
A Day To Remember-A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
M.D. LaBelle · Completed · 50.0k Words
Introduction
To say the least, her day isn't going very well except for the eye candy. Especially when she shows up to work extremely late and has to clear out her desk.
When she finds out later that her estranged father left her millions of dollars, she decides to go to Europe and take a well-earned vacation after quickly buying a house.
Once she is there, she realizes that it was all an elaborate scheme
and now she is stuck in Europe by herself, without a single dollar to her name.
Will a tall, dark and handsome stranger come to her rescue?
Or more importantly, what will he want in exchange?
See what this rich stranger has in store for her in A Day To Remember.
Chapter 1
His calloused hand caresses her leg just barely as it follows the curve of her inner thigh, slowly but surely. The index finger glides further up till it reaches her wet center and finds her folds before pausing. She can sense that he is hesitant, but she ushers him forward with a smile while staring into his ocean blue eyes. Taking his hand, she urges him on and as soon as she feels his large finger enter her, she awakens.
"Shit!" Kaitlyn exclaims as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes. She finds herself wondering why she always has these dreams, but they never finish. Usually, she gets farther along though and sometimes they even feel like they are real.
Getting up, she realizes what time it is. "Damn it! I am so late." She mutters to herself as she tries to unwrap her legs from the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets. The one treat that she allowed herself a few months ago when she was feeling depressed.
Her boyfriend at the time had just dumped her after she found out he had been cheating on her. So, she decided to go to Branigan's and get them. They certainly were a bit pricey for her budget, but 'what the hell." She figured. After all, she had just lost what she thought at the time was the "love of her life".
Slipping out from under them, she rushes to get dressed and skips a shower. However, before running out the door she grabs a cup of cold coffee and a stale donut. When she gets to her vehicle, she deposits her donut and coffee cup on top of the car and shoves her hand into her pocket to find her keys.
She plucks them out and almost drops them on the ground. "Just my luck." She murmurs to herself as she unlocks the car and nearly forgets her donut and coffee perched precariously on the roof. As she buckles up and starts the car, she takes a sip and almost throws up. Funny, she didn't remember the coffee tasting this bad yesterday.
Driving down the road, she opens her window and pours it out, just narrowly missing the cop car sitting in the nearest driveway as she passes. When she hears it pulling up behind her with its siren blazing, she realizes that she was speeding. "Wow. What else can happen this morning?" She mutters as she rolls her eyes and pulls over to stop.
A member of Midland, Michigan's finest walks up to her open window and asks, "Ma'am, did you know you were going 10 over the speed limit?" She looks at him for a second and notices that he is cute.
Scanning his body, she decides that on a scale of 1 to 10, he is a 8 and a half with his long chestnut colored hair and his fair skin that has a hint of a summer tan starting. His body for a taller man is stacked and his blue eyes are the bomb. She can't really see the rest of him because the uniform doesn't fit him well.
Glancing back up, blue eyes look down at her expectantly and her mouth opens but no words come out. Instead, she starts to cry and turns away to hide the tears. He puts his hand on her shoulder softly and says quietly, "Are you ok? It's really not that bad."
She turns to face him head on, and through the tears she manages to say, "I have already had a bad morning. I woke up late because my alarm didn't go off, and now I am late for work. My boss is going to fire me as soon as I walk through the door." Batting her lashes she continues, 'Officer, I'm sorry I wasn't paying as much attention to my speed as I should have."
He looks down at her gently and smiles. "Ma'am, I am willing to forget I saw you this morning if you put a smile on that face of yours and cheer up. I am sure it's not as bad as you think. After all, you met me."
"Actually, it's just another day in a sequence of bad days that I have been having. Seems my luck has been having a bit of a slump lately, but your kindness has shown me that not all men our complete assholes." She says while her lips hint at a smile.
Glancing out the front window, she notices that it's about to rain. "Just my luck! It looks as if it is just about to downpour." She shuts her mouth before he decides to change his mind.
He gets an idea when he looks her up and down and notices how beautiful she is, because her pale skin with long blonde hair and friendly hazel eyes makes him want to crawl in the backseat with her. While he gazes at her, he thinks to himself, 'She looks to be only 5 and a half foot tall. She might fit in the backseat easily and then we can see if her ample cleavage is as soft as my pillow is."
"Ma'am what's your name if I may ask?" He stares at her with his kind blue eyes and then glances off in the distance to the lightning.
"My name is Kaitlyn Randall. Do I need to give you my license and registration?" He turns back to her and admits to himself that he can't stop thinking about climbing in right now and finding out if he is right after all.
"No, Kaitlyn. I just want to ask you for your phone number. My name is Jon." He offers his hand to shake and continues while smiling, 'It's nice to meet you." Starting to blush, he hopes she gives it to him.
"Sure. Can I get your number and then I will text you quick? You can pull it off that and save it in your contacts." She waits for him to respond.
"Yeah, no problem.
As he gives it to her, she types it in and texts 'hi" on a message and then hits send. His face lights up when his phone starts buzzing away. Grabbing it quickly before the lightning strikes again, he types back 'hi" and sends.
"Awesome. Thanks, Kaitlyn, for the number. Do you mind if I text you later for a date this weekend?" He looks extremely uncomfortable as he awaits her answer.
"Yeah, no problem. I look forward to it, but are you going to give me a ticket? If not, you might want to hurry because it looks like it is about to get seriously dangerous out there."
He looks up at the lightning and then at her. "Of course not. I couldn't give you a ticket after the morning you have had. Just consider this a warning and please be more careful." He smiles from ear to ear and then nods goodbye.
She licks her lips and sighs before replying, "Thank you so much. This day is starting to look up after all. It's not every day I have a good-looking guy stop me, then ask for my phone number after not giving me a ticket. Thank you so much again."
"No problem there. I just ask that you get back to me tonight, ok?" Waiting for her to answer, he starts to pace, and then when she agrees to it, he smiles at her.
Nodding to her, he runs back to his vehicle when the lightning hits dangerously close. Feeling relieved that he is gone and excited somewhat that he asked her for her number, she sits up in her seat and then starts the car. Waving as he pulls out and passes her by, she sits there for a moment to collect herself before pulling back into traffic. By the time she makes it into work, she is a full two hours late and she quietly walks to her desk.
"Ms. Randall, we seem to have a problem communicating. May I see you in my office?" Mr. Cohen asks as he stops and looks disapprovingly at her.
"Yes, sir. Just let me put my things in my drawer first please."
She starts to open her drawer when he turns and informs her "It's not necessary, you won't be staying. Now please follow me to my office." At that moment she knows she is done, so she follows him to his office where she promptly sits down in one of his leather chairs.
"Now, Ms. Randall. As you well know, I have told you repeatedly to not be late. Today is the last straw and I don't want to hear excuses. I am giving you your last check and severance package. Please take these and find your way out of the building after collecting your things from your desk." He hands her an envelope.
She sits there with a blank expression on her face as she panics. "Ms. Randall, did you hear me? We are all done now, you may leave."
She looks up to see a smirk on his face. When his ugly grin leaves a bad taste in her mouth, she nearly says something but decides better of it. "Thank you, Mr. Cohen. It was nice to work under you." At that, she stands up and exits the room.
Back at her desk, she collects her belongings and then says goodbye to her coworkers. "Janet, I will really miss you. You made working here a fun experience for me. I am just sorry that we didn't get to know each other more. Perhaps sometimes you can call me, and we can hang out." Kaitlyn rests her hand on Janet's shoulder and then she turns around and gives Kaitlyn a hug. After tears form in her eyes, she reciprocates the hug and says goodbye.
Last Chapters
#39 Chapter 39
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#38 Chapter 38
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#37 Chapter 37
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#36 Chapter 36
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#35 Chapter 35
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#34 Chapter 34
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#33 Chapter 33
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#32 Chapter 32
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#31 Chapter 31
Last Updated: 1/21/2026#30 Chapter 30
Last Updated: 1/21/2026
You Might Like 😍
Oops, Wrong Girl to Bully
My back hit the desk. Pain exploded through my skull.
"Girls like you don't get to dream about guys like Kai." Bella's breath was hot on my face. "You don't get to write pathetic love letters."
She shoved me again. Harder.
"Maybe if you weren't such a desperate little—"
I fell. My head cracked against the corner.
Warmth trickled down my neck. Blood.
Their laughter turned to gasps.
The door slammed.
I tried to stand. Couldn't. The room was spinning, fading to black.
Someone... please...
Angelina, the most powerful Alpha who conquered forty-nine packs, dies in a yacht explosion—only to wake up as Aria Sterling, a fifteen-year-old Omega's daughter who just died from bullying.
The original Aria's life was a nightmare. Humiliated when golden boy Kai Matthews posted her love letter online, then shoved to death by his girlfriend Bella Morrison. But that's not all her family faces:
"You got until Monday," the tattooed gangster sneered at Aria's mother. "Ten grand cash. Or I'm taking collateral—your kids' organs fetch top dollar. That pretty daughter of yours? She could make us money another way too."
Now Angelina's lethal combat skills awaken in this fragile body. No more hiding. No more fear.
Armed with an Alpha's ruthlessness and a mysterious blood-red pendant, she'll dismantle everyone who hurt this family—one calculated move at a time.
Goddess Of The Underworld
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
The Prison Project
Can love tame the untouchable? Or will it only fuel the fire and cause chaos amongst the inmates?
Fresh out of high school and suffocating in her dead-end hometown, Margot longs for her escape. Her reckless best friend, Cara, thinks she's found the perfect way out for them both - The Prisoner Project - a controversial program offering a life-changing sum of money in exchange for time spent with maximum-security inmates.
Without hesitation, Cara rushes to sign them up.
Their reward? A one-way ticket into the depths of a prison ruled by gang leaders, mob bosses, and men the guards wouldn't even dare to cross...
At the centre of it all, meets Coban Santorelli - a man colder than ice, darker than midnight, and as deadly as the fire that fuels his inner rage. He knows that the project may very well be his only ticket to freedom - his only ticket to revenge on the one who managed to lock him up and so he must prove that he can learn to love…
Will Margot be the lucky one chosen to help reform him?
Will Coban be capable of bringing something to the table other than just sex?
What starts off as denial may very well grow in to obsession which could then fester in to becoming true love…
A temperamental romance novel.
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."
I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.
Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
Invisible To Her Bully
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
Alpha Twins' Mate's broken Human
A Lesson in Magic
Claimed by the Alpha's Love
Four years ago, Fiona's meticulously planned conspiracy turned me from an ordinary omega into a prisoner carrying the weight of a murder charge.
Four years later, I return to a world that has changed beyond recognition.
My best friend Fiona, who is also my stepsister, has become the perfect daughter in my mother's eyes. And my ex-boyfriend, Ethan, is about to hold a high-profile mating ceremony with her.
The love, family bonds, and reputation that I once cherished have all been taken by Fiona.
Just when I had reached my breaking point, questioning the very purpose of my existence, the legendary Alpha Lucas of Moonhaven suddenly appeared in my life.
He is powerful and enigmatic, a figure that all werewolves hold in awe.
Yet, he shows an extraordinary persistence and tenderness towards me.
Is Lucas's appearance a gift from fate, or the start of another conspiracy?
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he’s not letting me go.
The Forbidden Throb
Mine changed in the time it took to open a door.
Behind it: my fiancé Nicholas with another woman.
Three months until our wedding. Three seconds to watch it all burn.
I should have run. Should have screamed. Should have done anything except stand there like a fool.
Instead, I heard the devil himself whisper in my ear:
"If you're willing, I could marry you."
Daniel. The brother I was warned about. The one who made Nicholas look like a choir boy.
He leaned against the wall, watching my world implode.
My pulse thundered. "What?"
"You heard me." His eyes burned into mine. "Marry me, Emma."
But as I stared into those magnetic eyes, I realized something terrifying:
I wanted to say yes to him.
Game on.












