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I\'m just a girl really, and my mind never stops flowing with ideas. I pen down the ones I can and transform them into wonderful and unique stories because you deserve good stories. I write books I would love to read, so I hope you enjoy them!
You’ll move in with me and your sister will be taken care of. You'll tell your sister that I'm your new boss.” He spelled out.“You'll wait for me every night on my bed so I can fuck you mercilessly for making me set my eyes on you after seven years. I hate you. You have no fucking idea.”I wanted to sob. It was fucking over. I am giving the next three years of my life to this man, just so I could save my sister and clear my debts.…….My life has been a rollercoaster of suffering with no end. It became worse the very minute I was at my lowest, and I locked eyes with my high school bully. I had no idea how he found me but now that we were all grown, I knew he would never leave me alone. After seven years, he still didn't change. He was still a thorn in my flesh, and he always managed to make me wet and weak in the knees.I ran. I ran. I ran, but he always found me.
“You're annoying. I can't even spank you. Get up.”
“Do it.” I was dying to be manhandled by this man.
“Do what?”
“You want me to beg or what?” I glared.
“I can't spank or degrade my woman. You don't want that and when we finish, you'll cry and hate me. So get up, let me compensate you.”
“Making decisions for me already as always?” I questioned and rolled my eyes.
“Yes. Get. Up.”
“No.” My anger reached boiling point. I did get up, but I reached for my pants instead. I'm leaving.
“Oh no you don't. Come here.” He grabbed me, then pushed me to the wall. My wrists were suddenly above my head, My chest rose and fell erratically in anticipation.
My face was against the wall and I had my back to him.
“You want to be treated like a whore. Good and fine. I'll fuck you so good, you'll never ask for it again. If you cry to me, I'll send you to Selena.”
I breathed hard.
“Accepted?”
“Fuck you, Varce Bosta.” I spat, and I already knew the asshole was grinning even though I couldn't see his face.
“That's it baby.” Then he pushed in, hard and deep. I saw stars.
……
I infiltrated a biker den, disguised as a boy to kill the man that killed my mom. I'm her second daughter, and now the heir to my mother's wealth since my sister is also missing, presumed dead.
Turns out he suddenly lost his memories and he was also the hot stranger I had a one night stand with, the same night my mother got assassinated. He gave the orders to kill her.
I planned to put a bullet through his head, but I couldn't let him die guiltless with lost memories. I'll stick around till he regains it.
What I didn't expect was to fall for him and the sinful orgasms he gave me when he found out my true identity.