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Capture The Blue-Eyed CEO

"I don't look like a prostitute because I am not one." she coldly smiles at his questioning gaze as she sips her coffee. 'Jerk!!' she screams in her head. "My apologies." he sincerely said, seeing the expression on her face. "But why do you have a key to this room." "Well, probably because this is MY room." she spat her words as she put down her coffee on top of the coffee table. She chose a magazine with the Kardeshians on the cover and put down her cup on top of it. He scoffed at this girl watching him with open distaste on her pretty face. He would admit that he felt insulted with how she acted now when just a while ago she was feasting on his body while he was on the phone. "You change your mind easily, huh?" he said mockingly. "Just a few minutes ago, you said you like me." "Well, a girl sure can change her mind, as many times as she wants. If you want to change my mind, you could stand up and turn around so I could see you from behind because you see, I prefer a guy with a nice pair of ass." ........................ Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. When her flight was canceled due to a heavy storm, she had a one-night stand with a stranger that happened to be the future CEO of one of the top five pharmaceutical companies in the world. However, the next time they met, he did not remember her! But is it a reason enough to take revenge? If it was, how far would she go to soothe her wounded ego? Was it really just her pride that got hurt? What really happened that night? And how does a night with a stranger change Jess's life? [WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.] --------- Book cover by Jushel

Jyojiko · Urban
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It's The Ex-wife, Again!

He was wearing white pants, a Hawaiian shirt with green palm leaves print on it. He's wearing a Rayban that gives off a sexy vibe with his three o'clock shadow beard. He was scrolling his Twitter while waiting for Jess to come out of her room. 

When Jess came out of her room pulling her suitcase, he blew a whistle. She was wearing a long skirt with a slit on the left thigh, high enough to glimpse of something dangerous. It was paired with a tube top showing off her toned abdominal muscles, her firm arms, and her collarbone - everything a supermodel desires.

She let her hair down in its natural wave. Her face was void of any makeup except for sunscreen and lip balm to keep her lips moisturized.

"Damn girl, you look hot!" 

She put her left foot forward making the slit of her skirt open to reveal her shapely leg that could be a cause of many women's envy.