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Inferno Heart

A no strings attached night of pleasure with a hot stranger turned sour for Gemma when she woke up the following morning to find out that she had been kidnapped by no other but the same hot stranger, who happens to be one of her mafia family's rivals. Unable to escape, she decides to piss off her captor in every way she could. But what she didn't know was that pissing Miguel off would do her no good. ~Excerpt "Just this once, after tonight, you aren’t going to see him again." These were the words that Gemma kept saying to herself in her head as she and Sebastian stumbled into his hotel room, their lips locked in a searing kiss, and their hands fumbling to take off each other’s clothes. "I…. I usually don’t do this," Gemma murmured into Sebastian’s mouth. And then, She reprimanded herself for sounding so cliche. Isn’t that the sentence that every girl says to their one nightstand? "I know," Sebastian said as he kissed his way down her throat. "How do you….." Gemma forgot what she wanted to say when he kissed her pulse point and sucked on it. Gemma nearly drowned from the noise that was inside her head, asking her to leave before things got out of hand, before her father and her brothers found out that she was missing. "I think I should be…." Gemma didn’t get to finish her sentence because Sebastian shut her up with a kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth and Gemma opened up for him. "Oh…."

Gina_rites · Urban
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Modeling?

Different thoughts kept running through Elena's mind as she sat on her bed holding the complimentary card of the modeling agent who had approached her outside the club that other night.

It's been weeks since he gave her the card and she hasn't been able to stop thinking about what he said.

Before she met Emiliano, She has never thought about going into modeling, not that she hated the profession, but she has always been indifferent about it. But ever since she met him, she has been giving it serious thought. What if she could actually become a model? She hasn't worked a day in her life, and modeling doesn't seem like a bad profession.

She moved the black card between her fingers, contemplating if she should give him a call or not.

"Just call him," she murmured to herself as she reached for her phone and dialed the number that was on the card.

He didn't answer on the first ring and Elena was thinking of disconnecting when she heard his voice;