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Title: A Good Time

Arabella lives a simple life working behind the bar, trying to avoid unnecessary complications.

James lives the complete opposite life — a successful music producer surrounded by fame, parties, and a reputation he can’t seem to escape.

When their worlds collide unexpectedly, what starts as a casual connection slowly turns into something neither of them planned. But with public attention, past mistakes, and feelings neither of them are ready to admit, things quickly become more complicated than either of them expected.

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I stepped near the window and looked at how it snowed more heavily outside. I felt it when he came near me. “It’s so beautiful,” I said looking at the snow outside. He put his hands on my waist from behind and whispered in my ear, “You are beautiful.” I felt his lips on my neck...

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There's something romantic about spending a cold winter night with the person you love.

At least the setting makes it seem that way.

The snow has been falling since yesterday. There's so much snow out there that I've been stuck at his place, which is not a problem. He's decided to spend the evening with me instead of working himself to exhaustion.

The evening started with me only wearing his hoodie and the collar he got for me. Purple with a tiny bell attached to the O-ring. He had it custom-made for a good price and I've never been happier to wear it for him.

I am his after all.

I find him sitting on the living room floor between the couch and coffee table. The lights in the room are a pale pink and there's a fake fireplace video playing on the TV that's mounted on the wall.

I giggle which gets his attention.

You're so cheesy.

He smiles and holds up a bottle of my favorite red wine.

And I got just the drink to add to it.

He fills two wine glasses, and I walk towards him before he holds his hand up. Stopping, I cock my head to the side, confused.

That hoodie. Take it off. You don't need it, I'll keep you warm. And be a good girl and come to me on all fours.

Him ordering me around like that always gets me so turned on.

I go ahead and do what I'm told. I throw his hoodie off me and drop down to all fours, making my way to him.

As soon as I'm close enough, he grabs me by my collar and brings me to him for a long, yet soft passionate kiss.

After cuddling on the floor by the couch, talking and drinking for a while he begins to play with me.

He starts carelessly pouring the wine down my bare chest, watching it run down my naked body like blood. My skin is as white as the snow still falling outside. His eyes glimmer with amusement while he goes to lick up the mess he made. Starting with my breasts, giving each one an equal amount of attention. He then makes his way all the way down to the warmth between my legs, already soaking wet for him.

He stops and looks up at me while stroking the inside of my thigh. I let out a gasp, looking into his gray eyes shining in the pink light. Him touching me like this is enough to make me come.

May I?

He asks, kissing my knee and still looking into my eyes. I smile, looking down at him. He knows he doesn't have to ask yet he does anyway.

Please,

I say breathlessly.

He grins then spreads my legs farther apart and starts worshipping every inch of my body with his tongue. Getting a taste of me inside and out. He grips my thighs, pulling me in closer.

I let out soft moans and threw my head back.

I smile again, feeling like I'm the one with all the control.

Feeling like a Queen being pleased by her servant.

After some time, his lips find their way back up to mine. He grabs my face with both hands and completely gets on top of me. His cock finds its way into my soaked pussy, taking all of him in.

It makes me lose control instantly and the sex turns aggressive yet passionate at the same time. Deep, warm kisses. Nails digging into one another. Teeth, scraping against each others necks like wild animals.

Two naked bodies going at each other until both are satisfied.

This night was everything we needed.

Only us and no one else.

Thanks to the snow trapping me here for a couple of days, everything feels complete.

Hello everyone!

I’m a Wattpad author and I thought that maybe I could try to pass my story somewhere else since it’s not getting too much recognition there. I mean, the first version in the Slovak language has over 35K Reads and has many fans, but the English version has not been really acknowledged by readers so... maybe I could start adding new chapters here? Is someone interested in reading it? I’ll put down the annotation and also link for my Wattpad story.

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18-year-old Ria wants nothing more than to be someone else. She hides a dark secret that afflicts her for days and nights. Suddenly, her mother stops answering all phone calls. When her father also starts to behave strangely, she decides to find out what's going on. However, the situation gets complicated, and she finds out that there are more sins in the O'Donnell family than she thought...

There was no time for going out with friends.

There was no time for playing with the dolls.

I had no time to grow up in a normal family as a normal girl.

I know why my mom left my father. I also know that she tried to do everything to make me feel like every other child. Was I happy with such a life?

I don't know.

Am I happy now?

I also don't know.

The fact that I had exchanged toys for weapons, and dance lessons for hard training, didn't bother me. Thanks to that, I can take care of myself, I can protect myself.

But would I really need protection if my own father didn't put me in danger?

What if my mom left my father before he put the first gun in my hands?

What would change?

Would I stand here now, risking my life, only to save the people I care about?

There was no time for going out with friends.

There was no time for playing with the dolls.

I had no time to grow up in a normal family as a normal girl.

I know why my mom left my father. I also know that she tried to do everything to make me feel like every other child. Was I happy with such a life?

I don't know.

Am I happy now?

I also don't know.

The fact that I had exchanged toys for weapons, and dance lessons for hard training, didn't bother me. Thanks to that, I can take care of myself, I can protect myself.

But would I really need protection if my own father didn't put me in danger?

What if my mom left my father before he put the first gun in my hands?

What would change?

Would I stand here now, risking my life, only to save the people I care about?

Around an hour had passed when Alina left the room and came back, this time she came bearing gifts, also known as some food for the wounded lady.

“I made you some soup, in hopes of a well done recovery.” Alina’s voice was soft, taking care of Amanda came naturally and just seeing the other woman getting better made her feel more calm; but obviously she was hiding the fact from the other woman, she was proud like that.

“Smells so good, thank you.” Amanda responded contently, not giving a chance for the food to be set in front of her on a small bed table, eating it right away. “Mmm... and it tastes so good as well...” Amanda was moaning out of satisfaction while eating, which made Alina make an annoyed face and roll her eyes while she was seating down on the chair next to the bed. “Damn...” Amanda kept at it, just for “funsies”. 

“Are you done? Or are you gonna cum while eating your food? Jesus.” Alina couldn’t keep her mouth shut, she needed to express her annoyance, but at the same time forcing down a smile that was trying to creep out on her lips.

“Might as well do... but for that I would need something else.” Amanda’s lips moved on her own, she was so used to be flirty with strangers that she forgot she was talking to her. Suddenly she felt the rooms aura shift to one full of awkwardness; Alina’s face was serious looking somewhere else rather than Amanda’s eyes and Amanda’s eyes were open a bit, realizing what she had done while slurping the last of her meal.

“What I meant is, your food is delicious, sorry. I’m so used to have a loose tongue that I must be pushing your buttons the wrong way.” She was embarrassed of what would Alina think of her, which was a first since she never cared what anyone else thought of her, not really.

“Get better soon and we may talk about that something...” Alina’s voice shifted to a very... sensual tone; her beautiful hazel eyes locked in with the deep blue ones of Amanda’s, showing a glimpse of darkness in them that Amanda deducted right away as lust. An evil smile appeared on her lips next when she noticed Amanda returning a similar look at her while biting her own bottom lip, she knew the other woman wanted the same as her, even though they were masking it as a joke.

“I will, as soon as possible, then.” Amanda replied with a rather raspy voice thanks to the sudden heat her body was emanating; she wouldn’t shut her own mouth now, Alina was flirting with her and she couldn’t waste an opportunity like this. This woman was killing her slowly from the inside and out; she wanted her badly, and she just realized how much right at that moment. 

“I can’t wait.” It’s all Alina whispered, taking the empty plates off of Amanda’s hands and while doing so their finger tips somehow brushed lightly in the exchange. A genuine small smile escaped Alina’s lips and Amanda stayed staring at her astonishingly like a fucking dog. “Close your mouth or you’ll drool all over the place.” Alina said jokingly leaving the room again, probably to wash up the plates. 

An extra week went by since the “Amanda’s almost dying” commotion, meaning she was already better to take care of herself and Alina was ready to go back to her place (yes, Amanda apparently heals up faster than normal). Alina told her she needed to fix things up with Marcos and in the way she said it she didn’t sound happy at all. This made Amanda worry because the guy was super dangerous and in the days both ladies spent together they grew closer than what they imagined they would. Amanda knew the guy would be extra jealous if he knew they were together in the compound for a week; he was probably going crazy already, wondering where Alina went all of those days.

“I’ll be fine.” Alina reassured Amanda on her decision; she needed to go back either way, her people needed their leader. “I’ll go back with you.” Amanda offered but sounded more like a done thing, she wasn’t letting her go alone back to where that fucking psycho was. “No. He already tried to kill you once and almost achieved it, Amanda. He probably is still waiting for you to pop up again.” Alina’s voice sounded stern, but for good reason, she wasn’t ready for Amanda almost dying again; it wasn’t fun the first time it happened. 

“Alina...” Amanda’s voice was low, trying to convince Alina to let her come back with her, whatever the price was. “I wont repeat myself again, Amanda. You just don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to see you ever again after this.” Alina responded with a cold tone this time, even though her heart was breaking just by looking at Amanda’s eyes; her eyes looked genuinely hurt by her recent words. The blue eyed woman felt confused, but just for a second. All the time they spent together; Alina caring for her until she was healthy again... all of those memories came back to her and then she didn’t believe her words one bit, even though they did hurt inside. 

Amanda just fell silent gazing at Alina’s back while she was leaving; Alina was committed to her “cold bitch” act until the very end but Amanda didn’t give a shit, she was definitely following her without the other woman noticing.

“Where the FUCK have you been?!?!” An exasperated Marcos asked Alina, his attitude was completely different to what Alina was used to know, he noticeably looked a whole lot crazier and mentally unstable. Alina wasn’t scared by him, she was used to be around this type of crazy all the time, that is what drugs do to people, sadly. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” The woman responded with a cold tone, giving his insubordination a halt. His face went blank and he remembered he couldn’t fuck with his boss the way he was trying to; blatantly into her face. “I apologize, its just that I was worried out of my mind for you...” He started to change his tone, trying to calm “the waters” down a notch, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on Alina.

“Don’t come at me with that bullshit either, Marcos. What the hell were you thinking, sending someone to kill off Amanda?!” Alina didn’t wait around for the conversation to come up, she rather tackled it right out front. “W-what do you mean?” He answered cowardly, not knowing what to say to save his own ass. Alina was losing her patience faster than usual and grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him close by force. “You tried to kill her and almost killed me in the process.” She said slowly in a not-so-obvious faux offended voice, not giving away the most important detail; that she knew he tried to kill Amanda again a second time and that she herself saved her life.

“I- I didn’t know the guy was that bad, I swear! I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, Alina.” He was sweating like crazy and Alina couldn’t differentiate if it was nervousness or if he needed to take his drugs, maybe a bit of both. “Get yourself together.” Alina pushed him off with a disgusted face, this wasn’t of Marcos liking but he hid his feelings well. “The first time didn’t go as planned but I think I got her on the second try.” He said trying to “show off” and Alina gritted her teeth in anger, not giving him a chance to look at her face by giving him her back. “We haven’t heard from her since then...” He kept talking like a news report.

“We?” Alina knew he was talking about the new hitman, but she was obviously playing it dumb with him, she needed to know who the guy was. “He is a hitman, one of the best I must say. His name is Zero, like the number.” Marcos replied with a tint of happiness in his voice, he really hated Amanda, it seemed. “Trust me, if he didn’t kill her that time, he will the next... Even if I don’t pay him more money than I already have; since he must stay at zero escaped victims to still be called Zero... hahaha!!” “Shut the fuck up.” Alina snapped and cut his sentences short, she was getting highly annoyed by Marcos stupidity. “You do know I don’t feel ANYTHING for you, right? Not even the slightest thing. Anything you may do to try to impress me isn’t going to work.” She finally said it, she wasn’t letting this man keep obsessing over her, she was tired of it.

“...What?...” The man eyes turned red, and his expression seemed lost in space, he really needed his drugs plus a psychiatrist. Alina’s poker face seemed to annoy him even further because he tried grabbing her by the neck, which she dodged easily and punched him in the face making him fall to the floor. “You forgot who I am, didn’t you?!” The woman asked, voice full of rage, kicking him in the stomach twice. The man coughed blood and held himself like a baby inside their mother’s womb, he looked pathetic on Alina’s eyes, she couldn’t believe that man was ever her “right hand”.

“You’re no longer required.” She steadied her voice and sounded more collected, her rage was still there but hidden. The man kept quiet on the floor, he was probably in shock of what the woman just said, she couldn’t decipher anyways because his face was hidden. “After all these years...” His voice changed completely to a heavier tone, growing slowly from a whisper to almost a scream. “...After all I’VE DONE FOR YOU!!” He somehow got up from the floor in mere seconds and taking Alina by surprise he launched himself at her with a knife on his hand.

-BAM!- A sudden gunshot was heard by both of them. Alina’s eyes went wide looking at the man in front of her, she didn’t expect for things to escalate so quickly. Marcos held his new wound on his stomach with both hands, automatically dropping the knife that was being held a minute ago; the weapon sounded like a very heavy metal when it clashed on the floor. His eyes lingered from his overflowing wound then to Alina’s eyes, then to the newcomer; letting himself drop to the floor when he weakened from the blood loss. Alina stared at the scene in front of her in a bit of a shock, then moved her head to the side looking for the culprit of the gunshot. She saw Amanda lowering her arm, she noticed her eyes looked genuinely worried.

“Are you ok?” Alina heard Amanda ask while she was walking towards her, the tenderness of her voice waking her up from the trance she was in. She then felt the slim fingers of the other woman caress her cheek and her breath hitched; it was the first time the other woman touched her like that and it felt incredibly good.

“I’m fine...” Alina’s lips finally moved, realizing she was just saved by the woman in front of her. “I told you I never wanted to see you again...” She awkwardly stated, to which Amanda just smiled. “Are you sure about that?” Amanda asked and Alina didn’t respond, their eyes still meeting. “If you’re sure about that, then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.” This time Amanda’s voice changed to a sadder tone and Alina realized she may have hurt the blue eyed woman’s feelings again. 

“I...” Alina’s words died on her throat when she heard her men storming inside the room. “What the hell happened here?” One of the men asked with his gun pointing at both of the women but lowered his weapon as soon as he saw Alina. “Lady Alina, you’re back.” Another one said, his voice sounded relieved after seeing her again. “Sorry to keep you all worried.” Alina responded to them and looked at Amanda with the corner of her eye, she saw the other woman getting awkward by the situation. “Marcos?” One of the men said surprised to see the man dead on the floor. “... and Joselene?” The man raised the gun to Amanda when he recognized the woman, even though she looked way different. “Its ok, she is on our side.” Alina walked in front of the blue eyed woman in an over protective gesture, telling her men to lower their guns with a swift movement of her hand.

“I think it is time for me to go.” Amanda whispered so only Alina could hear, the lady understood her request and nodded approving of her decision. “She is called Amanda and she just saved my life. Marcos tried to kill me with his knife.” All the men looked surprised at the news but kept silent. “You may all give her a free pass and help me clean this mess up.” Alina finished pointing at the body on the floor with her finger. Amanda took advantage of the moment and swiftly walked to the exit of the room but Alina noticed right away and grabbed her by the arm, halting her on the spot. 

“Wait.” The woman said with a rather serious tone and Amanda felt like a bucket of cold water dropped on her head. “Umm... Yeah?” Amanda looked back at her with a funny smile, just like a kid does when they’re being scolded by their mom. “The new sniper guy is called Zero, and he wants your head to still be called like that.” Alina just said as fast as she could, she needed to let Amanda know she was still in danger. Amanda’s face changed drastically to a serious one, she heard that name before and it wasn’t good. 

“I’m fucked then.” She let out as a joke, which was her usual defense mechanism. “Amanda, you have to take care of yourself...” Alina ignored her jokes and looked at her in the eyes. “I will send some of my men to...” “Your men would probably die regardless.” Amanda cut her words short, basically letting her know it was pointless to try to help her. “He almost killed me and I’ve been training all of my life, the only way to get rid of him is to kill him myself.” Amanda looked away and gave Alina her back, hiding her emotions in the process. “It may be the last time we see each other so... It was fun while it lasted.” And the blue eyed woman left as fast as she could, never looking back at the woman who was shouting her name.