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 5
Adam Wilson
I woke up from someone kissing me on my temple. I opened my eyes to see Charlene.
Oh no!
"Good morning baby."
I looked at the clock on the side table and saw that is was 9:30am.
"Charlene! Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn't want to disturb you. Plus, I had enough time to stare at that handsome face of yours." She tried to sound sexy but that only made me cringe.
Her hand reached out to cup my face but I quickly stopped her. I stood up from the bed and began to put on my clothes.
"Where are you going?" She asked
"Work! Where else?!" I shouted.
"But-"
"Charlene! I don't have time for this! I'm already late to work because of you!"
"You don't have time for what exactly?" She asked, slightly confused.
I didn't even know why I was angry at her. She was just so annoying for no particular reason.
"I don't know why you're treating me like this. First you call me up for us to get back together, now you're acting strange."
"Wait, did you think that I called you to get back together?" I asked incredulously.
"Of course! Don't tell me that this was just a booty call?"
"Ahhh, yes. That's precisely what it was." I said.
I was happy that she'd managed to interpret it perfectly without me having to explain it.
"You bastard." She spat before she started to pack up her things.
"Hey, at least last night was fun right?" I tried to lighten up the mood a bit, even though I knew I had been an asshole to her.
"Don't you ever call me in your life again!" She barked before she left my bedroom and slammed the door.
Wow, it was always so easy getting rid of her. I don't know what possessed me to call her up in the first place. Probably because I was seriously horny and the only person I wanted was out of bounds. Charlene was the only immediate solution.
On reflection, she hadn't actually solved my problem because I am still not satiated. Sex with her was not as spectacular as it used to be... because now she was the wrong woman.
I even recalled myself once looking at her eyes as I fucked her but imagining another beautiful pair of eyes which belonged to Sophia. The fact that I was having sex with one woman and thinking about another made me so angry that I sped up the pace angrily making Charlene scream. She had no idea that it was Sophia who was in my mind.
How pathetic of me.
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Sophia Parker
"Miss Parker, I need you to come into my office right now."
With that I wasted no time jumping up and walking over to his office.
What's up with him?
After all, he was late to work today. Not just 20 minutes late, but 3 hours! Very unlike him.
Today I toned it down a lot and wore just a simple red dress. I also wore a black blazer over it so I don't get too cold. When I got into the office I saw Mr Wilson wearing his jacket like he was about to leave.
"Miss Parker, I have issues to attend to outside the office but I also need some emails replied to as well. Every email that has keywords like 'contract', 'megacorp', and 'conglomerate' in its subject, reply by sending an attachment of the Megacorp contract."
"Okay sir."
"Also, Alice is off sick today so I need you to take my calls. Only redirect to me if it's necessary."
With that he left, leaving me in his huge office alone. I sat down on his chair and the first thing I noticed was the lingering scent of his cologne. He smelled so masculine, I wonder what it would be like to hug him and drown in his strong scent.
I quickly recovered from my daydream, which I immediately banned myself from having, and began to actually work. In the course of replying his emails, his phone rang and I answered.
"Wilson & Co, I'm sorry but Mr Wilson is not available right now. This is his personal assistant, how can I help?" I said politely
"Who is this?" The person barked nastily.
"Um... Like I said, I'm his personal assistant."
"Oh, I hope he's not screwing you too."
"Excuse me!"
"Tell him that Charlene called and I want to make things work between us, he should call me as soon as possible. Okay?"
"Err, okay."
Suddenly the line went dead.
Wow. I had assumed Mr Wilson was semi-single because he hadn't asked me to deliver flowers or book diner reservations in almost two months. I felt so dumb right now. Of course he wasn't single! Of course he had a girlfriend! Even if he didn't, he had people that he was seeing, especially the person who called him on Monday.
I still don't stand a chance. I never will. Tears began to fall from my eyes as all the hopes I had had began to crumble again. This happens every time I see him with someone new.
I need to get over this stupid infatuation I have. He is my boss and it's wrong for him to ever get involved with me in the first place . I shouldn't even care!
I wiped my stupid tears and looked at the time. It was almost 5pm and Mr Wilson was yet to return.
I tidied up his desk and turned off the lights. I also packed up my things from my office. I went to the elevator and pressed the button. After waiting patiently, the door opened and I got in.
There was someone else in the elevator, I usually saw him around the office and in meetings but we'd never really spoke to each other. I believe he led the accounting department.
"Hey." he spoke to me for the first time.
"Hi." I smiled at him.
"I'm Sean Edmund, nice to meet you." He rose his hand and I shook it.
"Nice to meet you too I'm-"
"Sophia Parker, I know. You're Adam's personal assistant."
I laughed a little at his forwardness. He was quite handsome but not like Mr Wilson. Sean was blonde but they both had blue eyes.
"Are you okay? Your eyes look a little puffy. Were you just... crying?" He asked.
"Oh... No I wasn't, I haven't slept in days that's all." I smiled weakly.
"You should get some sleep. How are you getting home?"
"Uh, I'm getting a taxi."
"Mind if I give you a ride?"
"Not at all."
The elevator ride came to a stop and we made our way to his car. He opened the passenger door for me like a gentleman would. And I must say, he had a really nice car. I gave him my address and we started moving.
"So how long have you worked for Adam?" He asked.
"Its been almost 2 years now."
"Oh really? I joined the company about 9 months ago."
"I know. I remember you. I helped Mr Wilson with shortlisting résumés for the Head of Accounting and Finance role. When I saw yours, it was pretty good I must say. I opted for you to get the job."
"Thank you." He laughed and smiled.
"You're welcome."
Although I don't remember him getting interviewed which was strange...
"So what's it like working with him?"
Torture.
"Umm... It's okay I guess. He can be very snappy at times but he's a really good boss. He's very fair and thoughtful. Definitely the best person I've ever worked with."
"Is he now? How many jobs have you had at so far?"
"Three. This is my third. What about you?"
"Seven."
"Oh, well... you didn't put all seven on your resume."
"No I didn't." He said. "And that was by choice. There was always something up with the women that I worked with."
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"I've had three female bosses and they all wanted to sleep with me. When I refused I got fired. Two places, I was fired because the women threw themselves at me and uh, we got caught. I had nothing to do with it but they lied and being the man, it seamed fair to fire me instead. No one believed my side of the story."
"What! That must be terrible! What about your sixth role?" I asked curiously.
"The sixth place was my boss' daughter"
"Oh... How old was she?" I asked, feeling heavily distraught from his revelation.
"She was nineteen. I had only met her a few times before she showed up at my office one day. Let's just say she made a sudden advance towards me and her dad caught us in a compromising position."
"Wow. You've been through a lot. But honestly, who would blame those women? You are good looking." I said and he laughed a little, looking out my window. I followed his gaze and saw that we had reached my home.
"Thanks for the ride, I really appreciate it. It was also nice getting to know you a little bit." I said.
"Same here, Sophia. I guess I'll see you around at the office?"
"Sure. Have a good night."
"Goodnight."
I got out and when I had gotten into my apartment, that's when he drove off.
Sean was a very nice guy and also very good looking too. I don't blame those women for throwing themselves at him. But that's more than enough reason for me to stay away from him. I can't be with someone who constantly has women prying over them. Even if he doesn't want to, they'll make him cheat.
My phone rang and when I looked at the caller ID, it was Mr Wilson. As usual, my heat skipped a beat.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Miss Parker, I'm sorry I couldn't make it back to the office on time. I assume you have left?" He asked. There was a lot of background noise where he was. I could just about hear him.
"Yes, I have."
"Good. Did you do everything I asked you to do?"
"Yes, sir. The emails were sent." I confirmed.
"Did I get any phone calls?"
"Actually, there was one."
"From who?"
From your flavour of the moment!
"A woman named Charlene. She said-" I started but he cut me off instantly.
"I don't want to know what she said. Is that all?" He said angrily.
"That's all."
"Okay. Good night."
"Good-" beep
The line got disconnected before I could wish him a nice evening.
Wow. Talk about being snappy.
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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.