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My Husband's Mistress Lives One Floor Below Me

My Husband's Mistress Lives One Floor Below Me

743 Views · Ongoing · Joy Brown
I had been married for seven years, thinking I had the perfect family.

Until Christmas Eve, when I saw a delivery order for apartment 702. The note read: severe mango allergy.

My husband's allergy. The one that could kill him.

I flew downstairs and pounded on the door.

My husband opened it. The same man who was supposed to be "out of town on business."

A pregnant woman appeared behind him.

And my six-year-old son stood behind her, glaring at me with cold eyes:

"Make her leave, Mom. She's crazy."

My world shattered.
The CEO Above My Desk

The CEO Above My Desk

1.1m Views · Ongoing · McKenzie Shinabery
“You think she needs you,” he says.

“I know she does.”

“And what if she doesn’t want this kind of protection?”

“She will,” I say, my voice lowering slightly. “Because she needs a man who can give her the world.”

“And if the world burns?”

My hand tightens subtly at Violet’s waist.

“Then I’ll build her a new one,” I reply. “Even if I have to burn the old one down myself.”

I don’t work for Rowan Ashcroft.
I work beneath him.

From my desk, I decide who gets access to the most ruthless CEO in the city, and who never makes it past the lobby. I manage his time, his silence, his enemies. I keep his world running while my own quietly collapses under unpaid bills, a mother locked in rehab, and a brother who vanished without a goodbye.

Rowan Ashcroft is power wrapped in a tailored suit.
Cold. Untouchable. Merciless.
He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t see people, only usefulness.

And for a long time, I was just useful.

Until he started watching.

A shift in his attention is subtle at first. A pause too long. A look that lingers. Orders that pull me closer instead of pushing me away. The man who stands above my desk begins to control more than my schedule, and I realize too late that being noticed by Rowan Ashcroft is far more dangerous than being ignored.

Because men like him don’t crave affection.
They crave possession.

This was supposed to be a job.
Not a test of my limits.
Not a slow, deliberate descent into his authority.

But if Rowan Ashcroft decides I belong under his desk, then so be it.
Survival has a price, and the bills don’t care how I pay them.
Trapped ( Mafia's Angel)

Trapped ( Mafia's Angel)

6.6k Views · Ongoing · Jamie Damie
" Fuck, Angelina. I want to fucking inscribe my name on your body." He growled, his voice deep and hoarse." That sounds fun, I want to bear your name on my body." She whispered back, her innocent gaze staring back at him.
Brave and innocent Angelina didn't know that loving a devil comes with a steadfast price. A dark heart that has no room for love, but she managed to slip in, captured his cold attention, and bear his eternal claim.
My Dream Guy

My Dream Guy

2.2k Views · Ongoing · Jaimie Crespo
My best friends and I were out dancing at one of the hottest clubs around, when I heard the two words I loved most. In a loud, rough, gravely tone I heard, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around looking everywhere in the darkness of the club with the mixture of strobe lights in my face, but I didn’t see anyone. There was no way it could be possible. He was a dream. Just a dream. It wasn’t real.
Just then I heard it again, a little louder this time, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around searching through the mixture of the surrounding bodies. I still didn’t see anything. I thought I must be losing my mind. I shook my head to clear it.
But then I heard it a third time, louder than the rest, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around and that’s when I saw him.
Standing tall and lethal where people had moved back away from him to give him space was my dream guy.
He wore black jeans that fit him like a second skin just like his black wife beater. The black wife beater showed off his sleeves of tattoos. Black tennis shoes that looked expensive. A black hat that he wore backwards covering up his inky, black hair with a chunk of hair peeking through. A black right eyebrow piercing and black earring in his ear that stood out on his very pale skin without blemishes or flaws. His green eyes that were so bright and multi-colored they practically glowed in the darkness of the club. His lips were pale pink, perfect and oh so kissable with the bottom lip a little puffier than the top.
My dream man has somehow, some way, came to life, and I am going to figure out how.
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