5.0
Comment(s)
44
View
17
Chapters

Cheryl Michaels harbors alot of resentment. She despises her unruly strawberry-blonde hair, always defying any attempt to tame it. She loathes her mother for dying too soon, leaving her with the burden of raising her younger siblings. She abhors her father, an aggressive drunk who only added chaos to their lives. She's consumed with frustration over her inability to track down the father of her child. But above all else, Cheryl Michaels reserves her greatest hatred for her boss. And when she discovers he's best friends with her child's absent father, that hatred burns even hotter. How will Cheryl handle falling for her egotistic boss while also falling for the father of her baby when all she wants is to give her child and her siblings a good life.

Sin and I Chapter 1 The conception

Cheryl's pov

The night of conception.

One drink, one drink and I'll go right back home. I deserve the drink anyway.

I wrap my fingers around the doorknob of "Oaklyn's bar" and will myself to turn it.

"Come on Cheryl, you deserve this" I say to myself, hoping the guilt goes away, yet I stay rooted at my spot in front of the bar, Fingers wrapped around the doorknob. The ringing in my ear getting louder.

I look at my phone, no new messages.

I take in a deep breath and open the door. The bar is quite busy for a Tuesday night, nothing has changed since I last came here two years ago, maroon paint on the walls, tables that need to be changed and Vip section that's not actually Vip.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and walk to the bar, my palms not as sweaty, confidence rising in me.

I take a seat and order a martini, my favorite drink, I haven't had one since mum died.

Maybe another drink, I deserve it, I work really hard.

A third glass won't hurt, who knows when I'd go drinking again.

By my third glass I'm a bit tipsy, and that's when I feel it.

I glanced up from my drink, feeling a magnetic pull, and caught his gaze across the bar. He is striking, confidence radiating from him like heat.

My heart races as he smiles, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. I pretend to focus on my glass, swirling the glass.

The thrill of being watched makes me feel alive. Each stolen glance between us ignites a spark, making the noise of the bar fade into a distant hum. For the first time in ages, I felt seen and desired, and I couldn't help but wonder what might unfold if he crossed the room.

It's very well-lit in the bar, and I can see him raise an eyebrow as if to ask a question; I hold his gaze For a few seconds, and then he looks away, Suddenly interested in the glass in front of him. I look away too, my interests has waned.

After this glass of martini, I will be sure to go home. This is the last glass I'll have.

I take a sip of my martini and close my eyes, I can feel an headache forming.

"It looks like you have an headache" a husky masculine voice says behind me.

I turn so fast I almost give myself whiplash and I spill a bit of my martini on the stranger.

It's the guy that was watching me.

I take in his expensive suit and almost facepalm myself.

"I'm so sorry, please send the dry cleaning bill to me, you startled me and I'm so sorry" I apologise profusely, attempting to use my hands to dry the area.

He chuckles. "It's fine, it's my fault, I didn't realise I'd startle you that much"

I suddenly realise how close we are, I'm looking up at him, my hands still on the wet spot on his stomach.

I gulp, I feel the hair on my arm stand.

He takes a seat beside me, ordering a whisky and another glass of martini for me, I want to tell him i don't want another glass, but I don't. I let him get me the drink. He has brown eyes, very dark brown eyes. As opposed to my blue eyes. My mother often said my eyes looked like skies themselves.

"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen" He's staring into my eyes as he says this, as if to read my soul.

I feel heat creep onto my cheeks and I know I'm the color of a tomato, great Cheryl, one compliment from a man you don't know and you turn red in the face.

I will myself to say "thank you" with a smile on my face, although this stranger is devilishly handsome I still don't know what to feel about him.

He looks satisfied with my reply and takes a sip of his whiskey.

"What is your name?" He asks me, I take note of his voice, husky, velvety, it makes my mouth dry.

I think of whether to use a fake name, but then the chances are ever seeing him again are very slim. So I decide to use my real name.

"My name is Cheryl" I say to him.

"Cheryl" He says back, as if testing my name on his tongue. I like how he says my name. I like how the letters seem to glide off his tongue. I like his husky voice and I imagine his voice whispering into my ear.

Bad thoughts, Cheryl. Quit those bad thoughts, I am not an overly sexual person.

I havent even had sex since mum passed away and before that I can count the number of times I have had sex, but there's something so captivating, enthralling, about the man in front of me. I look at his fingers, long and slender, no ring too. I imagine how they'd feel In me, I swallow, shake my head in an attempt to rid myself of the bad thoughts.

"Is there a problem Cheryl?" he asks me,his tone indicating amusement.

My mouth feels too dry to speak so I shake my head again.

"You didn't ask me my name" He cocks his head to one side and smiles slightly.

"Pardon me" my voice comes out as little above a squeak. "what's your name ?"

"Xavier" He extends his hand towards me and I take it. "Would you like to come with me to my hotel room enchanting Cheryl?"

I would never say "yes" to such a request. I have a good head on my shoulder, I know how dangerous, foolish and stupid saying "yes" is, I have never made a stupid decision in my life.

I open my mouth to say "no" but a "Yes" squeaks out instead.

What is he doing to me?

Continue Reading

You'll also like

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

Rollins Laman
4.6

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book
Sin and I Sin and I Mesan wrote it Romance
“Cheryl Michaels harbors alot of resentment. She despises her unruly strawberry-blonde hair, always defying any attempt to tame it. She loathes her mother for dying too soon, leaving her with the burden of raising her younger siblings. She abhors her father, an aggressive drunk who only added chaos to their lives. She's consumed with frustration over her inability to track down the father of her child. But above all else, Cheryl Michaels reserves her greatest hatred for her boss. And when she discovers he's best friends with her child's absent father, that hatred burns even hotter. How will Cheryl handle falling for her egotistic boss while also falling for the father of her baby when all she wants is to give her child and her siblings a good life.”
1

Chapter 1 The conception

16/02/2025

2

Chapter 2 Conception x pain

16/02/2025

3

Chapter 3 Three years later

16/02/2025

4

Chapter 4 The interview

16/02/2025

5

Chapter 5 Mr. Sin

16/02/2025

6

Chapter 6 An act of debauchery

16/02/2025

7

Chapter 7 Miss Michealson

16/02/2025

8

Chapter 8 Invitation to a date

16/02/2025

9

Chapter 9 Trip to the hospital

16/02/2025

10

Chapter 10 The date

16/02/2025

11

Chapter 11 A turn of events

16/02/2025

12

Chapter 12 Hello Bianca

27/02/2025

13

Chapter 13 He lied about his name

27/02/2025

14

Chapter 14 Kate and I

09/03/2025

15

Chapter 15 Mr. Sin cannot change

15/03/2025

16

Chapter 16 The run in

08/04/2025

17

Chapter 17 The party

24/04/2025