Only Today (Part 1)

By Erica Storm

Twenty year old Lilly Miller thought she had married the perfect man when she accepts a proposal from the richest businessman in her small town in Virginia. He’s distinguish, handsome, and soft spoken. He promises her a world she thought she never could have. When she arrives in Seattle on her wedding night, she discovers who she has married.
Caught in a loveless marriage, with a controlling man, Lilly has two thoughts: find happiness where she can and get the hell out of there. Will she discover her husband’s secrets or is she long past caring?

Twenty-nine year old, Anthony Perretta, laid off from his high paying, high powered job, takes his severance pay and invests it, and as he waits for the return on his money, he’s asked as a favor to a friend to drive around a billionaire’s wife, and in return, he will receive an obscene amount of money.
The job: guard the billionaire’s wife night and day, don’t let her out of his sight, and report back to the billionaire husband.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Aug 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311530271

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

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Chapter 1: Lilly

It was a beautiful wedding. We were married in his seaside estate in Long Island, New York. My mother cried, my father cried, his family weren’t there because his mother and father had long died, and the rest of the family didn’t show or care, but there were plenty of friends who came to see who the bride and groom had married.

You see I’m young, black, and penniless, and he’s white in this thirties and rich as all out doors.

My friend Tammy said, Where did you find that good looking hunk of a man and he’s white too. I could stay in bed with him and never come up for air if you know what I mean. Last thing I remember you were going out with that black dude, what’s his name?

I don’t know who you’re talking about?

You know, and she snapped her finger, The one who wouldn’t take no for an answer. The one who put you out of his car because you wouldn’t give him some, and you had to walk a mile back home in the dark. You know how dark those country roads are. There are somethings you want to leave behind when you are starting a new life. And you don’t want nosy and talkative friends reminding you of your bad choices.

And she gave me a wink and a full tooth smile before she said, You know you might have to give up some head.

No, I don’t know the guy you’re talking about, and what do you mean give up some head? I said to her in my innocent wide eyed glare, knowing full well what she meant. I wasn’t completely country or stupid.

You know go down on him. I hear men size you up by the shape of your mouth. I scowled at her as if she was crazy. Maybe I didn’t know much about men and I’m glad I got married so I could learn that kind of stuff from a husband and not random men coming and going. Don’t you know you have to be ready for anything with a man like him? She says grinning in Randall’s direction and taking a sip of Champaign in between our conversation.

Being ready for what, I questioned? And what are you talking about a man like that?

Now you can’t be that naïve, she says leaning close to me. This is a rich man who can have any woman he wants. You have to ask yourself why he chose you. I had lived in a small town in Virginia most of my life with the most exciting thing to happen was for me and my friends to meet at the dairy queen and get ice cream with toppings.

It was kind of late to start asking those type of questions so I put it out of my mind.

I met Randall Seaborne when he bought all the land in Jefferson County. He had arrived from