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"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

"What are you going to say?" I inquired. "They are all calling me a slut." "What do you want me to say?" He asked and bit his lower lip, something I'd come to find sexy. "That you are my slut? Because I can go ahead and say that." I gulped and diverted my gaze, the temperature in the vehicle increasing all of a sudden. His palm on my lap moved, his forefinger poking out as he began tracing circles on the spot. The light material of the dress did nothing to prevent the heat of his finger from meeting my thigh as the innocent sensation brought about sinful intentions. His hand didn't stop it's tracing, each second ticking by as it should as the car soared down the road, however you could see what was in our minds from how tight his grip was on the steering, and in the crimson color staining my cheeks. "Fuck it!" He hissed in irritation and stepped hard on the accelerator, the force sending the car flying forward at a risky pace. I pretended not to notice this, nonetheless his forefinger began tapping a tempo on my thigh, it didn't take up to a minute later for his palm to squeeze my flesh, the pressure doing things to my bones. We stopped at a red light when he turned to give me a meaningful stare, "your place or mine?" +++++++++++ Being an air hostess wasn't Latifa's dream job but it was a light in dark times. After 3 years of holding the star hostess title, things take a messy turn when she gets involved with Garret Jay Evans, the young and handsome minister of foreign affairs. She finds herself being bitten in the ass by her crazy life choices when she discovers Garret is her supposed betrothed. 'A Short Steamy Romance' for you. Enjoy

"Why are you late?" He questions, sounding exactly as I remember "You know, traffic." I apologize, making a turn to trudge to him majestically. "If you say so," he nods, the night preventing my view of his face "Thank you, Azazel," I mutter, my tone neither high nor low. "Why did you want to see me?" He polls, his voice resounding through the dark abandoned warehouse. "Yes Azazel," I smirk and try to hide the slight fear of reject nagging at the back of my head. "What is it about?" He implores his arm going to rub his prominent chin as he fixes a stare at me. "I want my soul back," I inform, matching his gaze with mine. "How do you plan on getting it back?" He quizzes, stepping a few inches my way into the light. "With a deal Azazel, or more specifically, a pact," I tell using all my energy to stop my feet from moving backward. "That is very difficult Xander, you sealed your vow with a drop of blood," he argues, the moonlight falling more on his face as he tilts his head upwards. "And I'm here to make and seal another," I converse awaiting a reply. "No, you got what you wanted, to be rich, famous, and loved, what else do you desire?" He asks, his supernatural blue eyes having a scary glint to them. "My soul," I repeat. "Plus I know you love making deals Azazel, no matter how you try to hide it, I see the excitement and mischief you try to conceal." "Same way I see the little fear of rejection bubbling within you, I detect it in your eyes, I hear it in your heartbeat, and the blood pumping through your veins," he sneers in response, squaring his wide shoulders to come off as intimidating. "Hence we understand each other well, we know you've got more to win than lose, and I've got more to lose than win," I confess. "You are right," he lets out in a husky tone, his red lips curving into a hint of a smile. "So what do you say demon, you in?" I invite, my eyebrow raised "I am," he gleams. "What's this pact about?"

"Darling." He smirked and eyed my lips. "Promises can be broken." "I don't break promises," I aimed to assure. "I know because I know you." He stretched his palm to caress my chin and this time, I didn't flinch. "How?" I croaked. "Because I've watched you." His hand moved to brush my hair away from my face. "I know about your schedule, when you sleep, how you like your tea, how you interact with strangers, even down to the kind of shampoo you use." He is a stalker, get away from him! My subconscious screamed at me Instead of me to do that, I did the opposite by asking. "Why, do you know all these?" He simply chuckled and inched his face closer, we stared into each other's eyes for what felt like a decade before he shifted to my ear and whispered. "Because you are my mate." ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Tanya Marie Andre. A female writer who has read many werewolf books but never believed them to be real. Diego Dante Domino. An Alpha who has searched for his mate for centuries. Dive in to see how everything turns out. Warning: Mature scenes