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- #Ops, Slept with My Boss
- Author：SA Valentine
- Briar Hawthorne's eyelids fluttered open, her consciousness emerging from the fog like a slow-motion scene from a rom-com. And there, in the high-definition clarity of the morning after, she found herself wrapped up in the arms of none other than Wesley Chase - the office heartthrob with a rep for being as hard-bodied as he was hard-driving in the boardroom. Yup, she was getting a live demo of his legendary six-pack, and let's just say, the man's abs weren't the only thing that was rock-solid.
As memories of the previous night's shenanigans played back in her head - every steamy, unfiltered second of it - Briar's hangover throbbed with the intensity of a bad bass drop. She didn't need a replay to know she'd crossed the line from professional to "Oh, hell yes" with her boss. The evidence was right there, skin to skin, his heart thumping a steady bass line against her ear.
And as crazy as it was, Briar's first thought wasn't about damage control or the office gossip mill that was going to have a field day with this. Nope. She was already drafting the perfect clapback for when the girls in accounting got all up about Wesley's chiseled torso. Spoiler alert: The guy was packing heat everywhere.
But rewind. How did she end up tangled in the sheets with the head of the department, of all people? Oh, right. Yesterday happened.
- #babes-off-limits? #LiesMyBoyfriendTells
- Author：Tristan Echo
- Elara Keane is like a siren's call in a sea of mundane - every guy's dream and every girl's envy. She's the kind of girl who could make your heart do backflips with just a wink, and yet, she's got that adorable vibe that screams wifey material. But if you ask Ryker Draven, the tattooed, smoldering hot mess of a boxing champ, he'd tell you she's pure wildfire - beautiful and dangerous.
The night Ryker defended his title, the press swarmed him like bees to honey. Cameras flashing, reporters elbowing each other out of the way, all itching for a piece of The Ace. And there's Elara, hanging back, her cool gaze slicing through the chaos like a blade.
"So, Ryker, rumor has it you go full monk mode before a fight. Booze and babes-off-limits. True story?" the reporter prods, eager for a scoop.
Ryker, his face a roadmap of bruises and a trickle of blood painting his jawline, gives the kind of grin that should be illegal - it's that cocky. "Yeah, gotta stay sharp," he drawls, his voice a rough caress that could make a saint sin.
Elara's poker face doesn't twitch. But inside, she's rolling her eyes so hard she can see her brain. If only they knew. Ryker's 'abstinence'? More like a joke they shared between tangled sheets and breathless laughs.
Her friend, who's always up for some tea-spilling, nudges her. "Is the sex god really keeping it in his pants for a whole month?"
Elara bites back a smirk. If only she could tweet the truth with a #LiesMyBoyfriendTells. But she plays it coy, her silence a perfect misdirection.
"Poor thing," her friend sighs, "having a Greek god for a boyfriend and you can't even play naughty nurse."
Little does she know, Elara and Ryker have a different kind of fight night ritual - one that involves less fighting and a lot more... cardio.
- #Riches-to-Rags:Desire Ledger with the Billionaire
- Author：Tristan Echo
- The decor was minimalist, the kind of place that screamed 'I'm too cool for decorations'. Sarah stood there, her mind scrolling through the possible scenarios, when a voice as deep and smooth as a well-aged whiskey poured over her.
"How old is she, the new chef?" The voice was familiar, sending a notification of dread straight to her gut.
"Twenty-one? A student, I take it?" The voice was indifferent, and it pulled Sarah's gaze like a trending topic she couldn't ignore.
Then she saw him. Evan Parker. The human equivalent of a read message with no reply.
The boy she flooded with 1000 roses when her family was richest in town.
But now she had lost everything.
Their eyes met, and Sarah's flight mode was instantly activated.
But Evan, cool as a cucumber in a gin and tonic, just leaned there, a smirk on his lips. "Sarah Hayes?" he drawled, putting a like on her name.
"Evan...Evan Parker," she stuttered, her voice as dry as her DMs on a Friday night. He was the same Evan, minus the teenage awkwardness, now all man and menace wrapped up in a package that was too tempting not to double-tap.
Mrs. Margaret's eyebrows lifted. A past connection? A friend request denied?
Evan's smirk widened. "What a coincidence."
Sarah's mind hit the panic button. "I should go..."
"I'm hungry. You cook," Evan interrupted, extinguishing his cigarette with a flick that spoke of practiced nonchalance.
Sarah's escape plan was as dead as her last Tinder date.
- Mom's Hotshot Hookup: Engaged to a Dreamboat CEO
- Author：Maddie L
- "I'll be six feet under, and then you can wife her up. You stoked?" I casually chopped my apple, telling Chris who was vibing by the hospital bed, "The Parker Squad is like a rocket in the biz world, and Susan, their girl, is straight-up insta-famous for her looks. She ain't a bad catch for you, just sayin'."
Chris got all serious, "I don't need to put a ring on it."
"Fr?" I said, "You don't need those stacks, but the Parker crew is way more lit than our Johnson clique. Why wouldn't you ride the wave with someone who can level you up?"
"I ain't feeling Susan."
"So you feel me?"
Chris stayed mum. I munched on the apple, lowkey ghosting him, "Chris, appreciate the visit, but my brain's hitting the off switch. Time to bounce and leave you to it."
He lingered for a hot sec and finally said, "Rest up," before bouncing.
- Kidnapped by the Alpha Wolf: #BrideHeist
- Author：Calla Mercer
- In the boujee room, the carved wooden door was all wrapped up in chains and locks. A black silk number lay on the floor next to a long-haired stunner. The woman was all chained up, even wearing a metal choker, looking like some dude's kinky plaything.
"Michi, you played me. How could you marry some other guy? You're mine! Don't you remember? You can only be mine, forever and always!" The tall dude stood by the king-sized bed, eyeing the bombshell in the nightgown like she was a piece of prime steak. His big, manly hands gently touched her soft cheeks, but his hot, sexy voice sounded all kinds of wrong to the woman.
The messy-haired Michelle was going all WWE against the chains holding her down. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked at the towering man before her. She screeched, "Bryan! Are you cray-cray? I'm a human being, not some pet you can lock up!"
OMG, can someone please explain what the hell just happened?
Wasn't she just at home, playing dress-up with wedding gowns?
Did Bryan White the Wolf seriously kidnap her?
What was she going to do... Tomorrow was supposed to be her wedding day with Charles. Who was going to save her now?
"Wolfie, don't do this. You've left your wolf persona behind. You're human now. You can't cage me like this!"The nickname 'Wolfie' was a symbol of the intimacy she once shared with Bryan.
"Shhh, no more talking, babe." Bryan gently placed his long, elegant fingers on Michelle's rose-tinted lips, his handsome face radiating a sinister aura. The madness and obsession in his eyes deepened. He caged Michelle's face in his hands, trapping her within his arms. His sexy, alluring voice echoed with certainty: "I can do it! I can cage you and even make your so-called fianc vanish from the face of the Earth! You're all mine, Michi. Don't waste your energy trying to escape. The moment you took me in five years ago, you were destined to be mine for life."
