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  One Less Lonely Girl

  More Than She Bargained For

  Kalts

  Austin Macauley Publishers

  One Less Lonely Girl

  About the Author

  Dedication

  Copyright Information ©

  Acknowledgment

  Synopsis

  Prologue

  Peter

  Tony

  Ash

  Cody

  Scott

  Sid

  Kara

  About the Author

  Kalts is a romance writer. She believes in celebrating women. She also does not limit herself to only one genre. When she is not writing, she has a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my readers and the girl in me.

  Copyright Information ©

  Kalts (2020)

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  Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data

  Kalts

  One Less Lonely Girl: More Than She Bargained For

  ISBN 9781641826952 (Paperback)

  ISBN 9781641826969 (Hardback)

  ISBN 9781645364634 (ePub e-book)

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2019908476

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  First Published (2020)

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  Acknowledgment

  Ryan, I love you.

  Synopsis

  Kara is a young, pretty, and confident woman who is living her dream life in the city of love, Paris! She owns a coffee shop with her childhood friend Bobby in the heart of the city. Kara is a beautiful young woman who has the ability to grab the attention of most men, but she is not ready to share her heart with any man. This makes her the female version of a Casanova because all she does is play with the heart of every man that falls in love with her.

  First, there is Bobby, who happens to be her best friend. Bobby is also secretly in love with her. He is her business partner and is very protective of her.

  Then there is Cody, the cute movie director and handsome hunk who is never around but keeps an on and off relationship with Kara. He loves her, but he is never around to show her the love and care she desires.

  Peter, another handsome young man, who operates a tattoo parlor and is a sucker for Kara’s love. He is really attracted to her and he is ready to make Kara his wife if only she will give him the opportunity to make it official.

  Kara has a variety of men at her beck and call; there is a model in the picture too, Tony! He loves Kara so much and he is always heartbroken whenever Kara refuses to reciprocate the love he shows her. Despite this indifferent attitude by Kara towards him, he is still a very nice guy that loves Kara for who she is.

  Another in the line is the business owner Ash, who loves Kara so much and he is trying to build a relationship between Kara and his mother with the hope that she will be convinced about his feelings for Kara and probably give him a chance to make her his wife.

  Then there is Scott, a bad boy who had ties with the mob but works as a furniture guy now. He was seduced into a relationship with Kara as he could not resist her charm and fell helplessly in love with her and could not fathom her ever breaking his heart.

  To cap off the list of men that Kara has under her spell is the superstar footballer Sid. He was the toast of many women but Kara was elusive and he can’t help but crave for her love like a baby. He is so in love with Kara but he is not going to get Kara. Not now…not ever…

  Kara has only one thing on her mind and it’s not love…it is revenge on each and every one of these men. All the men in Kara’s life are heartbreakers that only deceive, use, and dump the sweet innocent women that fall in love with them.

  So Kara has only one thing on her mind…to smash as many hearts as possible and give them a taste of their own medicine.

  Prologue

  The weather was cool that Tuesday morning, as I sat behind my desk, engrossed. I read over the list of names I had written. I was going over the list again, making sure the list of names was right and making sure I had also perfected my research.

  The next morning, I was at work at the coffee shop and my best friend Bobby was with me. Bobby and I have come a very long way, as we have known each other since childhood. Even if the whole world is against us, they can never break our spirit. No one can ever come between us and we never let anyone do that. We share a deep trust that no one can ever break, I mean no one!!! At work, Bobby and I work in tandem with each other; we never have a bad day. We work as a team. It was more for us and our friendship, although most people definitely want to always do the right things at work, but for us, it is not just a job, it is our playground. We enjoy every minute of it because we are together.

  One of our mutual friends walked in and greeted Bobby with “Hello!” Bobby replied, “Hey!” with a surprised look on his face, as this was the first time in six years we had seen Cody. It was nice surprise to see him after such a long time. Cody walked around the corner to give Bobby a warm hug. Well, the August visitor had caught only Bobby by surprise, as Cody had earlier texted me when his flight landed the night before. I was delighted to receive his text and we kicked it off right where we left it six years ago and it seemed nothing had changed between Cody and me.

  Bobby and Cody used to be inseparable but we all know that time can change everything. The boys just drifted apart but seeing both of them talking again was a very good feeling. I gently walked towards Cody. He saw me behind him and stretched his arms out towards me, gesturing me to place my hands on his hands. Reciprocating the gesture, I placed my hands on his as he gently drew me close and gave me a warm but not a tight hug, trying to keep it as casual as possible. He planted a small kiss on both sides of my cheeks, but to me, those minutes seemed to be long and satisfying.

  It was like our souls touched each other on the deepest levels. I could hear Bobby’s voice in the background but his words were faint as I was lost in the spell of Cody’s touch and the sweet scent of his cologne. A customer that walked in made me wake up from my dream and back to reality. Reluctantly, I went over to attend to the customer but I still could not help but steal a few glances at Cody as he and Bobby caught up on old times. During the course of their conversation, there was a time Cody gave me the look that he wanted me badly.

  A few minutes later, he came up to the counter and told me he’s heading out. We kissed and he left. I have a lot of things to do today, I’m moving to my new place, I thought to myself, I have worked so hard to get this new apartment, I have worked so hard to get my dream life in the city of love, Paris! And I am going to live it to the fullest. Today is the day everything gets better in my life. I kept looking at the clock all day, waiting for the little hand to reach the one. I had the next two days off so that I could transform my quaint ap
artment into my very own home. Later, my friend Peter would be coming over to help me pack my things and drive them down to my new place.

  Peter

  Peter had promised that he would help me pack up my belongings from my old apartment and bring them to my new apartment. I was very excited for this to happen, and I hurriedly told Bobby that I was leaving and will probably see him later. “Okay, see you later!” he said with a bright smile on his face. I jumped into my white jeep and drove to my old place. Grabbed a few things my hands could carry, mostly small boxes, and loaded them into the trunk of my jeep parked outside. As I was doing this, I saw a truck pulling up and the driver, Peter, waved at me. I walked quickly towards the truck as I was excited to see him. Peter tended to flirt with me whenever he had the opportunity, and I knew he liked me more than a friend, but right now I was just having fun with him. He jumped out of the truck, and we exchanged kisses. I walked to the apartment while he just stood there taking a look around the street. Peter was 6 feet 3 inches tall and always had his typical fade haircut. With rock solid abs under his shirt, he probably had seven or eight packs, but I always lost count whenever I tried to count them. He had tattoos on his arm, which was expected from a tattoo artist. As he grabbed the heavier boxes, he said, “I think after you settle in your new place, it would be a good time to get that tattoo you have always wanted.”

  I smiled at his kind gesture and replied, “Yes, can you get me a tattoo of a leaf? I want it on my finger.”

  I told Peter I was scared, as this was going to be my first tattoo. Like a very charming young man, he replied, “I will kiss it and make it better,” as he blew a kiss towards my direction.

  “Kara!!!” he called out to get my attention, I turned back, and he was already wearing one of my maroon-colored bras. I quickly snatched it from him with a little embarrassment on my face. “Those seem a little too big for you,” he remarked as I tried to hide the embarrassment on my face. I threw a pillow at him and told him to shut it, as I placed a finger on my mouth to drive home my point. We both laughed, we always had a good time together. We started picking up the boxes and loading them into the truck. I had a lot of boxes, I realized, and most of those boxes consisted of shoes and books. I loved reading novels, and I was a sucker for romance novels. If I could, I would read all day long. It looked like all I had left to load was my king-size bed. I took a few minutes to look around my old apartment. It was a place where I spent very little time but it was a place which I called home. It was time to move on, and my new place was calling my name. Peter asked, “Are you ready?”

  “Just give me a minute,” I replied as I closed my bedroom door and walked towards the main door. I locked it behind me, and Peter was waiting for me. He held his hand out for me and I accepted. He drew me close and placed his hands on my shoulder. We both got into the truck, and I got my seatbelt on as he started the engine and we drove away to my new place.

  Thirty minutes later, we pulled up in front of my new apartment. I got out of the truck and unlocked my new place. It was smaller than my former apartment. We started unloading the boxes to my new place. Peter who was carrying a box, noticed the size of the apartment, and said, “This place is small, or should I say tiny.”

  “I know, right! That is why I decided to get it; it is very intimate, cozy…”

  “And cute,” Peter added as we went to get the rest of my stuff into the apartment.

  After unloading every box, Peter asked me, “Are you hungry?”

  “I am famished!!!” I exclaimed.

  “Does Chinese sound good?” he asked looking towards me waiting for an answer. I was busy unpacking and felt a little too exhausted to answer him verbally, so I turned and gave him a thumbs up. He pulled out his phone, called the restaurant, and placed an order for the food.

  “Have I ever told you that your ass is beautiful?” Peter asked trying to brighten the mood. Every woman knows what part of her body is the best. I have a few, but my ass is on top of the list.

  Feeling enthusiastic, I wanted to do the classic fall we see in the movies, where the heroine tries to fall but she is caught by the hero. I wanted to have few hours of Peter’s body. I turned with my back arched and played with my hair in a seductive way. Peter noticed me doing all this and said to me, “Come down!!!” I’m on a ladder putting books away.

  To which I replied, “You will catch me. I’m not worried.”

  Peter placed one of his hand on my leg and gave me the other one. I finally listened to him and let him help me get down. Peter put his hand around me and lifted me up like a superhero. I felt weightless; I fit perfectly between his arms. Our faces were close to each other and our lips about to be locked in a kiss. A lot of things went through my head as I quickly imagined what a future with Peter would feel like—Peter and I getting married, being pregnant with our first child while we live in a beautiful house together. I snapped back to reality as I felt Peter growing down there, his hands were on my back. He kissed me with his eyes wide open, as he probably wanted to see my every reaction while we kissed. I know myself I was hopelessly romantic and my eyes shut the second his lips touched mine. I grabbed his head passionately as I moved my fingers through his hair and he fumbled with removing my T-shirt. We were kissing passionately. I took off his shirt while he unzipped my jeans and sets, kissing my neck in a sensual way. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he kept on pulling my jeans and nibbling on my breast. I felt him pull off my jeans finally, and we started smooching. He kissed my belly gently, unhooked my bra in one clean sweep, and pulled me towards his big broad chest. Finally, I am going to enjoy this beautiful man, I thought. I was able to locate his belt and unzipped his pants. Now we were standing in the middle of this empty apartment. He lifted me up and put me on the counter, and we started kissing again very passionately. Out of all the times we wanted to fuck, the time has never been right up until now. His fingers were in my panties and I scooped up for him to pull them down, and it looked like we were on the same page without any words said.

  Next, he slipped it in me. I wanted this to happen since forever. He held my body as he went in and out of me. I was off the counter and the only support I had were my hands around his neck. I looked at his tattoos and facial hair, which was a plus; he was clean-cut from every angle.

  This is the best housewarming gift I ever got, I thought. And the next thing I knew, I was up in the air and he was giving me sweet kisses. I had a few ha…ha laughs, as I had never done that before. He put me back on the counter and he was between my legs as he pulled a chair. He played with my breast, kissed here and there. He told me to turn around and kissed me really deep; I was in cloud nine with this treatment. In his arms, I was going up and down on him, he uttered sweet words like he loved me a lot and he wanted to be with me forever. But I refused to believe anything, because the situation we were in would make us say things we didn’t really mean. So I kissed his hand and he kissed me back. I hoped I was not giving him a wrong signal. I turned back and he went really hard with my hair in his fist.

  We heard a knock on the door and we both knew it was our food we ordered. Peter grabbed me towards him while he was still in me, grabbed his wallet, and walked towards the door. I faced the wall while Peter faced the door to grab the food from the guy. Peter told him to keep the change and to place the food on the floor while he continued to go hard on me. We both climaxed together and ended it with the kiss.

  We both got dressed and started eating our food. I looked around and saw all the things I had to do today. I told him that I was going to take a nap, as it’s been a long day. Peter said “Ouch!!!” and put his hand on his heart to gesture a broken heart. He said to me, “I had a great time with you,” as he planted a light kiss on my forehead.

  “I had really good time with you too,” I replied with a warm smile on my face. We exchanged kisses on the cheek and we both got up. He wore his shoes, and I opened the door for him. He placed his hand on my neck, pulled me towards him, and rested his
face on mine. He said bye with a wink, closed the door, and I started putting the boxes away.

  Tony

  It was 8:07 AM when Tony texted “Hey love.” A bright smile grew on my face when I read the text message. Tony is a very good-looking and sensitive friend of mine, and we get along well, as we talk a lot, and we are comfortable talking about anything and everything. I texted him back, “Hey, Tony, how are you doing?”

  He texted back, “Missing you.”

  I texted, “Ha-ha,” with a smiley emoji, and he replied with another text,

  “Can I come over?”

  I replied, “Yes, 147 Little Paris Ave.”

  He said, “I’ll be there shortly.” I got out of my bed and changed from a T-shirt into a white shirt and sleeves rolled up. I also had on my short blue jeans, which I thought looked good on me. I brushed my teeth and applied my lip-stick. I turned on the music; I do everything better with music. I unpacked the boxes. I could see my things were falling in place because the bookshelves were coming together. I tell myself the number of books I owe is quite ridiculous.

  Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Tony. I opened the door and Tony had a big smile on his cute face; we hadn’t seen each other for about two months. We exchanged kisses and I welcomed him to my new place. He said, “This is very cute.”

  “I’m surprised Cody’s not here,” he commented.

  I asked, “Why do you think he’ll be here?”

  “I saw him this morning. He was like I’m going to see Kara. I felt like kicking his ass,” he replied with a stern look on his face.

  I started laughing at his answer. “You’re so sweet,” I said to him.

  “I know,” he said to me and gave thumbs up sign and a flash of his set of white teeth