Winx16

[Rated 18]


Alana Gates is a rebellious 19 years old girl who spent her whole teenage life enduring her mother's abuses. After a certain incident occurs in her life, she moves to New York to stay with her aunt and continue her education. 

The simple life she plans to live quickly gets complicated when she gets entangled with Roman Ashford, the richest and most arrogant man in the whole of New York, and has to be his woman for the next 31 days.

Will she be able to deal with his hot and cold personality.

Will she be able to tolerate his vexing attitude for the next 31 days or will this relationship turn into a complete disaster? 


....


She gasped when Roman lifted her and sat her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her, his sudden action catching her off guard.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

Roman showed no sign of letting her go. His hands circled around her waist as he rested his jaw gently on her head.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

Alana stilled at his words, puzzled about why he was apologizing. If anyone should be apologizing at that moment, it was her—she had broken the contract. Was he not mad at her?

"W-Why are you apologizing?" she stuttered, struggling to understand his character.

"I had no idea that you were afraid of blood. If I had known, I would have washed up and changed before you got back."

Completely speechless, Alana didn’t know how to react. She wiped the tears from her eyes, unknowingly smearing her mascara.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” Alana asked, looking up at Roman, trying to gauge his expression.

“I was, but not anymore.” 

Roman took hold of her wrist, his sharp gaze immediately landing on the scar on her inner wrist. He gently ran his thumb over the mark, his touch both hot and ticklish against Alana’s skin. 

“Who hurt you?” Roman asked, his tone soft.

“No one... It was an accident,” she replied, turning her face away from her wrist, slightly taken aback by the question.

Cold Desire

The spacious meeting room was abuzz with quiet murmurs and subdued laughter as the board of directors engaged in conversation among themselves. 


Erin stood in the corner, perusing Roman's schedule, completely ignoring the people in room. He glanced at his watch, noting there were only two minutes left before the meeting was due to start, yet Roman was nowhere to be seen. 


At precisely 9 am, the door swung open, and Roman entered, flanked by his secretary. The room fell silent, his commanding presence instantly demanding their attention. 


He settled into his seat at the head of the table. 


"Shall we begin?" Roman said, foregoing any pleasantries. 


The CFO, a poised young woman in her mid twenties, cleared her throat, promptly initiating the financial overview. 


She gestured toward the screen. "Since the launch of the new product, we've observed an impressive 29 percent increase in profits—" 


Quite The Audacity