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 didn't want to be here but Paula I knew, wouldn't let me rest until we talked things out properly. 


I was so clueless as to what to even do. I was frightened when a hand came knocking on my car window. I mentally rolled my eyes when my eyes connected with the bright bubbly ones. 


"You're here!" Paula smiled when I brought down the glass. 


"Like I have a damn choice" I muttered more to myself. I nodded at her, signaling her to move back so I could open the door. She did as I said, her smile never leaving her face 


"Let's go inside" Paula said, leading the way. I stood there still contemplating if I should follow her or not. 


This wasn't right but thinking about that night made me more guilty and I needed to clear things up. Worse shit is that I can't even remember what exactly transpired that night. 


"Are you coming?" Paula said over her shoulder, her eyes trained on me. Reluctantly, I nodded before dragging my feet. 


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