Love Unbreakable
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
After Divorce: Loved By The Secret Billionaire CEO
"I really should be getting home," I said for the hundredth time.
I reluctantly followed my best friend Lizzie towards the entrance. This was apparently an exclusive night Club that she Just couldn't wait to introduce me to and had been bugging me about it all night.
"No! Come on. we're almost there," she said hurriedly. She grabbed my arm and began dragging me past the line of young women dressed in... Well, absolutely nothing really.
To give them credit they had a few scraps on mostly in the form of gothic corsets and cloth that was supposed to be miniskirts even though they barely made it to the cloth category.
"Wannabees." Lizzie spat out in disgust. "And how are we any different?" I asked as gestured to our outfits, she had insisted we wear.
Though | have to admit the green lace corset she shoved me into did emphasize the green in my eyes, what little there was: but it also greatly emphasizes my bust and believe me at a D cup size that is not exactly a good thing.
Also, i could do without the stiletto stripper heels that she insisted I wear as well. Luckily, I got away with the knee length skirt by refusing to come if she didn't let me cover my ass...sets. That alone made me stand out in a crowd of what she called wannabees'.
"Believe me when we get in there, you'll understand." she said mysteriously with a wink and a smile.
"And how are we going to get in?" I asked hesitantly, not really sure if | wanted to know.
A mischievous grin broke out on her face.
"Oh, you'll see." groaned. "How did i let you talk me into this? can barely see straight much less walk in these ridiculous heels you wanted me to wear tonight and noW you have me club crashing."
"Suck it up, Mia. You're going to love this. You are always complaining that your life is so boring.
Well. take a deep breath and get ready. I'm about to rock your world" said Lizzie.
I just rolled my eyes thinking that this was typical Lizzie, tell her black coffee was boring and she'd bring home a double chocolate mocha. She was the type of girl that made going Overboard an everyday occurrence. Me, I was steady, predictable.
if someone complained about boring coffee.
would hand them a new mug gave an inward sigh. that's how Lizzie talked me into
"leaving my comfort zone" and "exploring new options"or as she put it, "finding a man who could make your panties wet with just a glance".
There was no way I was going to tell Lizzie that despite my modest lifestyle, I was hoarding BDSM books secretly in the back of my closet. They had been sitting next to my nightstand.
these books being a recent addition to my romance collection, but my ex-boyfriend Charles had found them and when | confessed it was
something | had wanted to try he flipped out and called me a freak stating I needed help, then left.
As deep in my thoughts as I was. I hadn't even realized Lizzie had stopped until I ran into her back. In my normal outfit of jeans, a T-shirt. and comfy sneakers, I was ill coordinated at the best of times.
In three-inch. barely-there heels, and a tight skirt, my willpower was no match for my inherent klutziness. My behind found the ground, followed promptly by my head and that was all she wrote.
I came around slowly. kind of like floating back to reality. I heard sounds, but they seemed far away and muffled, as if i was under water.
My mind struggled back to the forefront as I cracked my eyes open slowly and painfully. My heart pounding as tried to figure out where I was and found I was momentarily thankful that was not in the hospital. That meant that the pain in my head felt worse than it actually was.
groggily looked around wishing my eyes would focus on something. anything. The room was dimly lit by what I quickly realized was a roaring fire that was off to the left-hand side making it hard to see although with my pounding head anything brighter would have made me throw up.
sat up slowly knowing fast movements were the quickest way to make me sick.
I gently rested my head in my hands as took several deep breaths to stave off the nausea that was threatening to rise in me. Since this was not the first time that had knocked myself out, I knew what was going on and thankfully it was only the second.
was sitting on a large couch. Well. i assume it was a couch. The brown leather monstrosity screamed 'I AM MAN': however, it was big enough to lie on comfortably. I looked around gingerly as the pounding in my head soon faded to a dull throb.
This room looked like either a library or a study :the walls were covered in shelves that were lined with books. I looked in front of me and my suspicions were confirmed when saw the desk across the room. It was also over-sized. but was almost
spotless.
Was it ever even used? found myself wondering since the only things that were on it was a lamp and a pen holder.
Curiosity pulled me to my feet. however the dizziness that assaulted me caused me to sit down again and breathe deeply once more. i silently prayed that my own stupidity wouldn't cause me to embarrass myself anymore.
"Do not stand up again." said a deep voice from the doorway.
lifted my head. The shadow that encased the darkened doorway was large in every way and there was no doubt in my mind that it was the owner of this over-sized room. He stalked closer until he towered above me, causing me to crane my neck so I could keep track of him. This giant
shadow of a man unnerved me.
I felt my breath catch as fear, anxiety, and