With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

Logan, self-centered and arrogant. Samantha, selfless and modest. Him, rude and insensitive. Her, polite and respectful. Him, careless and foolish. Her, careful and smart. Both opposites, with only two things in common. They both have the same untamed temper and sexual attraction for each other. What more can be said about the certain someone that just happens to meet the infamous businessman through an interview? Read more to find out about the sexy boss who's a challenge for Samantha every single day. And she's a challenge for him... ┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓ 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓒𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 🔞 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓞𝓷𝓮 ┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛ He groaned, his muscles tensing as he gripped the handrail with so much force, it felt in his hard body. I rose my palm to his other cheek, softly brushing my fingers over his skin just to force those moans out of his mouth. He was definitely a tough one. Out of the blue, be snatched my hand away, grasping my neck as he forced my eyes right back to his emeralds, my lips far away from his ear. He glared, frustration and anger playing on his features. "Your games don't work on me, sugar." I grinned, licking my lips slowly, with that erotical movement, watching as his eyes followed that movement. ❝𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹, 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂?❞

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

Amirah Harris is 23 old women stuck working dead end jobs of being a waitress and a motel maid. She works by taking orders, cleaning disgusting floors, and working inhumanly long hours. She goes to college on top of that which eats at her as well. One night things changed as Amirah hears some noise. It came from one of the motel rooms near her. She makes the mistake by listening in on what happens to be a mafia hit. What happens when she's caught by the members and taken to the boss? 'I was then taken aback by a noise of muffled speaking as I stopped in my tracks and stopped the carts of cleaning supplies. What is that? I thought as I pressed my dark brown ear against the thin wood door, all I could hear was talking then a man who sounded angry. Eh, nothing much as I about to make an attempt to step back when a gunshot rang out. I gasped as I heard three more following the first. I creeped back slowly not wanting you make any noise, but god wasn't on my side I guess as my behind hit the cart knock over bottles on cleaning sprays, a mop and a red plastic bucket of dirty mop water. I cursed under my breath "shit."

Highest Rank: #88 in Teen Fiction Meet Aurora Winters, a perky, seventeen-year-old, good girl loner. Meet Jeremiah Summers, an ever angry, antisocial, eighteen-year-old, bad boy loner. What happens when their paths cross? Will "sleeping beauty" get her happily ever after? Read and See. ©2016 BookLover12300. All Rights Reserved.

Grace Braxton isn't your typical girl. She doesn't really get noticed by most people at school and she'd prefer to stay at home playing cards than going to high school parties. Dylan Grayson isn't your typical asshole. He's more mysterious and dangerous in a sense. Everyone notices him but he doesn't notice anyone. Except Grace. When these two start hanging out what chaos will it cause? What else might happen? You never know. (Warning: unfinished so don't come at me🙃)