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I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

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Chapter 10

I was awoken by my phone ringing with a high pitched shrill.

I rolled over and grabbed it drowsily.

"Mmm?" I answer.

"Lizzie Knight?" A powerful voice questioned down the line.

"Yeah? Who's this?" I ask, trying to sit up.

I hear a chuckle. "Frank Paulson, you left a message about your... predicament?"

My eyes widen, and I leap off the bed, bounding around.

"Hello! Oh, thank you! Thank you for calling back so quickly!" I rush out, begging for answers.

"Right, Lizzie. I would prefer to discuss this matter in person? Are you free at some point today? From my records, you are located in Nottinghamshire?"

God, he's formal!

"Yes, yes I am. I live just outside of Newark."

Our conversation ends after we decide on a cafe in town at 4pm.

I am on edge all day!

I have a half day at work today as Mr Fray leaves for a business trip to Vancouver at 11.30am.

Just another bonus.

I rush off to the bathroom, shower under almost scalding rivets of water, before drying off. I brush my teeth and start to do my make over routine.

After drying, I style my hair neatly in a French plait. I rub on some foundation, apply my eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, and place some lip balm on my dry, cracked lips.

I slip on my tight fitting black pencil skirt, frilly lilac shirt, and heeled court shoes.

I grab my work jacket and handbag, picking up an apple and rushing out the door like I do everyday.

I check my watch as I wait for the bus. 8:10... If this bus doesn't turn up soon, I'm going to be late!

Damn public transport!

~*~

Well, work is boring. I arrive just in the nick of time at 8:57! Three minutes before my clock-in time.

Thank baby Jesus I wasn't late as Mr Fray was in a royally bad mood. His head was up his ass!

What's wrong with him?

I make his coffee SEVEN fucking times before he accepts it.

"That is too sweet!"

"That's too bitter!"

"Eurgh, where's the coffee?"

"Too much coffee!"

"It's cold!"

I bite my tongue each time he snaps at me. I have to or I lose my job.

I can't lose my job or I end up homeless!

Finally, Mr Fray leaves, still huffing and bitching about the world and all the people in it.

I feel relieved as I watch his taxi depart from in front of the building.

"Finally!" I breathe and grab my jacket and bag, and clock out before rushing into town.

Grabbing a sandwich from the shop, I sit on a bench and scoff my face, totally ignoring the disgusted and appalled looks from people walking by.

I'm hungry! Get over it!

I clean my face with a napkin, before heading off to the shopping centre. I need some new work clothes, and maybe an outfit or two for these various dates I keep getting asked out on.

After stalking around the shop, picking up various pieces of clothing--dresses, skirts and trousers. Shirts, jackets and a few pairs of jeans--I head into the changing rooms.

This is the only part of clothes shopping I hate. I'm happy to find the clothes and pay for them but I hate being cooped up in a small cubicle, a thin piece of material separating me from the public. It's so open!

I manage to try everything on. It all fits perfectly, and suits me down to a T.

I pay with my credit card. Ouchies... £145!

Thank fuck for credit cards!

After traipsing around town, I realise the time, squeak out loud and rush to the cafe. I stand at the counter waiting to get served.

"Seriously? These people are paid to serve customers and they'd rather stand out back having a chat!" I moan.

I am startled by a loud chuckle behind me. I turn round to see a white haired, attractive older man smiling at me.

"I totally get what you mean! Some workers just don't get the meaning of customer service." He grins, before winking mischievously. He slips past me and behind the counter and out back to where the staff are having a natter.

I hear his loud booming voice. "I DO NOT PAY YOU TO STAND AROUND CHATTING WHILE DRINKING THE SUPPLIES! NOW, GET OUT THERE AND SERVE SOME CUSTOMERS BEFORE I FIRE YOUR ASSES!"

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.

The white haired dude comes out again, followed by a couple of girls in their early twenties with sheepish looks on their faces.

One clears her throat and looks up at me as the guy comes out from behind the counter. "Sorry for the delay. What can I get you?" She asks politely.

"Large latte, please. Oh, and a blueberry muffin, thanks." I murmur, rummaging around my handbag for my purse.

After paying for my order, I take my tray and find a seat. I see Mr Whitehair sat down at a table for two, a book in his hand and a big leaver arch folder on the table.

Hmm...

He lifts his head up and smiles at me. 'I take it you're meeting someone?" He asks.

I smile back and nod. "Yup but I have no idea what he looks like!" I show a face of worry.

He chuckles. "Well, I'm guessing its me... Miss Knight?"

I grin and wander over. I put the tray on a table close by and slide it over, before sticking my hand out. "Thank you for meeting me, Mr Paulson." I shake his hand before sitting down opposite him.

"Let's get down to business." He states.

~*~

"So, what you're saying is, err... my wolf is confused?" I ask, wrinkling my nose, not understanding all the information Mr Paulson had just sprouted.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, no, no. Right, I'll put this in simple terms for you."

"Yes, your wolf is slightly confused with what is happening to you, but that isn't the issue. Holden and Dean are both, by what you've told me, your mates."

"Some wolves have two mates. It's very rare but I have come across it twice for me in this job."

I gawp in shock. "What?! How does that work? How can I have two? How can I choose between them?"

Mr Paulson shakes his head. "The strange thing is, you don't. You can mate both of them and have a happy life. It is easier to choose one or the other, but it has been done and can work out well if done right."

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After a passionate night with a wealthy stranger, a woman finds herself entangled in a deal she never expected. The billionaire offers a unique proposition: thirty days together in exchange for solving her financial crisis. As they navigate this temporary arrangement, the line between business and pleasure begins to blur. Can she survive a month in his high-stakes world without losing her heart, or will their connection prove too real?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride

9.8

Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins. I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport. He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West. My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire. They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing. Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test. "If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born." I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up. Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers? But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower. I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand. "If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Broke up with the alpha for the eighth time

7.9

I'm Luna Ashvale, and my relationship with Alpha Lucian Thorne has been a disaster. His childhood sweetheart, Vanessa, constantly stirs up drama, leading to our bond being broken eight times. Each time, Alpha Lucian chooses Vanessa over me, making empty promises to reunite. After the eighth break, I finally decide to leave. With the help of my professor and his son Mark, I move on, focusing on my career. Alpha Lucian becomes jealous when he sees me with Mark. Eventually, Vanessa goes crazy and stabs Alpha Lucian. Six months later, at a conference, I meet Alpha Lucian again. I'm now happily bonded to Mark, while he regrets his past actions.

Modern Romance Werewolf

8.7

Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

8.7

Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Sold To The Devil I Ruined

7.2

Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

The Pink Car of Betrayal

9.8

My husband unveiled a custom pink car on live TV, calling it a "tribute to our love." The internet hailed him as the perfect man. But I knew the truth. That car was the exact place he cheated on me with his VP, Keri. And the lipstick stain on the passenger seat wasn't mine. He thought I was at home, waiting to celebrate his success. Instead, I was at a clinic, signing a waiver to surgically remove my memories. I aborted the child he desperately wanted. I smashed the jade locket he claimed bound our souls together. I burned my passport, my license, and every photo of us in the kitchen sink. When he finally came home, he found nothing but an empty house and a gift box containing the remains of our unborn child. A year later, he crashed my engagement party in Charleston, falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. I looked down at the weeping billionaire and felt absolutely nothing. "I'm sorry, sir," I said calmly. "But do I know you?"

Billionaire Modern Romance

Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

Chapter 10

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