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Eddie squeezed his hands. “I’m glad. Let me show you around.”
Lars followed Eddie and stood by her side during all of her interviews. She was queen of the day, and he was inspired by her vision, and her ambitious accomplishment.
At the end of the day, when everyone had gone home or to their cabin or tent on the grounds, Eddie invited Lars back to her place. It was a log cabin with very little in it but a table, chairs, small kitchenette and a bed.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Eddie said.
“I love it. It’s classy, just like you.”
Eddie looked into Lars’ eyes. “I’ve missed you.” She cried and hugged him.
He held her in his arms and cried with her.
After a long time of holding each other, Eddie took out an envelope from a drawer in the kitchen. She showed it to him.
“I never signed the Annulment papers.”
Lars felt his bottom lip quiver and his vision grew blurry as his eyes filled with tears.
“Do you still want to be married to me?” Eddie asked.
Lars broke down and held her again. “More than anything in this world.”
Eddie laughed through her tears. “Me too.”
Lars kissed her on the lips, and held her like he would never let go.
The Navy Seal’s Secret Baby
A BWWM Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
? Aisha Brooks
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Regular, Crazy-Wild Nights (Life – 1)
Chapter 2: Regular, Occasionally Horrible Mornings (Life – 2)
Chapter 3: One of Those Days
Chapter 4: Kurt, Hello!
Chapter 5: A Tour of the House, Please!
Chapter 6: And The Morning After…
Chapter 7: So, We Meet Again!
Chapter 8: Some Things Are Just Not Meant To Be
Chapter 9: Some Things Are Too Good To Be True
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Regular, Crazy-Wild Nights (Life – 1)
I check my makeup and hair one last time in my pocket mirror as the car pulls up in front of the club. I have always known how to make an entrance, but I also know how to excel myself, and that should explain the driver and the office limousine.
Let me clarify, I am not a rich spoilt brat, neither did my billionaire dad just make me a junior executive in his company for no reason. My parents died when I was only 8. It has been my brother, Jackson, and me, Vertasha, since then. Jackson was 18 then, training for the navy, and growing up in a town in San Diego was not easy for us. But we managed. We did better than manage, in fact, we outdid ourselves.
When people ask me how I ended up being a junior executive at the tender age of 23, I simply tell them, “I slept with the right people.” It is partly true, too, but not completely.
Sleeping with the right people may get you in the position, but it will not help you maintain or keep the position. Sleeping with the right people, in my case, got me to the point where the people at the top tier would consider me, that is all. It gets you to the staircase, but you have to do all the climbing yourself. I got to where I am with sheer skill, ruthlessness, and pragmatism.
When they considered me, they saw my potential and gave me a chance. Lucky for them that they did, because I have doubled the worth of company’s share. But I am not here to talk about work and business. I am here to tell you about the one thing that terrified me and almost shattered me, and how I got there. And here it goes:
As the driver opened the door of the limousine for me, I stepped out of the car. Like I said, I knew how to make an entrance. It was one leg at a time, so even getting out of the car was a tease show. The club I loved was frequented by celebrities, elites, socialites, etc., and the paparazzi were permanently staged outside at night. I was not making headlines in the People magazine, but there were several social magazines that I graced weekly (and not always in a good way), but I knew what the rule of the scene was: ‘any publicity is good publicity.’