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

"There you are!" Matthew said, shaking me before sitting down next to me. 


"Hey man" I said, uncorking a drink. "Do you care?" 


"I mean, you dragged me out here so you have to treat me to it" Matthew said. "I'm surprised this VIP lounge is empty considering the fact that outside this room is bubbling" 


"I booked this particular VIP lounge. I don't want to stay home anymore. I don't even know if I need to change house because a lot has happened in that house of mine" I sighed. 


That was the honest truth. I really couldn't think properly at home so I decided to come here to think and also call Matthew to be my second head. Two heads are better than one right? 


"So what got you all baked and drunk" Matthew smirked at me. 


"Baked? Isn't that the term used for smokers?" I asked him, sipping the vodka from my glass 


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