A Week To Be Wicked (Forbidden Fantasies #74) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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He wants me to do what? I may be a beauty pageant winner, but that doesn’t mean that I’m sharing my body with the devilish billionaire.

Rocky: What people don’t realize is that beauty contests are expensive. All the crowd sees are the glittering crowns, the shiny smiles, and the shimmery gowns. But what they don’t realize is that all that costs a fortune, and now, I have almost nothing in my bank account. How will I pay rent?
Fortunately, a handsome billionaire says he’ll pick up my expenses … for a sexy price, of course.
Logan Michaelson says he’ll pay for everything, so long as I attend a party on exclusive private island with him for a week. I can read between the lines. This isn’t a party – this is an ORGY.
Is Logan insane?!?!? In fact, has EVERYONE gone insane?
But I need the money …
And Logan’s H-O-T too. The billionaire’s got chiseled abs, powerful thighs, and a thick tool made of pure steel. The truth is that the party doesn’t seem so bad now. In fact, it sounds absolutely *delicious.*
But what happens when our week to be wicked is over? Will the billionaire still want me although our deal is done?

Logan: I’ve been invited to a week-long no-holds-barred orgy sponsored by a secretive group called the Circle. I wasn’t going to bring a date, but then the new Miss Millbrook lands in my lap, destitute and desperate. It’s perfect because this party is the perfect place to indulge in hedonism with a sassy curvy girl. But now, Rocky wants more … and she’s getting it, if I have my way.

This is a follow-up to Backdoor of Sin, where we meet Rocky, a small-time pageant winner. She may be a beauty queen, but that doesn’t mean she’s innocent or naïve! No, our sassy heroine gives her man a run for his money by showing him just what an adventurous girl can do with a glittery crown on her head, and soon Logan’s begging for more! Turn up the A/C because this story will have you panting. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

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CHAPTER 1

Rocky

I sit back on my couch, a steaming mug of coffee in hand as my buddy Elodie lounges on a nearby recliner.

“Ouch, that’s still too hot,” I grimace after a tiny sip, placing the joe down on the mahogany coffee table. “Why do I always do that?”

Elodie laughs. “Because you have no patience, girl! And because you insist on black coffee. If you were more like me, you’d be able to drink right away because all the cream cools it down.”

I scrunch my face. “Yeah, but you know I’m trying to lose weight, so cream and sugar aren’t going to do it for me. I mean, that stuff is half fat, right? At least the cream part.”

Elodie fixes me with a look.

“Cream is all fat, Rocky, and that’s what makes it amazing. Besides, I have no idea why you’re even talking like this! Why do you need to lose weight? You’re gorgeous, and you just won the Miss Millbrook pageant. If anything, this is the time to kick back and let our hair down. We should eat and drink anything we want.”

I sigh.

“If only it were so simple,” is my grumble. “I was starving for what felt like forever, so I feel like if I ate a bag of Cheetos right now, I might throw up.”

Elodie merely giggles.

“Okay, I’ll eat ‘em then. Where are said Cheetos?” she asks, looking around my apartment. “In the cupboard? In your bedroom?”

I giggle.

“You’re right, I was snacking last night in bed, so it’s in my bedroom. In my nightstand drawer in fact.”

My friend immediately leaps up and makes a bee-line for the bedroom before returning with a huge bag of Cheetos in hand. In fact, her fingers and chin are already dusted with the neon orange powder, and as I watch, she pops another tidbit into her mouth before biting down with a loud, satisfying crunch.

“Yum,” Elodie moans rhapsodically before sitting back down on the couch and swinging her feet up. “Damn, this is so good, and I definitely need this today. I’m still exhausted from last week.”

I sigh.

“Me, too,” I say, kicking my feet up on the coffee table as well. “I wish pageants weren’t so tiring, and dang, but the Miss Millbrook team worked us hard.”

Elodie winks playfully.

“Yeah, but at least you won. All I got was Miss Photogenic, which basically means they think I looked better in photos than I do in real-life. Is that a plus? I mean, when you really think about it, isn’t that kind of bad?”

I giggle.

“No! I mean, they think you’re beautiful both ways, it’s just that you’re especially photogenic too.”

Elodie merely rolls her eyes.

“I hope so, but I doubt it. I mean, it’s kind of a consolation prize. All those Miss Photogenic, Miss Congeniality things are. They just give it to the girls who win nothing.”

I shake my head.

“That’s not true!”

But Elodie nods wisely, popping another Cheetoh into her mouth.

“No, it’s true. The only reason why I even won anything is because my dad’s the mayor of this town. They couldn’t let Darnell Niehaus’s daughter walk away empty-handed, could they? It’d be an embarrassment!”

I use the opportunity to take another sip of my coffee because I’m not sure what to say. It’s true that my friend’s not traditionally beautiful, but she’s not ugly either. In fact, we look kind of similar, with our curly brown hair and voluptuous figures. It’s just that I smile a lot, whereas Elodie’s often making wisecracks or acting the class clown. At a beauty pageant, no less, where we’re supposed to come off as elegant, classy swans.

But I decide to stick to the positive.

“You’re lucky to have your family behind you,” I tell Elodie. “Not everyone’s so fortunate.”

She just pops another Cheetoh into her mouth.

“Tell that to my dad. He basically forced me to participate in the Miss Millbrook thing. Hell, if I had my own way I’d be listening to music in the library, or maybe checking out that new record store on Second Street. You know, the one called Academy Music?”

“I do know that one,” I muse. “It does look interesting.”

Elodie sits up with excitement.

“Yeah, I heard they have some Van Halen EPs and you know I love that stuff. Eddie himself is such a virtuoso on the guitar. But yeah, if I want the money to buy EPs, then I have to do what my dad says to keep him happy.”

I smile.

“Which means when the Mayor of Millbrook tells you to compete in a pageant, you compete,” I tease.

She sticks her tongue out at me. “You joke, but it’s true. I didn’t want anything to do with the pageant.”

I roll my eyes.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, Els, it’s over now. The nightmare is done.”

But my friend feels petulant.

“Yeah, but it was a week of hell! I just wish my dad would let me have some freedom instead of being so focused on his “Millbrook First” agenda. Dang, I’m a grown woman, right? But I need his money, so I guess it is what it is.”


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