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

"So today was stressful, yeah?" Richard said once we got into the apartment 


I agree with him. But then again, I had fun with his parents. His mother is a full vibe. She killed me with gist and I had insight of who Paula is and what her crime was. She disappeared before her wedding day. That's all I got. 


"Yeah" I walked straight to the room, not wanting to talk to him after what transpired today. 


All I asked for was an explanation about Paula and he snapped at me. I can't take anything else but not insincerity. Actually, I can't take anything else 


"Vanessa, let's talk" Richard closed the room door 


"Talk? But we've been talking since" I removed my jewelry and placed them in the Jewelry box 


"Is that how we normally talk?" He asked 


"Is there a special way we use to communicate?" I asked, packing my hair into a messy bun. "Pass me my scrunchie on the bed." I pointed at the black hair packer. 


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