I have a girlfriend. Labels are the last thing we need right now," he assured me, tracing patterns on my hip. I sighed, he was right. It was too complicated. The last thing i want is to hurt my best friends. "You drive me completely out of my mind, Arielle. For you, i'd do absolutely anything. But right now, labels are not what we need. We just need each other," he reassured me, crashing his lips on to mine.

climax ; the moment of most intense pleasure in a sexual environment.

Angela is a new professor at Carl college in Boston. Jay is a freshman in the same college where she lecture's- JUST READ!!!

"Why The Fuck Yo Baby Mother Textin My Phone Quinton?!" "Man Ion Know. I Know You Better Get Out My Fuckin Face With That Shit." "Or What?! You A Fuckin Liar. She Told Me Yall Still Be Fuckin So Why The Fuck You Lyin?!"

- imma rain on ya bitch .

Naomi, a female in her 20's that's causing her current relationship to crumble due to her addiction with sex. She began to go to therapy with a therapist by the name of Dr. Brown (Chris Brown) to resolve her addiction. Chris's and Naomi relationship takes a turn to start becoming more personal and less professional. Read the book to find out the rest!

Lacey is just looking for some fun in the Hamptons, but when Lucas Drake, her best friend turned enemy, shows up smoking hot, fun may be an understatement. "Spectacularly crafted with sizzling heat and irresistible drama, this is a romance that will keep you reeling for more." - Carmen Ho @ HQ ***** Breaking the Friendzone is now published as a Paperback, and E-book with W by Wattpad Books! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Wattpad Original Edition and Wattpad Books Published Edition here upon purchase.Thank you so much for your support! ***** Lacey Mason spent her happiest childhood summers in the Hamptons with her family. That was where she met Lucas Drake - days of playing on the beach brought Lacey and Luke to become the best of friends, until a dramatic last encounter ended their friendship. Before Lacey's mom passed away, she warned her that the Drake family was nothing but trouble. Lacey took her warning to heart, but now, at the age of twenty-two, a night of partying in the Hamptons lands her in the bed of her old friend Lucas, and he has no clue who she is. Content and trigger warning: This story contains mature sexual content. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro