The Pleasure Of Four
"Take your shirt off first, then go get your wine," which thrills me.
I can see the four guys all staring at me as I debate being defiant. After a while, I figure the game may as well start now, so I pull the bottom of my shirt up and continue to observe the guys until the fabric obstructs my vision. They presumably assume a bra beneath, but because this tank has a built-in bra, when I take it off, I am fully topless and am met with smiles from everyone.
It's hilarious to watch four sets of eyes glued to my chest as if they had never previously seen breasts. Even though Mary and Mark had previously seen my breasts, they remain enthralled. All the males follow me as I get up to enter the kitchen, which is to be expected given that I am topless.
I enjoy the pleasure of four men brought to me
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Chapter 11
He continues, tucking the hem of his shirt into his jeans, "You're going to want more." I'll be spending some time at Rusty's. When you've had enough, come visit me.
Damn. He is correct. I should have known better than to spend the night with someone I'll be seeing at work. I suppose I can always approach the building from a different direction and enter the side entrance if the sight of his sweaty, firm physique becomes too alluring.
A happy ending
Thankfully, I have the night off and don't have to worry about bumping into Mark the next evening. Additionally, it's payday, so I make the decision to indulge myself to my preferred, guilt-free pleasure.
My hard-earned money goes a lot to the Whitman bookshop.
I have a ton of ebooks on my Kindle app-far more than I'll ever read-but I also like reading real, physical books. They are delightful to hold, use as bookmarks, cuddle up with in bed, and I really like their coverings.
They have the nicest covers, and romance is my favorite genre.
Now that I'm in the romance section of the bookshop, I can't help but feel a bit uneasy about how many of the dominant male cover stars remind me of Mark. The ideal bone structure, the powerful arms, the penetrating gaze that left me feeling naked despite the fact that I was wearing clothing...
He was certainly someone to remember. And as I had anticipated, he left me with a tangible memento that will sting for a day or two: the delightful pain from such intense fucking between my legs.
The book cover models generally make me lust for them without really making me sexy, but today they're making me horny. My body is buzzing, or maybe it's just the recollections of last night.
I may go to my favorite pub in Whitman when I leave and see if anybody looks decent there. Nothing can erase memories of the previous guy like a new one.
On the lowest shelf, I see an intriguing cover, so I stoop down to look at it. I run into someone behind me when I rise up while keeping my eyes on the book I'm carrying. "Oh! I say, "Excuse me," and then I turn to see who I've ran into.
I may not need to visit the pub after all.
The guy, who is also apologizing, doesn't resemble Mark at all, but he does resemble a character from a book cover.
He strikes me speechless with his height, sturdy build, gorgeous brown complexion, and deep, black eyes.
He adds in a low, soft voice, "I'm very sorry. "I was just passing through. I didn't expect to be in the way of you.
His hands are empty, but mine are filled with a modest stack of books. "On the way through?" I ask. "You don't read romance novels?"
The cover of the book I'm holding, which portrays a lady in a low-cut, tight minidress surrounded by two muscular, shirtless males with tattoos all over their bodies, catches his attention as his eyes expand significantly.
I'm conversing with a guy who is wearing a beige henley. Ink-covered forearms may be seen when the long sleeves are pulled up. A brow arch indicates that he realized that I was observing when we next lock eyes.
He repeats, "Romance?" with his lips twisted into a seductive smile that is framed by well groomed facial hair. Oh, I've already read them all. He extends his hand to indicate both sides of the expansive aisle that is lined with shelves containing a large number of books.
I see, truly. Those all? So that I may add them to my stack, you'll have to let me know which books are your favorites.
He gives the shelf behind me a quick look before quickly grabbing for a book. I notice a subtle spicy aroma emanating from his skin as he bends in to get it.
He pats the book's cover, which portrays a guy with long, black hair, a blousy white shirt that is open to the waist, revealing his tan chest, and remarks, "This... this was one of my favorites."
"Really? What's the matter?
The beautiful stranger wipes his chin while shifting his gaze between the book and me. Well, as you can see, the dude... He had spent his whole life trying to locate the greatest barber in the country because, well, just look at his wonderful hair, which demands the best possible care.
I cover my mouth with my palm to stifle the uncontrollable chuckles.
"And this lady -" he says, pointing to the red-haired woman whose bosom is about to burst out of her green gown, "it turns out that even though she has no formal training, she is the one who is most skilled at cutting and styling his long locks, so his quest is fulfilled when he meets her."
"Spoiler warning!" I chuckle while crying.
"Oh, and they live happily ever after," he adds.
That is a wonderful sound. I take the book from him and add it to my stack.
The guy scowls. "You're not actually going to buy that, are you?"
The question "Why not?"
"I mean . I could just give you my copy," he shrugs.
I dab at a tear in my eye. You would do that? You don't even know me, so why would you entrust your favorite book to me?
Before returning to my face, his eyes go down my body to take in my yellow sundress and shoes. You seem to be reliable enough. He had been maintaining a serious expression up until this point, but suddenly he grinned and extended his hand. "Hi, my name is Khalil."
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The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost.
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This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline.
I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.
8.5
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8.5
"I hate you!" I sneered as I wiped a stubborn tear that slipped past my eyes.
"I am glad we are on the same page" he smirked. I wanted him to feel pain. Excruciating pain
I clenched my teeth " I promise you, I will get back at you".
He looked me up and down and snorted.
" You are poor, your anger can't even get you food to eat"
I swallowed as I fought back tears.
Andre Luster will pay for making me cry. I will make sure of it, even if it's the last thing I do before I die.
***
Lisa Kay is the daughter of the richest man in Denmark. She is a runaway heiress who went to find love. She got married to her college sweetheart , who is also a billionaire. She didn't see the need to tell him her true identity until he stepped on her tail. She has sworn to deal with him but to do that, she has to marry the one man, who is her father's sworn enemy and rival in business.
8.2
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago.
That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea.
I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive.
When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything.
"If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you."
He didn't know my secret.
After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.
7.9
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Determined to uncover the truth behind his death, she takes a job as a personal maid to Ryan Greenville a 25 year old, irresistible CEO known for using and dumping women.
Cold, powerful, and emotionally guarded, Ryan never planned to fall for anyone again until Maya entered his life.
As their worlds collide, dark secrets begin to surface.
Get ready for a thrilling journey of love, revenge, and hidden truths.
8.6
"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option."
I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs.
I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world.
"Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution."
For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love.
Standing in that hallway, I realized he was actually shopping for spare parts.
"She is your wife, Ethan," Ben argued weakly. "You can't just harvest her like a crop."
"She became my wife because she was useful," Ethan replied, his indifference cutting deeper than any scalpel. "Now, she can be useful for this."
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The nausea I’d been feeling wasn't stress.
I was pregnant.
And those "vitamins" he fed me every morning? They weren't supplements. They were poisons designed to ensure I remained a viable donor.
He was killing his own child to save his mistress.
To him, I wasn't a partner. I was livestock. An asset to be liquidated for parts.
I didn't burst into the room. I didn't scream.
I walked away in silence, my hand hovering over my stomach.
He wanted my kidney? He wanted to carve me up?
I decided right then. I wouldn't just leave.
I would terminate the pregnancy, fake my death, and burn his entire world to the ground.
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