Uncontrollable Temptation
Sophia Parker has worked as a personal assistant to Adam Wilson for almost 2 years. She has acknowledged the fact that he will never notice her... as a woman. The best she can do is fight the attraction she feels for him, which is impossible because they work together closely every day!
Little does she know that Mr. Wilson is also fighting this same attraction as well...
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Chapter 1
Sophia Parker
I walked into my tiny office on Monday morning and did the usual. I placed my handbag on top of my desk, switched on my computer, and got out Mr Wilsons diary for the day. Checking my watch, I saw the time was 7:53am which meant that he would be expecting his cup of coffee in exactly 7 minutes.
I looked through the blinds that separated his office from mine and surely, he was there. He was taking off his jacket which meant he also just arrived. I couldn't help but watch the way his muscles flex underneath his shirt as he removed his jacket slowly and so...
Stop it Sophia! Its way too early for this!
I scolded myself.
I quickly went into the kitchen on our floor and started grinding his coffee beans. I prepared a large super fine ground cup of espresso, just the way he liked it. Taking the cup, I walked over to the huge doors of his office and knocked on it.
I opened the door when I heard his deep voice call out for me to "Come in."
Mr Wilson was already sitting at his desk working on his computer, not even bothering to look up to see who came in. He knew it was me anyway. This was a normal ritual for us at exactly 8:00am every weekday. I walked towards him and dropped the cup on his desk beside him, that's when he looked up to me with those piercing blue eyes.
I've always wanted to get lost in the depth of those eyes. I close my eyes imagining it for a second until I heard him say...
"Miss Parker, are you okay?"
I immediately snapped right out of my trance. Did I just daydream of my boss' perfect eyes right in front of him?
Way to go Sophia!
"Yes, I'm so sorry sir." I said to him, but he didn't look convinced. "It's just that... I had a really rough night, that's all." I lied hopelessly.
"You didn't get enough sleep?" He asked as finally took his eyes off me and sipped some of his coffee.
"No." I looked down.
That part was actually true, I didn't get enough sleep last night. And guess who the culprit was...
HIM of course!
I spent half of my night thinking about him, wondering what it would be like to be in his arms for once. Working for him has been the most difficult job ever, especially with these crazy feelings that I've developed for him over time.
Anytime I hear that deep masculine voice of his, my heart beats so fast it feels like its going to jump right out of my chest and fall straight into his hands.
Sometimes we work together so closely I just want to scream out of frustration because deep down, part of me just wants him to take me into his arms and-
"That isn't good for your health Miss Parker, especially when you have work the next day and have to be in the office by 8:00am. What's keeping you up all night?"
You!
"Nothing serious, I had some work to complete before coming into work this morning and I didn't have the chance to complete them over the weekend." I lied again.
"Are you sure? Because I clearly remember you finishing up all your tasks on Friday before you left the office. You couldn't have been busy now could you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and looking at me intensely with those blue eyes.
"I...It's just... It wasn't work stuff, it was..." I was finding it difficult to come up with more lies. This is why you should never daydream about your boss right in front of him. It would only lead to serious interrogation which in turn, makes you look stupid.
"It's totally fine if you were with someone last night Miss Parker. There is no big deal." He finally said.
What?!
"No! No! I wasn't with anyone." I panicked and immediately tried to shut down his idea of me not being single, only to realise that I sounded overly-defensive. I even saw a smile tug at his lips. "Like I said, I was not with... You know what? I don't need to explain myself to you." I said this time with much more confidence.
"Sure." He clearly didn't sound convinced.
Crap, now he thinks I was with someone last night. There goes my chances of him ever noticing me.
I don't think they were ever there in the first place.
"I need you to organise a trip to London this weekend, I have been invited to attend the annual conference for security and information science systems. It'll be a good way to score more clients so I need you there to help me with presenting business proposals. I will also need you to take notes and dictations at the conference and provide general assistance during my presentation. Got it?"
"Got it. And what about accommodation sir?"
"The conference is in Canary Wharf so... I'd say let's try the Four Seasons Hotel."
"Ok sir." I acknowledged and walked out of his office.
Finally I could think straight! Being around that man does dangerous things to me. I quickly dashed to my office which was right next to his, scribbled down all the things he said to me on my notepad, and began to work on them.
I contacted Mr Wilson's pilot and instructed him to organise permission for a flight to London on Friday. I took care of the fuel for the jet and booked a reservation for a pent house suite at Four Seasons Hotel.
One of the perks of working as the personal assistant of Mr Wilson is travelling a lot. Already I have been to beautiful cities like Tokyo and Paris.
On both occasions Mr Wilson spent an extra day during the trip to explore the cities and he always got me a present. Either a bottle of perfume or a souvenir. Anything from him is more than enough for me. I wonder what he might get me during this trip to London. Maybe a...
"Sophia!"
I was snapped out of my daydream by Mr Wilson's voice barking through my intercom. He called me by my first name, which means I've done something wrong. My heart stopped for a second. He never used my first name, only when I've seriously messed up. I peeped at him through the blinds separating our offices and saw that he looked very angry indeed!
I took deep breaths as I walked towards his office. I was only halfway through the door and he was already barking at me.
"Didn't I tell you on Friday to change the figures on the Sytner Group report to include disbursements before you emailed it to them! Now you've sent them the wrong information and you've cost us a lot of money! They've approved these figures and our expenses have not been covered!"
"But sir, I changed them. I really did." I tried to rebut but he didn't listen.
"Did you?! What does it say here then?" He pointed at the email he got from them on his screen.
Very timidly, I walked towards his computer and looked at the figures. In fact they hadn't been changed.
"That's impossible, I changed those figures. I even saved the work."
He looked at me with so much irritation. Just when he was about to erupt at me once again, his phone rang. Once he saw the caller ID, his mood radically changed before he answered it.
"Hey babe, what's wrong?" He spoke into his phone.
For a moment I was just standing there like an idiot, listening to his conversation with someone who was obviously female. From the way the conversation went, I sounded like it was his new love interest. I couldn't stand it anymore so I left his office and dashed into the restroom.
I stared at my reflection for a while until a tear slowly slid down my eye. I wiped it and washed my face, trying hard to control my emotions. Mr Wilson would never see me in that way. He usually likes blonde models that are very tall with perfect slim legs and a perfect body. I'm just a plain brunette that'll never be able to match up with his usual love interests.
Suddenly, I remembered what happened on Friday! He was right, I actually never changed those figures because I don't recall doing it. All I remembered doing was saving the work.
I'd started off but I drifted off into a daydream of Mr Wilson, as usual. I was brought back from it when he summoned me to his office and by the time I returned, I just saved the work and sent it.
Gosh, Sophia how could you be so careless?!
The tears had started to flow at this point. This stupid little crush, infatuation or whatever its called was really messing me up. I'm not able to function at work or do my job properly without him interrupting my thoughts and making silly errors.
I had to get over these feelings for him ASAP. If not, they're going to cause me to make more stupid mistakes, and eventually get fired!
And I can NOT have that.
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7.2
Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her.
But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life.
Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help.
"I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me."
But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background.
"Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up."
Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money.
Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash.
With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground.
8.8
The Offering of the Blood Moon
In the savage and intoxicating kingdom of the Legion, the Blood Moon does not simply rise it awakens a hunger that demands to be satisfied... by flesh, by fire, by fate.
Kiana was raised to hate the beasts and fear the shadows, to believe that being taken meant losing everything. But when she is torn from her village and delivered into the arms of Silas, the Alpha King, she discovers the truth is far more dangerous
Her greatest threat is not death.
It's the way her body betrays her in his presence.
Silas is dominance carved into living form iron muscle, quiet authority, and a darkness that wraps around her like a slow, suffocating promise. He is a king who does not ask, He takes,He commands, He owns, Yet the one woman who should fall at his feet dares to meet his gaze, challenge his control, and ignite something wild beneath his carefully restrained power.
And Silas... does not walk away from what tempts him.
Their connection is immediate. Violent. Addictive.
Every clash of words burns hotter than the last. Every step closer feels like crossing a line neither of them can uncross. The tension between them coils tight, thick with heat and unspoken hunger, until even the air feels too heavy to breathe.
In the quiet shadows of the royal chambers, where the moonlight spills like liquid silver across bare skin, resistance begins to crack. The scent of cedar and rain clings to him as he closes in, his presence overwhelming, his touch slow and deliberate-like he already knows exactly how she'll respond.
And she does.
Every time.
His hands don't just touch they linger. Claim. Promise.
Every brush of his lips is not gentle... it's consuming.
And when his mouth finds the sensitive curve of her neck, Kiana's defiance falters, her breath catching as something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous rises to the surface an aching, restless need she cannot fight, no matter how hard she tries.
Because this is not just desire.
It is a bond that burns.
A pull that tightens.
A hunger that refuses to be denied.
Yet the closer they get, the more dangerous the line becomes.
Between control... and surrender.
Between hatred... and craving.
Between captor... and something far more consuming.
Because under the Blood Moon, nothing is ever halfway.
And once you're claimed...
There is no escape.
9.2
For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.
8.7
The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers.
My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them.
As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most.
They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness.
I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey.
9.8
Three women, three brothers, a single, crumpled dollar bill.
Alina's world shatters the moment she's auctioned off-and claimed by the powerful Hawthorne brothers.
Thrown into Adrian Hawthorne's cold, dangerous world, she becomes his to control... his to protect... and, terrifyingly, his to desire. He's ruthless, possessive, and hiding secrets that could destroy them both. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to tell if she's his prisoner-or something far more dangerous.
Because the Hawthorne brothers don't just take.
They keep.
Viviane has spent her life surviving, so when Julian Hawthorne "buys" her freedom, she knows better than to trust it. Men like him don't save people-they collect them. But Julian isn't as simple as he pretends to be, and the deeper she's pulled into his world, the more dangerous it becomes to walk away.
Especially when she realizes she might be the only thing he's ever been willing to fight for.
Lena doesn't belong to anyone-and she intends to keep it that way. Brilliant, guarded, and hiding more than anyone suspects, she enters Lucien Hawthorne's world on her own terms. But Lucien doesn't play fair, and he doesn't let go.
When her past comes crashing back, Lena is forced to face the one thing she's been running from: trusting someone who could destroy her... or save her.
Three women. Three choices.Stay. Fight.
Or burn it all down.
Because being sold was only the beginning.