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He shrugged his shoulders "I've known you enough time to find this reason logical. Maybe you wanted Erick for yourself. I don't know. But whatever reason that you're so angry over this, you must get a grip. Do you hear me?"

  Slowly, Raven nodded while still staring at Simon in complete amazement. He had never spoken to her that way. They both know that everything that he'd said was true. Raven knew for a long time that her behavior had become unwelcomed in many circles, and that it was just her father's clout that was protecting her from the backlash. But no one had ever faced her and told her exactly how bad she was.

  She wasn't sure that she liked it, but strangely, she appreciated Simon more because of it. She had never met a man who could measure up to her. It made the possibility of losing him to Dreama more intolerable.

  And therefore, unacceptable. She had to find a way to turn things around her way. This wasn't over by a long shot. But for now, she would have to drop it.

  She plastered the most pitiful expression on her face. Looking tearful helped, too. "I... I'm sorry," she finally whispered. "I'm not sure what got into me. You're right, of course. I was making a big deal out of something that really isn't."

  Simon was looking at her strangely. "Good," he said. But he still looked... unconvinced. How could he not be? This expression had never failed her before. "You must know that I don't enjoy speaking to you that way, but it was necessary that you know the truth."

  "I still don't know why Hollianne wouldn't want me at the wedding," Raven pouted.

  Instead of following that thread, he asked, "What's so wrong with her that you act this way?"

  "I honestly don't know what it is," Raven replied. "She just grates on my nerve."

  "But that makes no sense, Raven. There has to be a reason that you don't like her."

  "She's just so perfect or something. No one is that sweet!"

  "Maybe Hollianne is that sweet simply because all the things she's been through had made her realize that being bitter will not change anything but make things worse for her."

  "Oh no, I don't believe that. By acting sweet, I believe she'd set a trap for Erick!"

  He actually looked disagreeable. She couldn't understand that he could still be so ignorant after being such a smart lawyer!

  "You can't actually believe she's not putting an act!"

  "He fell in love with her, Raven, all on his own. If you know Erick as I do, you would also know that he will never fall for a trap. Hollianne is a great person, that's it. And it's time that you try to accept that."

  And that was when Raven realized that after all his politeness, Simon Draco hadn't liked her at all; and that her hope that he would one day see that she was the perfect woman for him would be an almost impossible feat.

  Who is it, she seethed. Who is the woman that he's in love with? It is the only explanation. There is someone else, and she's the reason why I can't seduce him. She's the reason why he can't see how great we are together!

  Chapter Fifteen

  RAVEN REMAINED SULLEN and silent throughout Simon's admonishment. He could tell that she hadn't totally caved, but at least she had calmed down. But he had a hunch that he would not like whatever thoughts were racing through her head at the moment.

  He was right.

  Raven was thinking that her sister would be at Erick and Hollianne's wedding, too. She had noticed lately that Simon had been looking at Dreama the way she had been hoping he would look at her. Aside from that, Raven had once been so sure that once she got Simon in a wedding environment, she could make him turn to her in a different way. Finding out that he would walk the isle with Dreama holding on to her arm had made her realized that her sister would be reaping what she had planned to reap for herself!

  Dreama was not going to get Simon. Raven had decided that a long time ago. If Raven couldn't have him, her sister certainly wasn't going to walk off into the sunset with him.

  It wasn't as if Dreama had actually been looking at Simon that way, though. Raven had to admit that Dreama didn't show any interest in Simon at all other than as maybe an older brother or something. But who knew what could happen at a wedding where they would both be looking gorgeous with so much romance around them?

  Well, Raven might shut up for now, but she was more determined than ever to get into that wedding. She just had to figure out how.

  "Fine, Simon, I said that you're right. I over reacted and I apologize. Now, please, can we talk about something else?"

  "I would love to talk about anything else," Simon said. "But I need you to promise me that you're not going to do anything stupid regarding this wedding."

  "What on earth are you talking about?"

  "You know what I'm talking about. I don't want you to show up at that wedding and cause a scene. If you do anything to ruin Erick and Holli's special day, believe me, you will be sorry. And this isn't even about you anymore. Remember that your father had been working hard to get Erick to support a big event that will help a lot of people in grief-stricken areas for the Holidays?"

  "He's only doing this to promote the firm," she said nonchalantly, and knew she had made a mistake because of the way Simon was looking at her. "I m-mean, it's part of the promotional campaign for Christmas. Dad's not really serious about it."

  Simon had been with Raven's father when the project had been discussed. Raven didn't know it, but a friend's passing due to a storm while he was out of the country and into one that had been severely devastated had affected the older man so much that he'd decided to use his clout to raise funds for disaster stricken areas in the globe. Had Raven even known about the dead family friend? It just seemed that she didn't.

  "I'm just telling you -- don't cause trouble on Holli's special day. Do you understand?"

  "How can you choose her over me?"

  "I'm not choosing anyone here, Raven. I'm just telling you that if you hurt Holli in any way, you're going to have to contend with Erick Angell. I mean what I say. If you want us to remain friends, then you'll stay away from that wedding. Promise me."

  "Okay, Simon, I promise," Raven replied petulantly as she crossed her fingers behind her back.

  She could see that she had a lot of work to do to get Simon to see her way -- and a lot to make sure her sister would not be able to snatch him under her nose. She had to let things go for now to be able to start making plans about what to do in the next several days. She needed to ensure she would have her future with this man by her side.

  She could not stand by if Dreama gets him! She absolutely could not!

  She would kill before she would let that bitch get away with taking what's rightfully hers again!

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  Next Book in the ANGEL-AT-LAW Series:

  A MATCHMAKER AT WORK!

  Holliane Talbot is on a mission. She is one of the privileged who can see the attraction between her groom's friend Simon and her friend Dreama. What is a friend to do? There is no way that she will let a chance pass to get these two beautiful people together -- even if it means being as manipulative as Dreama's pain of a sister, Raven.

  And her efforts seem to bear fruit. Using Erick's mansion to make sure Simon and Dreama often spends time together undistracted, it does not take very long before the sparks she can already see fly free. Okay, the time for group dinners are over.

  Now it is time for these lovebirds to be together... on their own.

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  HER SAD EYES: Wild Hearts 1

  by Sandra Ross

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  Chapter One

  RALPH HAD NEVER met her before, as he continued holding her blue-eyed gaze with his own. The Lazy Egret emblem - the logo character of this recently debuted club - was in the periphery of his view. He was in no hurry. He would meet the Blonde soon.

  The weather was unseasonably warm outside for the beginning of the year. But in here it was cool, and....

  Her attention was fully fixed on him, her breathing excited as she squirmed deliciously in her seat, even though her friends giggled and tea
sed and whispered in her ear about him, and about the possibilities of her with him.

  About would she go with him? Could she really get him to come over to her.

  But, all of this wasn't about her power, like they believed and she did as well, as she shifted and squirmed a little more in anticipation laced with fearful anxieties.

  The Blond was definitely a pretty girl but she had little power in this, just the surface of it in her balanced features and attractive form, and a sweet personality with a bit of wickedness. Yes, he read all that about her from this distance, like he was reading her mind, or her aura, or something magically awesome like that.

  In fact, she believed she knew he was into her and that he could read what she wanted from him, for herself and her pleasure. She felt her power.

  No. It wasn't her own power she felt. But his.

  This was about his power, which lived within him, while watching her breaths deepen, her eyes opening wider to see him all the better.

  And well, she should.

  He was an attractive, healthy man... dark, with good height and a solid but elegant, well-tended build. But more importantly, he knew exactly what the Blonde wanted, how she wanted it, and that she wanted it from him. In her eyes he glowed like a god. Perhaps Apollo or Hermes or whoever made her most wet and wanting, and tempted.

  He was, for her, a man of bright silver or gold in the midst of a crowd of filled with tarnished pewter men. And, he that that was what she truly felt, while hooked into their electric and magnetic intimate connection. It was also what she'd dream, later, in her dreaming remembrances of these astonishing moments.

  He smiled, just a little, and her pretty lips, rouged so perfectly, mirrored his own.

  A sign she was hooked.

  He smiled, in his power, because he already knew the very core of her deepest sexual and emotional fantasies, and knew what to do them, how to fulfill them.

  No. He hadn't met her yet and yet he knew he had that power over her. But, he also knew that she wasn't The One, that someone whom more and more a deep part of him yearned for and sought. Meanwhile, big eyed Katy Perry with laid back Snoop Dog cheerfully blared over the numerous, over-sized speakers decorating the entire club calling all to have sweet, playful adult fun tonight.

  He could feel the beat pulsing through the place, feel the high variety of people all around. The beat was addicting, the tune capturing bodies and souls while hinting at so much more. This crowd - they were plainly nuts and all kinds of horny! They all felt the throbbing beat, their bodies sliding against each - up and down and around in between.

  While hot, seeking hands diddled their questing way into accessible, yet otherwise, hidden, private parts.

  "Ah."

  They gasped, all breathless and humid and desirous in the intermittent dark and light of the club's lighted dance floor, as many sought out-of-the way, secret places to investigate those private parts.

  Even with the gigantic air-conditioning units, the place smelled of sex, filled with sweaty bodies in hundreds of colognes - the many scents of attraction - as each woman and man bristled with carnal desires and the promise of fulfilling them. Each and every one of them was seeking to fulfill their yearning and aching desires tonight.

  He wasn't that blindly optimistic, nor desperate, and was the only one not having any fun. It wasn't because he didn't lack confidence. He was sure to score, in fact. But ... he was fucking bored.

  Despite being jaded he played the game anyway, because he was a renowned master of it, and he knew of no activity to pass his nights. He continued eyeing this girl from his own corner table for about ten minutes, his deep and intense dark browns intensely locked for a few moments more to her fair and wide blues. The Blonde was licking her partially open luscious lips, her eyes twinkling, her breasts heaving.

  It was time. She was ripe and ready for him so he crossed to her, leaned into her space, and gently asked, "Would you like to kiss me?"

  "Yes." She licked her lips again. Yes... very ripe, and nearly ready to burst.

  But, he was still bored. He'd already known her answer before she'd uttered it - like he knew that her sex was wet and hot, all swollen and ready for play with him. He didn't smile in return and concern wrinkled her pretty brow, because she'd thought she'd felt sexual tension between them. The hot sexuality radiating from this handsome man.

  That wouldn't be quite how he'd describe it. It certainly wasn't what he felt.

  Chapter Two

  HE GENTLY HANDED the tall, curvy blonde with her fake lashes and fake nails up by the hand, then deftly wrapped both her arm and his behind her back. She gasped at the intensely physical body contact before he towed his willing captive, with light, controlled dance steps, across the crowded dance floor to a semi-private nook with which he was quite familiar.

  They sneaked behind the decorative curtains and therein, tucked out of direct sight, away from the blaring lights, they started with their private business - a transaction between strangers in a public place.

  She licked her lips again.

  "You really want to taste me, don't you?"

  "Yes."

  "You can kiss me now, but only once. So, you better give it your best mmm-" The Blonde's luscious lips had pressed upon his. She tasted of mint, and strawberry... and the heady sweetness of arousal.

  She was aggressive in trying to pry his lips open. But he was in full control and made her work before finally relenting and letting her tongue quest inside his mouth - and, thus, the seductive and crude tongue-fighting commenced.

  Hmm, strawberry colada, he thought. She's so eager to get me.

  He didn't want it like that. He didn't want her that way, despite her mental and emotional fantasies. He had much higher standards of performance, with proven standards of being able to deliver the sublime.

  With his athletic body, he backed her softer form against the wall, pinning her between it and himself. Making her gasp...

  "Ahh..."

  The first time.

  Staring into her eyes, into the very soul of her, he slowly raised her skirt until he could feel the smooth and warm insides of her thighs. He saw her approval in her eyes and heard it in her breathing as he stroked the warm softness of her inner thighs. Then he stroked higher.

  He smirked and she smirked back - panty-less.

  Then, he touched her humid, well-lubricated cunt.

  The Blonde was good - she didn't pull away but maintained eye contact, without glancing away or closing her eyes, even when her breathing became irregular with the intensity of her anticipation to be fucked. Her eyes unfocused but didn't completely glaze over with lust. She held firm and didn't break their locked gazes.

  She didn't even blink, less for her own control than for her being fully under his power.

  "You are aching for this, aren't you, gorgeous girl?" he asked just to distract her attention.

  She blinked.

  "You naughty, naughty girl," he accused her just as his fingers parted her swollen cunt lips and brushed against-and lightly flicked-her little gumdrop-sized clit. It blossomed with needy anticipation at his little touch, or at every little near touch...

  "Ahh!" her second gasp.

  He teased her there, and she wiggled on his fingers. Tickled fish, crossed his mind. He didn't press her hot and swelling flesh wherever she'd expect it but just brushed across them. The Blonde was sighing, breasts heaving, even, as he lingered upon the areas of her most private, most secret place. His touch shouldn't generate such need, but he was getting an even better reaction from her by ignoring the most intimate spot.

  "Ahhh...!" Gasp three.

  They were coming quicker, as the Blonde's mouth would go wide when he stroked her here and there with varying touches, both soft and firm, and maddening fingertip swirls, yet she still didn't break eye contact with her puppet master.

  She really wanted to see him get her off.

  His other hand groped her bountiful mounds, her natural breasts waxing wei
ghtier and needier with every circling fingertip, every pinch and even flat-palmed touch upon her, through the thin fabric of her top. She arched her spine to push white breasts with their eager, rosy pink nipples into his hot hands. They'd peek out at him, as he used them and she rubbed herself, like a lush wanton engulfed in sexually concentrated, mindless desire, against his clever hands.

  He knew she felt heat like sunlight's kiss upon her nipples and breasts, and where he masterfully fingered and diddled her. She pushed her sex into his capable hands while panting for more. Sheer lust plagued her, driving her mad with the nearly mindless desire to moan loudly, to shout her pleasure with a hedonist's boldness and make herself heard all the way across the packed dance floor.

  "Fuck it-!"

  Every time she made an attempt to say something, his lips were on hers sealing them, his tongue stealing the strength from her voice with every sensational stroke. Each time their lips parted, she was out of breath, needing to refill her lungs with his scent.

  Her expression declared, This man is a god.

  He also saw the flash of guilt cross her face, the dying flicker of cautionary left-over advice from her mother and dad chased away with what felt maddeningly delicious for herself because of his skillful touch. He ... intensified his touch and-

  "Ahhh... oohhh..."

  Four.

  There'd been little gasps in between, but he was only counting the big ones.

  He was flicking his fingers below and encircling his fingertips above, making her lingering good-girl-guilt evaporate away. He knew her. He knew where to touch her, exactly how long to linger with the perfect pressure, too much and he'd lighten his touch, too light and-

  "Ahh... ahhm..."

  He was handling her just right and losing count.

  Five and six?

  Or was it eight and nine...?

  He was her potent and irresistible god and she was a pleasure to watch, in her pleasure receiving, on her path to cumming, as she grabbed tight of him and held on to his shoulders. The tiny expressions of guilt flitted away faster from her pretty face. He was in control and the Blonde was only a mere mortal, while he remolded her however he liked.