
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 6
Sophia Parker
It was a Friday, which meant that we were to leave for London today. The conference is on Saturday and in order for us to get there on time, we needed to leave this evening. We would arrive in London by 5am but the actual time there would be 12am. That should give us enough time to get some rest before the event.
I had already packed my bags and brought them with me to the office today. Most of the things I brought along were work clothes, nothing serious. But Phoebe suggested that I also have outfits for going out. Whenever Mr Wilson and I went on work trips, there was always time to go out and explore so I packed two dresses just in case, anything could happen.
Mr Wilson didn't show up during working hours today and I spent the whole day missing his presence. He finally showed up around 5pm, just in time to pick me up so we could go to the airport together.
As I came out of the building, his driver collected my bag and placed it in the trunk of his Bentley Mulsanne. This was one of Mr Wilson most expensive and spacious cars. He must have used it to host some of his clients today. Once I got in the car, Mr Wilson conducted a full body appraisal of me before he finally graced me with his signature greeting.
"Hello, Miss Parker." He smiled. That was enough to make my heart malfunction for a few seconds.
"Good evening Mr Wilson." I managed to not stutter. We began to move.
"I see you have very few items." He commented.
"Yes, there wasn't much to pack. It's just for the weekend." I replied.
After that, he didn't say anything and an awkward silence followed. I looked at him after a few moments and he was shamelessly staring at me with a smirk on his face.
Is he checking me out? No way! Mr Wilson would never even look my way. Just in case, I look at what I'm wearing. A grey sleeveless top made of cotton and a black pencil skirt with my satin knee length boots. It's okay I guess, not that interesting for Mr Wilson to stare at me like he wants to devour me because that's what he is doing.
Because this is a small limo, I am seated directly in front of him with my legs closed in between his legs that are wide open. I don't know why men have to open their legs so wide when they sit. It's ridiculous.
I am so uncomfortable with this position. I can't even look directly ahead because Mr Wilson is just ogling me not caring if he gets caught so I turn my head to the side and I am looking at... nothing.
I began to squirm in my seat due to the discomfort I am having. Why can't he just stop looking! Now I'm angry. He is invading my personal space and I don't like it. I mean, I normally would have loved this attention that he is giving me but it's just too much right now. And what's even more annoying is that stupid smirk he has on his face while he is busy violating me with his eyes! What is going on in that silly little head of his!
"Are you okay Miss Parker? It seems like you're having a war within yourself." He asked with one of his eyebrows raised. He definitely knew that his gaze was having an effect on me but he decided to play dumb.
"I'm fine. I'm just uncomfortable." I say harshly.
"Uncomfortable? What makes you so uncomfortable?" He asked in pretence.
"You!"
"Me?" He feigned confusion.
"You're staring at me too much." I said much more sedately, reminding myself that I was speaking to my boss. My sudden outburst was unexpected but he'd pushed me to the edge with his silly little pretence act.
I didn't expect his response to be a light chuckle, which only made me fume with more anger.
Did he actually find it amusing to invade my personal space?!
"You look lovely today that's all. Is it wrong for a man to appreciate beauty?"
I swear if the air con wasn't on right now, I would have melted into a puddle. He literally just called me beautiful! If I wasn't so mad at him right now I would have probably fan-girled at his statement but I was way too angry.
"That wasn't appreciating beauty, that was... eye-rape!"
This time he laughed loudly. "Eye-rape? Is there even a word like that?"
"I don't know! You tell me!" I said, feeling completely mortified! My face was red hot like a tomato, both from anger and embarrassment.
'Harassment' would have been more appropriate, but my brain decided to invent such a stupid word in the heat of the moment because I couldn't think straight.
I had so many mixed emotions right now and that left me very flustered.
"Miss Parker, it was never my intention to 'eye-rape' you. Like I said, I was only appreciating how beautiful you look today. I apologise if it made you uncomfortable. Please, don't be upset with me." He apologised in a gentlemanly fashion.
"Thank you." I said. I was super relieved that he decided to drop this matter. It was certainly one of the most stressful moments of my entire career with him.
"So how was your day at the office?" He asked.
"Very tedious." I sighed.
"Why? Was it because I wasn't there?" He asked with another smirk tugging at his lips.
Oh no, he's back at it again!
"No... I just didn't have much to do. Where were you by the way?" I asked. "Your diary was empty so I was-"
I stopped myself before I completed the sentence. I was just about to share how worried I was about him but he didn't need to know that... at least not in his current state of derision.
"You were what?"
"Nothing."
"Were you about to say that you were worried about me?" His smirk widened.
"No, I don't care."
I hoped that the lie I told was convincing but unfortunately, he didn't buy it.
"Miss Parker it's fine if you were worried about me not showing up to work today. I should have told you that I would be coming in late."
"You should have. But really, I wasn't worried." I lied again.
"If you say so. I had an urgent matter to finalize with Holton Industries with regards to our meeting held sometime this week. You know, the day you decided to show up in just a blazer."
I gasped at his reference and my poor cheeks turned red once again at the memory of that day.
"You remember?"
"Of course, I don't have amnesia. Plus, the sight is a hard one to forget." He winked at me.
Did he just wink at me?
I was too shocked to react so I just gaped at him in disbelief.
He laughed again at my embarrassment.
Sure, what I did was stupid but it wasn't like I had any other choice!
"Sir, I had no choice. I couldn't show up to the meeting with soiled clothes looking like a clown?."
"No you couldn't. But I must admit that I liked what you wore that day. I just didn't want other men seeing you like that as well. That's why I had to send you out."
He liked it?
Was this his way of acknowledging to me that he found me attractive on that day? Or perhaps, even today as well...? A few moments ago, he mentioned that I looked beautiful. Does the great Adam Wilson finally have eyes for me?
"Is that really why you sent me out of the room?" I asked feigning anger. Even though I was dying with happiness inside, I couldn't give away my true emotions to him so easily.
"Yes. I was protecting you from the prying eyes of those men." He responded.
"Well... I didn't ask for your protection." I challenged.
I don't know where I got the courage to talk to him in this way. On a very normal day I would never talk back to Mr Wilson. Maybe the thought of him fancying me gave me a huge self-confidence boost.
"You are my employee and it's stated in the Health and Safety policy of your contract that I, as your employer and direct line manager, have responsibility over your safety and security during your employment."
"Oh come on! Not in that respect. You made me look stupid when you kicked me out."
"No. Those men were looking at you and I couldn't help it. I don't like to share what's mine."
I gasped. He said that so causally and possessively, as if I'm an object.
"I'm not yours."
Although, the thought of belonging to him appealed to me a little bit...
"Yes, you are. You work for me, don't you?"
"That doesn't make me your property."
"I never said you were property. Miss Parker, why are you being so difficult today?" He raised his eyebrow again.
"It's because you annoyed me earlier!" I revealed, feeling entirely worn out and consumed by this conversation. I put my fingers on my temple and gently gave myself a massage.
He didn't come back with anything and for a moment we both settled into a warm silence. It was definitely needed. Most of my trips with Mr Wilson we're silent, with occasional discussion about work-related topics. This was the most personal we had ever gotten in entire time working for him.
"You look sexy when you're annoyed." He blurted out.
My mouth flew open at his comment and he smiled.
That's it! Something is definitely wrong with this man. I wonder how much alcohol he's had to consume today...
No matter how much I liked what he said, that was the most unprofessional thing I've ever heard him say to me. And he knew it was because he had that stupid smug look on his face. It was so cheesy, all I wanted to do was slap him right across the face!
I didn't care, I reached out to slap him but he was too quick and he caught my hand midair.
"Let go of me!" I struggled to get my hand out if his hold.
"Did you just try to assault me Miss Parker?"
"Yes. And you deserved it."
Sure, I may have had fantasies of all kinds about this man but this was not how I ever pictured us crossing the line of professionalism. This was way too poor and lousy. I couldn't believe the cheek of him!
"Why? Because I called you sexy? Isn't that a good thing?"
To be fair, it was a good thing. It was pretty amazing. He has called me both beautiful and sexy today and I honestly feel ecstatic. But I had to pretend because this was so wrong.
"You shouldn't speak to me like that!"
"I can't help it Miss Parker. A sexy woman deserves to be spoken to that way." He said in a low seductive voice that made my thighs clench.
I couldn't believe this was happening. What has come over Mr Wilson? He would never speak to me this way!
I reached out again with my other hand. This time he was even quicker before and he caught my hand again. Now he had both my hands held prisoner.
"I admire your courage Miss Parker."
"Let me go, please." I said defeatedly and he smiled in satisfaction. He held me like that for a moment, enjoying how helpless I looked before he finally let me go. My hands stung lightly from his hold. They felt like handcuffs.
"You hurt me." I said rubbing my wrists.
"I'm sorry but you attacked me. I was simply defending myself."
I was about to give him a sassy response but then it dawned on me once again that he was ultimately my boss and this entire encounter was unprofessional. I'd never spoken like this to him before. I even tried to hit him! I'm lucky that he took it lightheartedly and that I still have my job.
Just then, his phone rang and he answered the call.
"Hello." He said. I couldn't hear who was on the other line but when the person spoke up Mr Wilson's face suddenly became angry.
"Oh for heaven's sake! What the fuck do you want?!" He was fuming with anger at this point and I became scared. The mood had certainly shifted.
"Don't you ever call this number again! I don't want to hear anything you have to say to me!"
He ended the call and tapped away on his phone. I could swear that I saw him block the caller ID of that person. Even I have never made him this angry before.
I think that he should have at least heard what the person had to say to him, it could have been important.
I remembered when I told him that a woman named Charlene had a message for him and he completely didn't want to hear it. Could the same person on the phone be Charlene? I thought they were lovers.
"Mr Wilson is everything alright?" I asked, seriously concerned.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine." He looked up. "I think were here."
I looked through the window and indeed we were at the airport. The driver alighted and came round to open the door for the both of us. The jet's crew also helped transport our bags into our private plane.
We boarded the plane and Mr Wilson made me sit directly opposite him so we were facing each other. I protested at first but then I remembered he was in a bad mood and I didn't want to upset him any further so I agreed to sit opposite him once again. Soon enough, we had taken off and were on our way to London.
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Adam Wilson
An 8 hour flight alone with Sophia Parker. I couldn't ask for anything better. I wanted to use this time to get to know her on a more personal level because I fancy the pants off her.
Throughout today she consumed my thoughts and I couldn't wait to pick her up from work so I could see her. Even last night I had the most sexy dream ever. In the dream, Sophia and I were kissing in my office. She had been so responsive in my dream. I had lifted her up onto my desk and she began unbuttoning my shirt. Just as I was about to do hers, my alarm decided to wake me up and the dream ended. I was so angry that I smashed it on the floor and it broke.
When I finally picked her up from the office I was so happy. I couldn't help but replay the dream in my head when I saw her. I wonder what it would feel like kissing her pretty lips. They felt so soft in the dream and I really wanted to kiss them badly right now!
I am going to explore whatever it is that I have for Sophia because she makes me feel a way that no other woman has made me feel before. I covered whatever feelings I had for her with hostility but now, I'm going to stop fighting it. Starting from when I picked her up. I was enjoying our time together until that nuisance Charlene called to ruin the mood.
Right now we are on the plane together and Sophia is with me. That's all that matters now.
"Mr Wilson, did you force me to sit here with you so you could stare at me the whole flight?" She asked me. I hadn't even realized I had been staring at her for quite a while.
"Yes I did." I said with a charming smile.
"Ugh!" She groaned and covered her face with her hands which made me laugh. She was also cute, I must add.
"Are you hungry yet?"
"Yes please, I'm starving."
"Okay."
I pressed a button and our private flight attendant came up to me. I purchased food for the both of us and we were served steak, potatoes with gravy and some salad. I watched as Sophia indulged in her food.
I was really impressed by her exquisite taste. She licked her lips when she was done eating and I couldn't stop the illicit thoughts that went through my head. I wondered how her lips would feel wrapped around a certain part of my- No!
I stopped myself before I could think further. With Sophia I needed to take things slow. She looked... innocent, but I know she isn't.
"Thanks for ordering the food. It was nice." She said.
"No worries."
I could now see tiredness in her eyes and I knew she needed to sleep.
"You can use the bedroom if you need to sleep. I'll wake you up later." I offered.
I was also tired but I decided to take a nap on my seat. Like I said, I wanted to take things slow with Sophia. I don't want to scare her away.
Sleeping on the same bed with her wasn't an option right now.
But very soon it will be...
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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.