Gregory Smith, a bachelor in his thirties has planned his first vacation in a very long time but it doesn't involve being tied to his bed in a location that certainly doesn't contain naked women. Lissiana is clocking a new age and looking forward to her mother's gift and she definitely enjoyed the first bite. But he's being held against his will and she against the wall Should she be kind hearted and let him go? Or do as mother advices.
CHAPTER ONE
November
"It's just a little dinner party."
"Really?." Standing, Gregory Smith caught the phone receiver in the crook between his shoulder and neck, holding it in place with his chin as he began to clean up his desk in preparation for leaving the office.
Anne's voice had taken on a wheedling tone, which was always a bad sign. Sighing inwardly, he shook his head as his sister rattled on, telling him what she had planned for the meal and so on, all in an effort to convince him to attend. He noticed she wasn't mentioning who else was to be at this little dinner, but suspected he already knew.
Greg had no doubt it would be Anna, her husband John, and yet another single female friend she hoped to hook up with her still-single older brother.
"So?"
Greg paused and caught the phone in hand. He'd obviously missed something. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"So, what time can you get here tomorrow?"
"I won't be coming." Before she could whine, he quickly added, "I can't. I'll be out of the country tomorrow."
"What?" There was a pause, then a suspicious, "Why? Where are you going?"
"Mexico. I'm going on vacation. That's why I called you in the first place. I fly out first thing in the morning for Cancún."
Knowing he'd just set her aback, Greg allowed a smile to tug at his lips as he juggled the phone around to don the suit jacket he'd discarded earlier in the day.
"Mexico?" Anna said after a long pause. "A vacation?"
Greg couldn't decide if her bewilderment was amusing or just a sad commentary on his life to date. This was the first vacation he'd taken since starting his psychology practice eight years ago. Actually, he hadn't gone on vacation since starting university. He was a typical workaholic, driven to succeed and willing to put in the hours to do so. It didn't leave much time for a social life. This vacation was long overdue.
"Listen, I have to get going. I'll send you a postcard from Mexico. Bye." Greg hung up before she could say anything to stop him, then grabbed his briefcase and quickly escaped the office. He wasn't surprised to hear the phone start ringing as he locked the office door, Anns was the persistent sort. Smiling faintly, he ignored it and pocketed his keys as he started down the hall to the elevator.
Dr. Gregory Smith was now officially on vacation, and the knowledge made him relax more with every step away from his office. He was actually whistling softly as he boarded the elevator and turned to push the button marked P3. The whistle died, however, and Greg reached instinctively toward the panel, his eyes searching for the HOLD button to keep the doors open when he realized a woman was hurrying toward the closing doors. He needn't have bothered; she was quick on her feet and managed to slip through just before the doors closed.
Greg let his hand drop away from the panel and stepped politely out of the way so she could select the floor she wanted.
He gave her a curious once-over as she moved in front of him, idly wondering where the woman had come from. The hall had been empty when he'd traversed it, and he hadn't heard a door open or close, but then he'd been distracted with thoughts of his coming vacation. There were several offices on the floor besides his own, and she could be from any of them; but he was sure he'd never seen her before.
Greg had barely glimpsed her face as she'd boarded the elevator, and most of her features were a vague blur in his memory, but her eyes had been an attention-grabbing silver-blue. Unusual and beautiful, they were probably the result of colored contacts, he thought, and immediately lost any interest in her.
Greg could appreciate beautiful women, and had no problem with them making the best of their appearance, but when they moved on to this level of artifice to try to attract attention, he tended to be turned off.
Shrugging her out of his thoughts, he relaxed back against the elevator wall, his mind immediately turning to his coming trip. Greg had planned a lot of outings; he'd never been anywhere like Mexico before and wanted to enjoy all there was to do. Along with the usual lounging on the beach, he hoped to get in some parasailing, snorkeling, and maybe go on one of those boat rides where you got to feed the dolphins.
He also hoped to fit in a trip to the Museum Casa Maya, an ecological park with a reproduction of how the Mayans lived centuries ago and walking paths where you could see the local animals. Then there was the night life. If he had the energy after his active days, Greg might just hit the dance bars like the Coco Bongo or the Bulldog café where half-naked people gyrated to deafening music.
The elevator's cheerful ding drew Greg's thoughts from half-naked dancing women to the panel above the doors. P3 was lit up; parking level three. His floor.
Nodding politely to his companion, he stepped off the elevator and started through the large, nearly empty parking garage. With half-naked women still dancing on the periphery of his mind, it took Greg a minute to notice the sound of footsteps behind him. He almost glanced over his shoulder to see who it was, then let the matter go. The sound was the hollow tap tap of high heels on concrete; sharp and quick and echoing loudly in the nearly empty space. The brunette was obviously also parked on this floor.
His gaze moved absently over the open space toward where his car should be, but got caught on one of the supporting beams as he passed. The large black P1 painted on the concrete beam made him slow in confusion. Parking levels 1 and 2 were reserved for visitors to the various offices and businesses in the building. He was parked on P3 and had been sure the elevator panel light had read P3 when he'd looked...but it appeared he'd been wrong. Stopping, he started to turn back the way he'd come.
This is the right floor. There is the car ahead.
"Yes, of course," Greg murmured, and continued forward. He strode up to the lone vehicle.
It wasn't until he opened the trunk that the thought broke through his mind that the little red sports car wasn't his. He drove a dark blue BMW. But as quickly as that thought-with its accompanying alarm-claimed him, it blew away like fog under the influence of a breeze.
Relaxing, Greg set his briefcase inside the trunk, climbed in after it, arranged himself in the small space, then pulled the trunk closed.
They have just relocated. But Rene didn't want the change. And she meets Dwayne and times spent with him are worthwhile Maybe the move wasn't so bad at all. But how family is breaking, how can they come back together
Davina and Shaun has been friends since forever, and they finally can meet with their classmates for school reunion. But this reunion is more of an announcement and even opening old wounds Will Davina and Shaun survive the wreak?
Sofia only wants to reunite with her boyfriend so when she passes the scholarship examination, and she's excited. Roman is now a _single mom_ according to his friends and urgent need of support He should not fall for his daughter nanny but it's proving difficult How's he to get out of the shit
Sylvester has had a rough life. From having to please his father to shielding his siblings and protecting the family's name and so will make no exception for his bride. Daphne will not be insulted even by helper and while she has been caught, she only wants her safety. How far will Sylvester protect a woman of the night and street
Academia is a lot of work and Elain is always on her toes, but she keeps pushing because of the words _of the stranger_ But she has made a mistake to keep a lie afloat. How's she to get out of the mess she created and still maintain the lie
Elaine is a seventeen year old dark haired high schooler who is a quiet twelve grader. She has no competition in school except for the bully from Jane, the school's beau, leader of the cheer leading squad, not minding the fact that Elaine is a good basketball player. A new student joined them in their last year. He's handsome, tall and dark haired. Elaine likes him and luckily she has been assigned as his school guide. But Jane likes him too and wants Elaine to stay away from him. It's no problem as Elaine likes her privacy. But the frequent calls from Jonas, his taking her to school and dropping her off at home makes him irresistible. Elaine is not ready for the publicity a handsome popular boyfriend will bring and she cannot afford distraction in this stage of school. Her parents have seen Jonas and like him, but her favourite teacher wants her to stay away. Will Elaine run to the library or garden as always? Will she be telling Jonas she likes him and give a shot at high school romance?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.