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

"Are we really doing this?" I groaned, refusing to unbuckle my seatbelt. 


"You need to get over him. I promise, this guy is hot!" Becca pulled me out of the car. "Now go sit your pretty ass over there and wait" 


"Why am I the one waiting? Isn't it looking like I'm desperate?" I frowned 


"Some men likes women who take the first step." She advised 


"I'm not into all these things, for real. I just want to stay off men" I sighed 


"Just 30 minutes with this guy. If you don't like him, I won't force you on any further date." 


Ever since Richard and I broke up, she's been begging me to go on dates and have fun and not bury myself in work. What she doesn't understand is that I am the one who deliberately wants to bury myself in work. I don't sulk for long. 


It'll also interest you to know that Richard stopped trying to text or reach out to me after one week. I guess he understood that I really meant what I said. I was really done. 


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