| Author: | Eliza Stout | ISBN: | 1230000230099 |
| Publisher: | Eliza Stout | Publication: | April 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Eliza Stout |
| ISBN: | 1230000230099 |
| Publisher: | Eliza Stout |
| Publication: | April 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Tara's previous suspicions about the handsome and charming Anthony DiSorrento seem to have been completely resolved.
As he continues to shower her with lavish gifts and show her off at expensive restaurants, she starts to feel that the relationship may have taken an upwards turn for good.
She is soon to discover, however, that she might have made a huge mistake.
WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
The past few weeks had turned out to be everything I hoped they would have been. Everything was going perfectly with Tony. The few weird things that had happened during the first few days of our relationship had for the most part proven to be nothing more than a handful of unfortunate flukes – call it a rocky start, if you want to. The important thing, however, was that after those first few days they had never returned and I chalked them up to bad luck.
This was the first week in which I wouldn’t have to drag my sorry ass into that miserable job I had been working for the last few years. Tony had offered to pay for my rent and provide for any other living expenses that I might have, so that I could finally quit my job. I suppose he did this so that he could have a more ready access to me, because, as I soon found out, he liked to come over the majority of the time in the middle of the day. I thought this was strange, but then again, he did hold a demanding position with Capitol Waste Disposal Services, one that required him to be available at all times, and that frequently left him with nothing to do during the day. Besides, not having to go back to that horrible job was nice. Lacie was terribly jealous.
I stretched my arms out until they touched the wall behind my pillow and yawned melodramatically. I rolled over onto my left side so that I could see the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 11:03 A.M. and I had nowhere to be. Such a wonderful feeling. I heard the covers rustling behind me and felt a large hand slide itself around my waist. That wasn’t such a bad feeling either.
Tara's previous suspicions about the handsome and charming Anthony DiSorrento seem to have been completely resolved.
As he continues to shower her with lavish gifts and show her off at expensive restaurants, she starts to feel that the relationship may have taken an upwards turn for good.
She is soon to discover, however, that she might have made a huge mistake.
WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
The past few weeks had turned out to be everything I hoped they would have been. Everything was going perfectly with Tony. The few weird things that had happened during the first few days of our relationship had for the most part proven to be nothing more than a handful of unfortunate flukes – call it a rocky start, if you want to. The important thing, however, was that after those first few days they had never returned and I chalked them up to bad luck.
This was the first week in which I wouldn’t have to drag my sorry ass into that miserable job I had been working for the last few years. Tony had offered to pay for my rent and provide for any other living expenses that I might have, so that I could finally quit my job. I suppose he did this so that he could have a more ready access to me, because, as I soon found out, he liked to come over the majority of the time in the middle of the day. I thought this was strange, but then again, he did hold a demanding position with Capitol Waste Disposal Services, one that required him to be available at all times, and that frequently left him with nothing to do during the day. Besides, not having to go back to that horrible job was nice. Lacie was terribly jealous.
I stretched my arms out until they touched the wall behind my pillow and yawned melodramatically. I rolled over onto my left side so that I could see the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 11:03 A.M. and I had nowhere to be. Such a wonderful feeling. I heard the covers rustling behind me and felt a large hand slide itself around my waist. That wasn’t such a bad feeling either.
