By: Vivienne Harris Scott
A word of caution: Beware of who you sleep with, they just might change your life!!!
This is the sign the woman should have been wearing…with warning bells too!An odd encounter. That’s how it’s starts. When Julian McCarty –self-confessed philanderer, quintessential player, actor, restaurateur and bored millionaire– collides into a random woman at LAX airport, little does he realize his life as he knows it is over.
A few drinks, a good dinner, a one night stand and great sex. That’s the way it usually goes. Nothing to write home about, right? Right.
Except, he’s crossed paths with The One.
He wakes up the next day and finds a note. A stunning chain of events is triggered, and a particular brand of havoc is unleashed, forcing Julian down a path into a past riddled with, secrets, deceit, revelations and betrayal. Nothing is at it appears, and the truth culminates with a heart-breaking revenge, only to conclude with the ultimate redemption.
(Infidelity Fantasy, Sugar Baby Wife)
By: J.E. & M. Keep
Dennis knows where Synthia was that night. She was cheating on him. So why does it turn him on?
He’d met her in a stripclub, but when she comes home from her bachelorette party late and smelling of a bath, he has to wonder. And fantasize. Was his beloved fiance really cheating on him? It doesn’t matter. He just needs her, now.
Warning: Contains a sexy little short about an older man and his young fiance as she tries to coax him with oral sex and then tells him to use a condom if he’s going to have sex with her. After all, he wants to see just how tight she is after a night of her cheating.
She was a slim girl, fit, with soft, smooth skin that smelled so fresh. Suspiciously fresh, really. She furrowed her brows as she looked at him, her head tilting to the side. They didn’t have fights, not that often, and she was startled by his angry tone. That and she’d obviously had a bit to drink, “What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice sounding hurt.
Her denial upset him further, though as soft to her as he was, he couldn’t help but doubt his own rage at least a bit. Squeezing her arms a bit, he pushed them away from him, “Don’t lie, Synthia. There’s no point in it!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice, and bit his lip, regretting he had.
“What, I can’t get bored of giggling girls and gyrating men now?” she folded her arms under her chest, her eyes furrowing, “I got bored! I asked the limo driver to show me around some places! God, I can’t believe you’re interrogating me on this!” It was a lie. It was all lies, but she was convincing in them.
His brows furrowed deeper, less in anger than in doubt. He was a sucker for her sweet lies because he wanted to believe them. Though it still wasn’t enough. There was too much doubt building up, added to the stress of the wedding so close. A pale and slender man, with dark but silvering hair, he looked to her with a gaze halfway between hard and hurt.
“All night, Synthia? You left hours ago!” He took a breath, remembering her refusal to sign the agreement. Every man with his kind of wealth, and a wife so young and beautiful took such precautions, but her refusal to sign had worn him down, though doubt persisted. “I’m just supposed to believe you innocently drove around all night with the driver taking in the sights?” Her clean smell didn’t escape him; she didn’t reek of drink as a woman who’d been partying all night should have.