What The Heart Desires Box Set

By Erica Storm

Twenty-five year old Leila Brooks thinks she has found the love of her life, and she has it all together when she becomes the fiancée of the successful club owner, tall dark and handsome Troy Jameson. But she doesn’t see what’s coming next, and it will cause her to question her whole life, where she rushes out into the night like a crazy woman, only to be mistaken for a lady of the evening by the gorgeous thirty something, and very rich, Evan Hunter.
Evan Hunter has just caught his best friend making love to his fiancée in the bathroom at a company party, and he goes on a drunken spree determine to make love to the first woman who wants him.
Part 2
Evan Hunter made the wrong decision when he allowed Jessica back into his life, but he learned quickly that it was a mistake, especially when Leila walked out and said, “You’re going to miss me, Evan Hunter.” Evan is determined to make everything right and get Leila back by any means necessary. This billionaire doesn’t fight fair, especially when he realizes he can’t live without Leila.
Part 3
Evan and Leila will find that no matter wherever they go, or whomever they are with, their paths seem to cross. Is this a sign that they are meant to be together or is this just a crazy coincidence?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Aug 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311500762

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

I had a bad night last night and now I can’t get out of bed, but I manage and go in to work. It started when I visited my fiancé’s night club with a girlfriend from work. I’m a low level bank manager who rarely has time to go anywhere or do anything, but at Tamika’s insistence I thought what could a little drinking and dancing hurt? As a matter of fact it might do me some good to some place and see what’s going on outside of the bank. 

Don’t believe in banker’s hours. They don’t exist for people like me. We work from sun up to sundown especially if you have a boss like mine, who likes to take off and go shopping with two hours lunch breaks, where I have to oversee the tellers and Ok business checks.

I’m usually exhausted in the evenings when I get home. Then I cook for my fiancé, Troy. He likes home cook meals.

Living with a handsome black man who thinks women are made to serve and obey him wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I met Troy, a successful businessman, but I got used to it. He owns several restaurants and clubs in Manhattan and spends many days and nights overseeing every movement of his business.

I got off early Friday because the bank manager said that I could take off because the auditors were coming in, and Monday would be my day to work until eight pm.

Tamika had her purse ready when she stood at my desk. What the F are you doing? We are off early and we can go drinking and dancing for once and have dinner before we go to Troy’s club. We should be out of the door by now. Isn’t he out of town anyway?"

He said he was.

Good then. Now get your ass up and we can get out of here before they stop us at the door and say there’s some kind of mistake. Tamika grabs my arm and I stand looking for my keys and purse. 

We can have a little fun at Troy’s club tonight before he gets back. I don’t know why you put up with his shit anyway? He acts like your daddy or something. Tells you what to wear, where to go, and when to go out. Tamika is still complaining about Troy and the job as we head out the office down the escalator.

I know Tamika but I need some structure in my life.

If you want some structure, then commit a crime and go to prison. You’ll get less structure there than being with him. Tamika made a lot of sense but it worked for us and I didn’t want to rock the boat. Besides, Troy didn’t care for Tamika as much as she didn’t like him. I wasn’t about to make things worse by telling her that. But she probably knew it anyway and didn’t care.

Tamika would call at our apartment trying to get me to go clubbing with her and piss Troy off and the arguments would start.

She stood in front of me in the lobby, Ok. Let’s go to dinner. We walked outside that tomb of a bank into the fresh spring air. It had a feel of summer but I knew before the day was over that the temperatures would plunge so I carried a coat.

Tamika wanted to have dinner in an outdoor café and the coat would come in handy. We sat and ordered seafood. Scallops over peas and rice and clams. We were sitting waiting for our order when a limo passed. Now that is what I call class, she says to me. If I could bag one of those rich men, I would quit the bank today.

And how do you plan on doing that?

Just dreaming out loud, she says to me. I hear you have a better chance of meeting one if you’re a stripper. And she raises her eyebrows.

A what?

You know, a stripper.

Where you take off your clothes and parade in front of men who have no respect for you? I questioned.

Do you think the way Troy treats you is respect? He probably has some woman spread eagle over his desk now, and you wouldn’t even know it the way he has your schedule planned out.

You are over reaching Tamika. Troy loves me and I love him.

If you want to stay in a fool’s paradise, for be it for me to drag you out of it. She looks at me and drinks her Tom Collings and sucks on the cherry. I bet he’s bursting a girl’s cherry right now, the way he did with you. You never had any experience with men and trust me they can’t be trusted. I learned that the hard way. I used to be just like you, now I find them, let them do me, and forget them because chances are men are thinking the same way.

I hope when I reach twenty-six, I’m not as jaded as you.

I was twenty and twenty-five before and I don’t want to see that impressionable, immature, inexperience, gullible young girl again. I’m happy now that I know men. It’s kind of freeing. You know what they want and you know what you want, to be taken care of, and hopefully they can give it to you. But if they don’t, you stay single, and get what you can out of them.

I hope I’m not as bitter as you, Tamika.

You wish you were bitter as me and then you can see that scoundrel Troy for what he is; a controlling self-centered womanizer.

You’re talking about the man I love.

Ok. I’ll give you a break. I know I can be a little strong on my opinions of men that’s because I had a bad marriage.

Troy and I won’t have that kind of relationship you had with your husband. Tamika turned and looked around and winked at the bartender. Then she turned back facing me.

She didn’t say a word she rolled her eyes and twisted her mouth to the side and then ordered another Tom Collins. We sat around and talked for hours about our lives and the bank. The banking institution was beginning to get precarious. I had taken that job out of college because it appeared to be a secure place to work.

Tamika on the other hand thought she could meet a rich man and marry him and live happily ever after. The only men she met were guys looking for a woman with a job and they thought that if she was around a lot of money some would rub off on them.

Chapter 2

We made it around to his club and the lines were around the block. He worked day and night trying to make his business a success and from the look of the crowds on a Friday night it was more than a success. The club hadn’t open but everyone knew who I was and as soon as they saw me they smiled and said, Go on in and take the best booth, Leila. We’re opening in five minutes.

Don’t sit too close to the dance floor and the music, Rodney said as he opened the door for me. Rodney, a large burly black man, dark and menacing because of his size, is a sweetheart and always looked out for me the few times I visited the club.

He was one of the few people who knew I was Troy’s fiancé, and he respected that I didn’t show my face much, however the cocktail waitress would give me a nasty look whenever I stopped by the club. The looks were so intimidating that I decided to call before coming. If it wasn’t for Tamika, I wouldn’t be here tonight.

We found a seat that was perfect. Right in front of the dance floor and away from the DJ and speakers. As soon as we sat, a pretty light skin girl with long dark hair came to our table. Hi. What do you want this evening? She appeared to be a new hire. Troy always picked the waitresses and their costumes if you want to call it that. He said that he had to compete with the strip clubs and the waitresses