Dame Cherie

#Slow-burn Romance
#Explicit sexual scene.

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"You should stay away from me. I'll only fuck the hell outta you." he stared at my naked body lustfully

"What if I want that?" I sat up to look at him

"Get off your highs. You only get my dick when I want you to. Goodnight Vanessa." He banged the door

It was then and there I felt very stupid.

What was I thinking?! 

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Vanessa Willow, a well known event planner in her city crossed path with Richard Blackwood, a CEO of a Tech Invention Company. They didn't start on good footing since Richard portrayed himself initially as an egoistical, perverted and annoying client. All Vanessa wanted was to be done with the project that brought them to be together but Richard wanted more. 

A night together leads to a tragic event in the life of Vanessa. Vanessa lost everything including herself but she had only one reason to keep pushing. She knew she wouldn't have trusted the Rich Billionaire. She thought she knew him better but it turned out she didn't. Where does she go from here? Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? Will she be able to heal? Will she overcome this phase? Is she willing to forgive despite the fact that she has forgotten?

But first of all, What exactly happened between them? 

I guess we'll read to find out

Ripped Apart

"I don't know, Becca! Am I really ageing that he doesn't want to fuck me or anything." *Pause* "Babes I said none of them have made an attempt to. Compliments on how they'll fuck me but actions speaks louder than words. No action." *Pause* "Are you sure I'm not ageing?" *Pause* "Okay love, if you say so. I better pack my hair before he comes. I love you sis!" I dropped my phone on my dressing table 


"Ready?" A voice said and I yelled my heart out. 


"Richard stop doing that! At least let me know when you're breaking in" I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to pack my hair 


"French braid it, if you can. You'll look cute" He suggested, ignoring my earlier comment 


"It takes professionals to kill that style" I laughed jokingly. "How long have you been standing there?" I eyed him warily. 


"Wondering if I heard your conversation about you ageing?" He smirked 


"That totally tells me the truth" I said, feeling embarrassed. "So?" I eyed him through the mirror. 


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