A Wifey for the Bad Boy(120)

At that moment, everything around Maya, her life, her job, the misunderstanding…everything suddenly made a lot of sense. Maybe meeting him at the Boomerang that night was what all the misfortunes in her recent past had been driving towards. Maybe it was about time she got her shot at happiness. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him deeper into her. He was fucking her harder and deeper than anyone ever had and she was loving every minute of it. She gently held the back of his neck and bit his shoulder as she felt him pushing and pushing way past her limits. This was her happily ever after. This was her shot at living life free and happy.

This was it.

Kyle was it.



THE END





Love in Bloom





Love in Bloom



Chapter 1

“Of all the days my assistant had to call in sick,” Corrine Marshall thought as she made her way to the entrance of Giovanni’s carrying what seemed to be the millionth basket of roses. She had spent the better part of the afternoon decorating the restaurant for a wedding reception later that evening. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest from all the trips she’d had to make from her car to the restaurant in the past few hours and trying to organize the handymen who were busy hanging the decorum from the ceiling. This was normally Simon’s job. All she had to do was handle the money end of things and he would do the rest. But even when he didn’t, she could always count on Mona, her other worker who was also out of town. The last couple of days had been exhausting and to think that she had to go to two more restaurants before the end of the day thanks to her biggest contract yet: all four of Dante Giovanni’s restaurant across the state. She had been a little excited at the thought of having such a big contract. After all, a big name like Dante Giovanni would look great in her portfolio but she was beginning to feel overwhelmed especially since two of the restaurants had events on the same evening and the other two… well, they were five star restaurants. So that said it all.

“Making the delivery all by your lonesome today, Corrine?” Yvette, Giovanni’s hostess said as she looked at her setting up the floral arrangements on the tables.

“Yeah, Simon caught that flu that has been going around his family and Mona is supposed to be back tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Mona’s away?” Yvette pressed and Corrine nodded.

“She went to see her grandmother over the weekend. She was actually supposed to be back on Monday but I told her to just take the extra two days and come back today.” Corrine looked up and sighed. “No one really knows how much time that poor old woman has anyway.”

“I thought Mona said that she got into that clinical trial,” Yvette said, walking towards Corrine a glass of water in her hand.

Corrine let out another loud sigh as she pushed three red roses into the center of a white rose floral arrangement.

“Yeah she did but you know how these clinical trials are like. You never know if you are getting the real thing or the placebo… and judging by the way Mona’s grandmother’s health is deteriorating, I’m thinking she got the candy and not the real deal.”

“Candy?” Yvette asked, her forehead a little creased in confusion.

“You know… the placebo pills could be some powdered sugar and water hardened up into small pills with a letter in the middle…” Corrine looked up and shrugged. “Fucking candy.”

Yvette frowned and took a long sip of her water.

“The place looks really amazing. The wedding party will be supper stoked,” she said and Corrine looked around. A smile played on her lips as she looked at the restaurant that had every round table draped in a black tablecloth with a white and red rose centerpiece. Everything was perfect. And the arch… that damn arch made her want to get married. It was a white rose arch with what seemed to be a ribbon of red roses going around it from one end of the arch to the other. And to think she had done all that by herself was even more reason to be proud.

“I hope they will be,” Corrine said as she reached for her phone. At some point during the day, she had decided to rely on her people; to rely on Mona and Simon and the team that they had handpicked. And so far, she had done a great job. The job at Giovanni’s was great. But now she had to find out how the situation at the second hotel was. She dialed Zeke Richards, one of the guys she had left in charge at the G-Spot and held the phone to her ear, her heart racing. “Hey, how’s everything at the G-Spot?” A smile played on her lips when she said that. Every single time she saw the name of the restaurant, it tickled her fancy. But probably that was what Dante had in mind when naming the restaurant in the first place. To get people talking. And it had worked too.