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 2
Sophia Parker
I got home after work feeling both relieved and exhausted. After the incident with Mr Wilson, he just chose to ignore me all day which was good because I was too embarrassed to face him again, especially after crying my eyes out in the restroom. However, I felt completely useless because he acted like I didn't exist.
I barely had any work to do after planning the trip because he didn't assign me with more tasks. It got so boring that I went over to the marketing department to have a chat with one of my colleagues, Phoebe. I told her about the incident and she felt sorry for me.
However, she also planted a ridiculous idea into my head. She's the only one aware of my stupid crush on Mr Wilson and she's kept it between us. She suggested I try and capture his attention rather than get over my feelings for him. That way, he would treat me with more respect and I would have a bit more control over the situation.
Of course, I thought it was a ridiculous idea. Mr Wilson cannot notice me. He hasn't in almost 2 years and he won't start now! He never will!
But it wouldn't hurt if I just tried...
Perhaps it wouldn't, but my efforts would completely be in vain. I'd rather save my energy for something else.
But I kind of want to do this...
Still, I'd rather not embarrass myself.
But-
"Oh Shut up already!" I yell at that little nagging voice in my head forcing me to go ahead with Phoebe's plans. Thank God no one was around me because they'd probably think I've gone crazy!
Maybe I am! This whole thing is driving me crazy! I should probably just resign from work and forget about Mr Wilson forever! But I need this job so much that I can't.
It's been the best job I've ever had and considering my qualifications, I'm definitely over-employed.
I slumped on my couch, turned on the TV and switched through a few channels. One of them caught my eye. I looked closely and I saw... Mr Wilson! I sat up immediately, my full attention now on the screen. He was being interviewed and was talking about the company's finances and how it had managed to do so well over the years. He was also giving a lecture about security systems.
I studied his handsome face as he spoke. His hair looked perfect as always. What I would give to run my fingers over the smooth texture of his hair. I watched his lips move as he talked about security systems with such enthusiasm and charisma. Those lips that keep me awake every night, depriving me from any chance of sleep.
Screw it! I'll go ahead and implement Phoebe's plan. I only get one shot in life so why not?
I switched off the TV, and walked into my kitchen. I made pancakes and eggs for dinner which is a lovely recipe I borrowed from Frankie & Benny's.
I freshened up and prepared to hit the sack only to be robbed off sleep by thoughts of one man. When I finally close my eyes, my dreams were invaded with the same mans face.
****
Adam Wilson
After my live interview on TV, I decided to call it a day and head home. It had been extremely rough for me working without my personal assistant today. Now I know her worth and I value her more. But what she did today was irritating. Loosing the company thousands of dollars for no reason! I would have fired anyone who made such a mistake on the spot. But I just couldn't bring myself to do that to her, so I just left her idle for the day.
I don't know what it was, but looking past the mess she made today, there is something about her that makes me feel...
"Baby you're home!" Whose annoying voice was that?! I looked and saw it belonged to Charlene.
She wrapped her arms around me and forcefully kissed me. I pretended I was delighted by her kiss and forced myself to kiss back. When I couldn't take it anymore I pushed her away.
"Charlene, what are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming over." Even though we's spoke on the phone earlier today, she didn't tell me that she was going to show up at mine.
She's always taken liberties since I gave her an extra key to my apartment. Part of my regrets ever giving her that key in the first place. How did I get myself into this mess?
"I know, I wanted to surprise my baby." She tried kissing me again and pushed herself on me but I held her back.
"Wait! Look... Charlene we need to talk. Seriously." I couldn't take this bondage anymore.
"Mmm, what about?" She replied kissing my neck instead.
"About us."
"Yeah, I know we are perfect together baby but can we talk about us later?" She tried kissing me again but this time I put her at arms length.
"Charlene I don't think I can do this anymore. It's just not working out for me."
"What do you mean?" Her eyes brows furrowed in confusion.
"I think we should call this off, maybe take a break from each other for a while."
"What!?" She screamed. "After being together for two months you want to just throw it all away!?"
"Look, it hasn't been long since we started seeing each other anyway so I don't-"
"Is there someone else?!"
"No."
"Then why are you doing this?"
"I don't know... I guess, I'm just not feeling this anymore."
There was an awkward silence for about a minute until Charlene reached for her coat by the door and started to exit. I caught her by the wrist. "Charlene..."
"Just leave me alone forever!" Then she slammed the door.
I let out a heavy breath that I didn't realise I was holding until now.
For some reason, I didn't feel guilty. Rather I felt... relieved. Our relationship had been nothing but a bondage and now I finally felt free.
I went to my bedroom and took a quick shower. I laid on my bed and today's events replayed in my head.
I remembered how my personal assistant showed up to work looking sleep deprived. No doubt that her lover kept her up all night. She even mentioned she had a 'rough' night.
Anger rose up in my chest and I don't know why. The thought of her being with someone else made me slightly uncomfortable and annoyed when it shouldn't. That was none of my business.
I don't know what came over me but these past months, I have looked forward to being at the office because I know I will get a chance to see her there. There was something about her that enticed me but I covered it up with hostility.
I knew that it wouldn't last for long though. Soon enough I'd have to discover what it is and confront it. That was my last though before I drifted off into sleep.
***
The next day
It was 8:15am and Sophia is nowhere to be found!
When did she start coming late to work? I've always known her for being punctual, it's unlike her to not be in the office by this time.
Just then my door opened without a knock and it was... Sophia?
"Good morning Mr Wilson. I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up a bit by the traffic. Here's your coffee." She hurried over to me and placed it on my table.
I slowly took in her appearance and noticed that she was looking significantly different from what she usually does.
The hair which she tied in a ponytail at all times had finally been let down over her shoulders. Only now do I realise how long and wavy her hair is. It looked so pretty and all I wanted to do was run my hands through them. Her dressing had also changed. Her clothes were more fitted and showed more skin. She was wearing a white shirt with the first two buttons undone and a brown pencil skirt which barely reached her knees. The pumps she wore on her feet were almost the same colour of her beautiful milky skin and now that I saw her curves, I realized that she is actually a grown woman.
Why hadn't I noticed all this femininity in her before?
I had always thought Sophia was pretty and mildly attractive, but I'd never felt such intense attraction towards her... until now.
I knew she was out of bounds because she was my personal assistant. And she was also young. She was 22 compared to my 28 years of age, but that didn't matter now. My brain had suddenly taken an interest in her.
I could feel the front of my slacks tighten because of this new version of Sophia and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
"Sir are you okay?"
"Yes. Yes. I'm fine." I said shifting closer to my desk so I could hide my lower body beneath it. I reached for my coffee with shaky hands and ended up spilling everything on my desk because I wasn't able to hold onto the cup properly.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Mr Wilson was the coffee too hot?"
"No, err..."
It wasn't your fault.
"Don't worry I'll clean this up right away."
She quickly gathered the files on my desk so they don't get soiled and sashayed to my private restroom.
I felt like I'd lost control completely. I couldn't help but stare at her round perky bottom in that new skirt as she strode in and out of the restroom.
What the fuck is she doing to me? Why now?!
She came back with two large towels. She used one to wipe my desk clean and then she used the other for the floor.
I hissed when she leaned down to wipe the floor. Her glorious bottom was angled perfectly to my view. I had to suppress the groan that threatened to slip out of me by biting down hard on my tongue.
"All done sir." She said rising up. "I'll go and make a copy of all these damaged files. Do you want another cup of coffee?"
"Uhhh... Yes please."
"Okay sir." She strode out.
What the fuck just happened?
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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.