by Tia Siren
“And when it wasn’t?” she said, pulling up one eyebrow.
“Honestly? God, I don’t know. The kiss was, frankly, fucking amazing,” I said. “It was like I was being drawn into this person and everything around us faded away for a few moments. I hadn’t felt that in a really long time, so I guess I just went with it. It wasn’t until the photographer started yelling at the two of us that I pulled away. I slapped him immediately, and that was when I realized who he was, and I felt completely mortified. I was mortified because it was him and because I had lost myself for a moment in the kiss.”
“Wow,” Blair said. “Sounds like this guy is a good kisser.”
“I don’t know what it was, but now that I think about it, it was very familiar,” I said.
“Maybe that’s why you let go. I mean, it’s not like you’re out there getting laid every day,” she said. “Maybe just feeling something familiar like that temporarily fogged your brain. You have to admit, it felt good to let go, even if it was for a minute.”
“Yeah,” I scoffed. “Until I pulled back and realized it was my slimeball ex-boyfriend.”
“Who knows, maybe he did you a favor,” she said. “Maybe it will open up some sort of freedom inside you. You’re one of the most uptight people I know, and you need to let your hair down every once in a while.”
“I have too many things to accomplish to do that,” I said.
“It had to make you feel something,” she said. “Did it bring any old emotions to the surface?”
“Yeah, it did,” I said.
“That’s excellent,” Blair said, leaning forward. “What do you feel?”
“Loathing, hatred, disgust—you know, all the things I’ve felt all along.” I laughed at the look on her face. “Only this time it was a reminder of how much I can’t stand Mason York or his damn family.”
“Well, that is disappointing. You about ready to head back to your place for some more studying?”
“I sure am,” I said. “And a little human-interest law will get my mind off that bozo.”
“You are hopeless.” Blair picked up her things.
We headed back to my apartment and set up all our stuff in the living room. I grabbed us both a beer, and we went to work, preparing for the next day’s finals. I set everything up how I liked it and started to take notes. However, after about three minutes of staring at the words but not comprehending them, I leaned back against the couch. Visions of Mason were flying through my head, making it impossible for me to concentrate. I could remember being a teenager, thinking I was so in love, running around the city hand in hand with Mason. We saw all the sights over and over again, holding tightly to one another, thinking that was what forever felt like. In my mind, I could still see the first time we had sex. It had been sensual, passionate, and, at the time, I had really thought Mason loved me. My heart broke the day my parents told me what had happened, and not just for them, but for myself too. I knew I had been duped by Mason and that his love ended when it came to standing up to his father. I felt like everything was my fault, and that feeling had fueled me for the last ten years.
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She’s mine. Her and our baby.
As a billionaire, I always get what’s mine.
And when I hired Stella, I wanted her.
I didn’t know she was my enemy’s daughter.
I didn’t know she was out for revenge.
But I knew she was mine for the taking.
Her sweet innocence. Her pure submission.
I know she wants to bring me down.
That her love is just an act.
But when she screams my name, I know her pleasure is very real.
I will do everything in my power to make her mine.
I won’t give up until I have all of her - heart and soul.
Especially now that she’s pregnant with my baby.
Copyright © 2018. Tia Siren.
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
