Whiteout Vengeance: An Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance Romance Short Story (An Erotic Short Story)

By Alexia Chase

An enemies to lovers, ex-friends to lovers, second chance erotic short story.

This story is told from a first person and Dual POV.

Taylor

I'm stuck in a snowdrift with nowhere to go. My only hope is the Anderson's house. Except, my ex-best friend and secret high school crush, now owns the house, and he hates my guts.

Once the jerk finally lets me in the house, I'm stuck. Who doesn't have a phone? Or a phone charger?

Dom

Taylor broke my heart on graduation night. I'm not the same kid I used to be. Now, I'm older, tougher, and richer. Way richer.

What's a guy supposed to do when the girl he used to worship shows up in the middle of a blizzard?

Vengeance is mine. Or, is it? What if Taylor was set up as well?

What does the future have in store for two star-crossed lovers with a snow surprise in the making?

This story features graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for 18+ readers only. 

All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Be prepared for dirty words and even dirtier sex. Enter at your own risk.

Do you like to feel the rapid heartbeat and fluttering butterflies of falling in love? Then, click "buy" now!

You won't be disappointed.

What troupes are your favorite? This book includes enemies to lovers, ex-friends to lovers, revenge with a dash of dirty sex, a surprise pregnancy, and a rich, stubborn hero who is totally in the wrong.

What more could you want?

No cheating. No cliffhanger. And a guaranteed happy ever after.

This story features graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for 18+ readers only. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Be prepared for dirty words and even dirtier sex. Enter at your own risk.

10,000 words.

My name is Alexia Chase. 

I specialize in quick, dirty, and sweet short stories and novellas. I write for busy working mothers who admire and acquire books that provide the full escape of a novel but don't have a lot of time. 

More importantly, I offer insta-love, smutty sex, and swoon-worthy moments that will leave you with a flushed face and a giddy smile. Quick – pray no one is watching and wondering what in the hell is wrong with you because no one else looks that happy.

People who have read my books have the following to say:

"This insta-love story is extremely funny, a quick read and just filled with so much good and filthy stuff. I cannot recommend this book enough to anyone that likes Alexia Chase or is just thinking about picking one of her books up for the first time. Just make sure you are reading this where you can laugh out loud and get a crimson face when you read the erotic sex scenes." LF Books

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"I've read a lot of books written by Alexia Chase; she has done a great job at writing another good short story; she is one of my favorite authors. I can't wait to read more of her books." Jeanne Richardson

My writing gives busy women that sixty-minute escape they need when they can't afford a trip to the Caribbean with their secret lover, Dimitri.

My Soul Sisters don't even have time to get away from the kids to take a shower. 

Quick. Dirty. Sweet. 

Alexia Chase

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexia Chase
• Release date: Nov 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393522942

Book preview

Book Excerpt

Dom

I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt to expose my muscular forearms. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Taylor biting her bottom lip and staring at me. Fuck. She makes me want to drag her off the sofa and plow into her hot center.

When she squirms on the sofa, my eyes roll back in my head. What would she do if I told her I wanted to strip her naked and shove my hard dick into her pussy? Would she beg me to do it? Or would she walk away, again?

What are you looking at? I growl. I can’t be with her. As much as I would love to have sex with her, it would only end in more heartache. I survived the first time she used me. This time I fear I wouldn’t be as successful.

You.

Stop it. I walk over to the end table and pick up a full shot glass. My second drink in the last thirty minutes. I rarely drink, but something about this night screams, get shitfaced.

Taylor frowns. Fine. She looks up at the ceiling.

I run a hand through my hair, down the shot of whiskey, and then set it down on the end table with a thud. Damn it. Why isn’t seven years long enough? I should be able to wave at Taylor and walk by without wanting to taste her sweet mouth and sink my cock into her tight pussy. I’m so pathetic.

Chapter One

Taylor

I walk up the snow-covered steps and pray that the lamplight shining through the front window means someone is home. The rest of the house is dark. The wind whips and blows from the north, causing me to shiver. I’ve never been colder than I am at this moment.

My teeth chatter and my back and shoulders ache from the tension of trying to keep warm. After walking a mile in the steeply drifted snow to reach the Anderson’s two-story home, I need something to go right.

Please, let them be home. I ring the frozen doorbell. The chime is hard to hear over the blowing wind. The closest house to the Anderson’s is at least two miles in the opposite direction. I will never make it that far. Tears spring to my eyes. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m stupid enough to get myself into this situation.

When there is no answer, I rap on the large wooden door. Would it be breaking and entering if I toss a brick in the window? Surely the Anderson’s will understand. No one wants a frozen human stuck to their front steps. The creaking of footsteps walking across the floor is the best sound I’ve heard all day.

The door opens, and a whoosh of warm air greets me. The shadow of a large man fills the opening. Thank God. I’m not going to die. My knees buckle, but something keeps me from falling at the feet of the person opening the door.

I inhale and close my eyes. I’m not much for prayer, but when a miracle happens, I figure giving thanks is the least I can do. "Mr.