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I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.Somira's POV
I never wanted this twist in my life...
Neither did I ever envisage the development of this baby... into my life!
You have brought this to me... and we both must manage it in enjoyment...
So... I am so sorry Lawrence, I can not let you go just like that...
I have come, and I must be selfish to keep you by my side forever...
(In Samira's voice)!
NOW THE STORY BEGINS….
*********** I LOVE IT HOT, JUST AS HE DOES TOO! AND FEELING HIS STROKES ON MY ERECT CLIT, DRIVES ME SO WILD… AND WITH EACH SHOVE HE PUMPS INTO MY ORANGEWELL, GOSH...! IT MAKES ME CRAVE FOR MORE OF HIS SWEET TORTURES AS HE RIDES SO DEEPLY WITH FULL FORCE. IT'S SO KILLING, I SWEAR! ********
It was a very quiet room, and the place was so dark, that the both of them could barely see each other. One distinctly male hand with so much strength pushed down the other to the bed, which gave out a slight pipping sound in protest. Even to the extent of one not feeling the warmth of the body of the other as they were playing with each other.
The unlighted room was so beautiful and was romantic at the same time. The contour luminescence by the shades of the moonlight glowing from outside was so adorable... She loves being able to touch his midriffs, knowing that he could not see her as she blushes... as his lips were going lower to her skirt, which was partially covering the skimpy trunk that she was wearing. She likes the feel and the tastes of his skin on hers, which was releasing a very warm and sweet sensation each time they touched. It's always so great and exciting... So thrillingly explicit... So gloomy... and also a booty call, or maybe not!
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