Chapter: COFFEE DATEELAINE I sat across from Liam at one of the cafeteria tables, a tray of salad and soup in front of me. Liam, as usual, had a mountain of food, two sandwiches, a bag of chips, and a soda spread out before him. He always joked that his metabolism could rival that of an athlete, and given his lean, muscular build, I believed it. I mean, look at the way the man is eating!"So there I was," he said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin, "trying to explain to the client why their slogan was... let’s say, unfortunate, and you know what they said?" I took a sip of my water, already grinning at the punchline I knew was coming. "What?" "'We don’t see the problem. It’s edgy and modern.’" He threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "Elaine, the slogan was: ‘We’re coming for you, fast and hard.’" I nearly choked on my water, bursting into laughter. "You’re kidding!" "I wish I was,” he laughed with me. “I spent an entire afternoon trying to convince them that it sounded more lik
Huling Na-update: 2025-04-26
Chapter: WORK FRIENDSELAINEThe stupid printer jammed again. I glared at it, the blinking red light mocking me. It was the third time this week, and frankly, I was done. With a frustrated groan, I hit the side of the machine harder than necessary, kicking it for good measure. "Having trouble there?" I turned sharply to see a man standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was tall, with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that sparkled with amusement. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and the fitted navy suit he wore clung to his broad shoulders and trim waist like it was tailor-made just for him because it probably was. "And who are you supposed to be, the printer whisperer?" I snapped, feeling a flush creep up my neck at being caught mid-tantrum. He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Maybe,” he said, bobbing his head to the side. “Or maybe I just didn’t want to miss the show." I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk that
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Chapter: GAMESELAINE“I hate him.”I plopped onto the couch in Gigi’s apartment, burying my face in my hands. Gigi snorted from the kitchen. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” She gave me a look. “You didn’t seem to hate him when he had you bent over his desk and fucking you like no tomorrow.”“Gigi!” I hissed, my face heating up. “I’m being serious.”“And so am I,” she said, carrying two mugs of coffee over and handing me one. She sat down across from me, her expression far too amused for my liking. “What’s the problem now?” She asked.I sighed, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. “He’s been…so neutral.” I grimaced.“Neutral?” Gigi raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean neutral?”“I mean, it’s like nothing ever happened!” I threw my hands up, nearly spilling the coffee. “Since that day in his office, he’s been completely unbothered. Like, totally professional. No teasing, no flirting, nothing. Just, ‘Elaine, can you file this report?’ or ‘Elaine, reschedule my meeting.’ Like I didn’t—li
Huling Na-update: 2025-04-23
Chapter: FROM BEHIND
ELAINEMy hands instinctively reached out, gripping the front of his shirt as if holding on to him would steady me.His body pressed harder against mine, pinning me to the desk as his hands moved to my waist, fingers digging into my curves as though he couldn’t get enough. I gasped into his mouth when his thigh slid between mine, pressing directly against the soaked lace of my panties. The firm pressure against my core sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through me, and instinct took over as I began grinding shamelessly against him.Kingsley chuckled darkly, his lips grazing my ear. “Look at you, so needy,” he growled. “Does this get you off, Elaine? Rubbing yourself all over me like this?”“Shut up,” I shot back breathlessly, my voice uneven as I ground harder against him, the friction only heightening the throbbing ache inside me. His laughter deepened, and his hands roamed, gripping my hips and guiding my movements to press harder against his thigh. I gasped. His hands slid
Huling Na-update: 2025-04-22
Chapter: FINALLYELAINEThe soft chime of the bell sent a jolt through me, signalling Kingsley wanted me in his office. I froze mid-typing, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as my heart thudded against my ribs. It had been weeks since he’d summoned me in person. After our moment in the car, that charged an overwhelming moment when he’d taken my panties as though it was his right, we hadn’t been alone together. Kingsley had kept his distance since then, attending meetings solo and sending instructions through his secretary. It left me feeling… confused. I didn’t know whether to feel relief or frustration. But now, as I stood and smoothed my skirt, my emotions were anything but neutral. Memories of that car ride flashed through my mind, his commanding tone, the dark hunger in his eyes as he pocketed my lace. What had he done with it when he got back home? Did he just keep it as collectable?Or did he sniff it, smelling my scent and inhaling my nectar?Just the mere thought of the latter made
Huling Na-update: 2025-04-16
Chapter: AROUSALKINGSLEYThe city skyline stretched out beyond the glass walls of my penthouse, glittering with lights against the dark canvas of night. It was well past midnight, yet sleep eluded me. I sat on the edge of my bed, shirtless, the cool air from the window brushing over my skin. My fingers raked through my hair as I exhaled sharply, trying to let my mind into silence. It was impossible.Elaine.She was all I could think about. Her scent, her defiance, the way her cheeks flushed when she was embarrassed or aroused. Every detail about her was burned into my brain, and it was driving me fucking insane.This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to dominate my thoughts this way.I was supposed to be the one in control. My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where a small frame sat on a shelf. Amanda. My late wife’s face stared back at me, her warm smile frozen in time. A familiar pang of guilt clawed at my chest.I stood and walked toward the frame, my bare feet silent ag
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