Sin Series novel Chapter 1

Arella

I COULDN'T help but think of how happy I was when my ex-husband proposed to me three years ago. A month later we get married. Now, I was staring down at the Manila envelope that had been inside my drawer for eight months. My final divorce papers.

Taking a deep breath, I tore open the package. There it was-nothing but black and white. My marriage was over. And I already saw him with a woman in his arms a month after the divorce had been finalized.

That jerk.

And I was so damn upset about that. I loved him. I even forced him into a marriage counseling because failure was difficult for me. And seeing my world turned upside down, it felt like he stabbed me right into my heart. And after all the effort, it still didn't work, in fact, it just had gotten worse. So, I decided to leave our home when our fight had gotten physical.

Somehow, I got something that made him went ballistic. A six-figure settlement. It didn't feel right though, and I haven't touched it since I'd been single. All I wanted I was to get back my life.

I shoved it back to the drawer and pulled out my laptop. My life had been back to normal-not the kind of normal that I used to though, but I had quality weekends with my family, had time to annoy my big brother, got my friends back, and had a new awesome and bubbly roommate.

Windows started. The Wi-Fi instantly connected. I'd been checking out online dating sites and apps recently, but hadn't signed up yet. And if my brother found out about this, he was going to lock me up away from civilization and thought I was insane, but he wasn't going to find out, was he?

HeartRated got my interest. I clicked the register button, filled up some basic info, and uploaded my picture, then my finger froze in the air. Am I really desperate to go out on a date? It was now or never.

I took a deep breath and clicked DONE.

* * *

This is impossible.

Hotsome: The awkward moment when you try to message a girl and all you can think of is hello.

SinDeRella: Hi.

Hotsome: Want to chat sometime?

SinDeRella: Sure, how's your day?

Hotsome: Great. And hope you are as well. So, any plan tonight?

SinDeRella: Actually I have. How about next weekend?

Ten seconds later...

Hotsome: Cool.

Hotsome: I checked your info. I think we have something in common.

So, he checked my profile.

Do these people believe in everything you post?

SinDeRella: What made you think I'm stating the truth?

Oh, crap! It didn't sound friendly. Blamed me for not having a lot of dating experience. My ex was my first and only boyfriend.

Hotsome: We signed up for online dating, love, so we both wanted to go out on a date, right?

God, I was overthinking.

Hotsome: By the way, is that your picture on the DP or you stole it from your twin?

I rolled my eyes. That was so lame. He seemed not used to flirt or a way to impress a girl.

SinDeRella: I might be looking for a date, but what if I don't like you?

Hotsome: Come on, love. We both know we wanna have some fun.

Hotsome: If this is your picture, then you look gorgeous, love.

I cropped the picture during my roommate, Katrya's birthday last month. I was wearing a red mini-dress and showed off some cleavage. And now, I was in trouble.

I clicked Hotsome's profile.

28 years old, 6'2", single. Of course.

He loved to adopt a dog.

A foodie and football fan.

His interest: A woman with natural beauty.

My jaw dropped, just staring at his picture because his name suited him well. Hot and handsome. Damn beautiful! Indeed, his age was probably just like my brother. Did I forget to mention he has copper brown hair reaching his shoulders? It was unruly and wavy that made him sexier. His face was beautifully crafted. His skin wasn't tanned as I liked in a man, but he had warm honey brown eyes that scorched me. His nose was almost perfect. His strong jawline was covered with a day or more worth of stubble. His lips were full and pink, slightly spread into a smile. And that... corded neck. A few chest hair poking out from his opened button shirt.

I wondered if how did it feel against my fingertips?

Crap, I got it bad.

Did he have six-packs, lean hips, and muscular thighs?