Rags To Riches; His Secret Desire, Her Cross to Bear

ere. The boss hadn't shown up all week, and it was Friday already. Ray stopped by at 3

might be an intruder, she silently opened the door to find the woman from earlier in an intimate mome

en indoors, with little or no help with Collins. With the stress at work, this was her chan

e'd set foot in the club, she'd awakened in Lucas's bed, a night that had irrevocably altered the course of her life. Tonight

op, her ginger curls cascading down her back in a beautiful mass. Her bum shorts showcased her curves, a testament to the changes motherhood had brought. Though ins

ffany clutch and polished ponytail completing her look. As they turned heads at the busy club filled with i

y went past the job updates section before the alcohol seeped in, Natasha steering clear of why she abruptly had left 4 years ago. The DJ pulled them into a frenzy, hitting jam aft

kup and was out to have fun. Nash, on the other hand, pretty tight-lipped, knew she couldn't afford a re

moved to the rhythm, grinding to the music in the arms of a handsome stra

ed to passion, to the ni

and that enraged him. Even though she was a spoiled brat, they had been together for years, bound more by family expec

f fun, the temptation had been too strong to resist.

nge his father's shadow. But with his father's interference and now Helen's father in the mix, i

by the rules of his aristocratic family,

the alcohol seeped into his veins, he and Taddy blended into the massive

ragile state and the need to be better and stronger. Convincing her was an easy feat, as she

else?" He asked above the

h. As the handsome man spoke into her ear, it sent tingles down her spine, awakening her feminine par

e replied, licking his ear, wh

as he pulled her through th

er of them wanted the night to end. The alcohol dulled the edges of doubt, and for a fleeting moment, they w

the doorway to the bed like breadcrumbs. Natasha leaned against the wall, chest rising and fal

r clothes, his husky voice whispered

her head. "Do

aring with blurred eyes

her alcohol induced mood "I just want to feel something, anythi

her through several rounds of orgasmic release, her moans bouncing off the walls, pushing him into deeper release.

tness of the linen and the faint scent of sex clung in the air. Her core felt sore from the endless rounds of sex, and her body still held the memory of their coupling. How did it feel so good yet hur

ention as she turned to the source, and her

er of her child

ait,

g steadily in his sleep. His jawline, brightened by the morning light that seeped in

ad she

nd up here? W

od, N