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Loving The Cruel Billionaire

"We had a deal, miss Miller. Your body for my time". Jason's raven eyes locked on hers and her lips parted to speak but closed almost immediately with a gulp. She’d impulsively agreed to his terms to avoid being kicked out, but was he truly serious about getting down to it? And here of all places?! “Mr. Timberlake”, she met his cold, stiff gaze with a hesitant smirk knowing well that stalling for time would be futile. A single trickle of sweat streaming down the side of her face as she carefully rephrased her next few words. “How about we change the terms slightly?”. “No”. He replied almost nonchalantly, getting up to trail around the glass desk to where the woman sat. The bulge in his pants only heightening his imposing appearance, causing Veronica’s heart to race. “Now get on your knees, or get out”. ______________ Veronica Miller, a twenty-five year old brunette who couldn't keep up with with her bills decides to do a one time stand-in job where she pretends to be someone else. Unfortunately, she the job wasn’t as simple as showing up as she was mistaken for a hired sex worker. She crosses paths with cold, merciless billionaire-Jason Timberlake whose the type to work someone to the bone till a debt is repaid. Trapped between her own fragile sanity and the need to get her life back on track, Veronica dances to his tune while trying to juggle her personal relationships. But just how much can she take before she breaks? _________ Jason Timberlake, the cold and distant heir to a vast business empire, was trained by his ruthless father to suppress personal emotions. However, everything changes when Veronica enters his life. Both haunted by their troubled pasts, an undeniable connection forms between them. Jason finds himself torn between the intense emotions he's begun to feel and the potential consequences of letting Veronica into his carefully constructed world. But then again, in the dangerous dance of love and desire, some rules are meant to be broken.

Weirdweirdo · Urbano
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Let Me Fuck You

Morning came like a fog, bringing cold and heavy wind with an eerie rumbling as if trying to wash off traces of all that had occurred the day before from everyone's mind as well as the blood from their hands. The dark clouds gathered in a tightly packed cluster above the city of Augsburg, and only the noise of thunder startled Veronica awake.

She blinked up at the dim lighting, disoriented from sleep as she listened to the rain beat continuously against the windows. Her hair was a disheveled mess from sleeping on the hard floor, her sides hurt but not as badly as her neck.

A cool breeze wafted through the bottom of the bedroom door, sending goosebumps down her skin even under the thick fabric of her long-sleeved white shirt. She sat up, wincing as her sore limbs protested against the movement. "It's so cold", she mumbled, rubbing her left upper arm.