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RYAN'S POV"Hurry!!" She moaned and I felt my resolve slowly slipping as I heard the sound she made. Capturing her lips with mine, I sucked on it like my life depends on it. Her lips soft against mine, her low moans and groans making me rock hard in seconds.Prodding her lips with my tongue for entrance, she complied almost immediately, kissing me back with the same intensity.Picking her up and placing her on my thighs without breaking the kiss, I hurriedly undo her dress zipper, sliding the gown off her body.I groaned as I realized she wasn't putting on a bra, her boobs begging to be sucked as her nipples perks up. Breaking the kiss, I moved downward, sucking and biting her neck as I fondle her soft round boobs.Moaning, she arched her back, grinding against me, moving her hips up and down against my bulge."Ahh... fuck!!!" I cursed loudly, she's going to be the death of me.The last string holding my restraint snapped as I pushed her into the bed, my right hand moving down to her

The man's hand on my thigh made my skin crawl, and a sharp wave of panic surged through me. My vision was blurred, my body weak and unresponsive, but I could still feel the danger closing in. "Please... no" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, but enough to show my fear. The man's laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, and his hand moved closer to my waist. The world around me spun, but something inside me was fighting to stay awake, to stay alert. I couldn't let this happen. Not like this. Just then, the sound of the door opening again broke through the haze, followed by heavy footsteps. A new voice, strong, commanding...cut through the tension. "Get your hands off her." Mr Damon His voice held authority, and the man froze, his hand still on me but his grip faltering. I could barely make out Ryan's figure moving towards us, but I knew he was there...his presence like a shield. "You... you can't do this. She's mine," the man stammered, clearly trying to regain control of the s

LAYLA'S POV Staring at Ryan's back as he talked to some men... probably his business partners, I was lost in thought but also aware of the curious gaze on me. Swirling the drink in my hand, I noticed Ryan glancing back every second to make sure I was still in place. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he was thinking. Was he worried about me? Was he just trying to keep up appearances? There was so much I didn’t understand about him, about this whole situation. I took another sip of my drink, trying to blend into the background as best as I could, but it was hard when all the attention seemed to be directed at me. The soft murmur of the room faded into the background as I focused on the swirl of my drink, the ice gently clinking against the glass. A few moments later, I noticed a few more people glancing my way, some of them clearly trying to figure out who I was. It wasn’t just the men, but even some of the women. They all seemed to be sizing me up. My discomfort grew wi

RYAN'S POV Hearing the clinking sound of heels, I raised my head and my breath immediately got caught in my throat. Layla has always been a very beautiful lady, but at this moment...she looks mesmerising, stunning... alluring even. I couldn't take my eyes off her. God, I don't think I'll be able to control myself from touching her. I want her badly, my body needs her, I could already feel myself getting hard as I stared at her. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to calm down as different images of her naked underneath me surfaced in my head. Clenching my fist, I pushed the thoughts aside. "You look stunning" I complemented her. "Thank you" she replied, her cheeks turning pink underneath her natural makeup, making her look even more beautiful. Gulping, I turned around before saying, "Let's go" in a cold tone, masking my lewd thoughts. Getting into the car, I handed her a black masquerade mask with feather on the side, looking elegant and classy. I was dressed in a blac

I froze, my hand hovering over a dress as the words sank in. “We’re going to a masquerade ball?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The shock in my tone was unmistakable. Ryan turned slightly, glancing at me with a sharp look. “Yes” he replied, his voice calm, as though this were the most normal thing in the world. “You’ll need a proper dress for it.” I blinked, still trying to process what he had just said. “But… I didn’t know about this” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Why would you take me to a ball? I don’t even… fit in there.” Ryan’s gaze softened just a fraction, but his expression remained as unreadable as ever. “You’ll fit in perfectly" he said, the slight edge to his voice almost making it sound like a command. I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. “But I...” I started, but he cut me off. “Choose something. The ball is tonight. We don’t have time to waste.” The pressure was building, and I felt my chest tighten. He didn’t give m

The car rolled to a slow stop in front of a grand hotel, the kind I’d only ever seen in magazines or on TV. ‘Paradise Hotel’ was written in bold, elegant letters across the top of the entrance, and the entire front of the building gleamed under the afternoon sun. A doorman stepped forward instantly, opening the car door. I stepped out slowly, glancing up at the tall, luxurious building. It was beautiful, but it felt out of place in my world. Like I didn’t belong here. Without a word, I followed Mr. Damon as he walked toward the massive glass doors. His stride was confident, like this place was just another one of his many assets. Daniel trailed quietly behind him, calm and composed as ever. No one looked at me twice, but I felt every step. Like I was walking into a place that wouldn't remember me even after I left. Inside, the hotel was even more impressive...marble floors, towering chandeliers, and the soft sound of music playing somewhere in the background. A middle ag

"Wait... How did you know?" He asked, shock evident on his face.The room seemed to shrink around us, the quiet hum of the fridge fading beneath the pounding in my ears.I set my fork down, hands suddenly unsteady.“I...” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I was that girl.”Liam stared, eyes widening as the pieces clicked. “The blue‑and‑brown eyes” he whispered. “I thought I imagined that part.”I managed a shaky laugh. “No. You didn’t.” I said, remembering I didn't wear my contact lens that day cause it was night.For a long moment neither of us spoke. I could almost feel the sand under my feet again, hear the crash of dark water, taste the salt and fear in my lungs. A memory I’d never been able to place now stood in front of me...alive, breathing, offering me take‑out.“Elle…” Liam’s voice was softer than I’d ever heard it. “All this time, and we never knew.”“It’s why the beach terrifies me” I murmured. “It’s one of the flashes Doctor Rex is trying to pull apar

"How did you know that?" I asked, sipping my glass of water to push down the food that almost choked me. "I guessed!" he replied half-assed, picking up his fork to continue eating. "You guessed? Or you had me followed?" I asked again, the time my fingers clenching into a fist. "....." "I'm done eating." I said, placing the glass of water back on the table before standing up. "I think I'll go home now, thanks for the food!" I said coldly. Mark stood up just as fast, his chair scraping softly against the floor. “Wait...Eleanor.” I stopped but didn’t turn. “You don’t get to follow me around or even run a background check on me." I huffed before continuing, "You also don't get to invade my personal space like that just because I work for you!" I said calmly. Mark’s jaw tensed at my words, but he didn’t speak right away. The silence between us stretched thin, taut with unspoken thoughts. People around the restaurant were beginning to glance our way, but I didn’t care. My pulse was h

The next day* Waking up to the honking sounds of cars outside my window, I groaned as I opened my eyes groggily, my annoyance reaching its peak. I needed to find a new apartment, one that wasn't close to the road Picking up my phone, I saw that it was already past twelve. Yawning loudly, I got up and walked to the kitchen, my stomach growling, reminding me that I didn't eat anything yesterday evening before going to bed. I opened the fridge and stared blankly at the near-empty shelves. A half carton of milk, a few eggs, and...was that leftover Chinese from three days ago? Yeah, no thanks. Closing the fridge with a sigh, I scratched the back of my head and muttered to myself, “Guess I’m ordering food again.” As I grabbed my phone to scroll through food delivery apps, my screen lit up with a message. Mark: “Are you free today?” I blinked. We hadn’t spoken much this week, and out of nowhere, here he was, texting like it was the most casual thing in the world. My thumb hovered o

"Of course" Doctor Rex said, smiling warmly. Standing up to my feet, I thanked the doctor before walking out of the office, my mind filled with thoughts about the treatment process. "Are you done?" Liam asked as he leaned against the wall, hands folded to his chest. Mark seemed lost in thought as he stared at me. "Yes, I am. Let's go" I said, hurriedly gesturing towards the hallway before they ask any questions. Liam raised a brow but didn’t push, just shrugged and fell in step beside me. “You’re acting weird” he muttered under his breath, though his tone held no malice, just concern. Mark, however, didn’t say a word. He followed quietly behind us, his presence heavy but unreadable. Still, I could feel his eyes on me, the way they lingered like he was trying to figure out what changed. We walked through the hospital in silence, the only sounds being the click of my heels and Liam occasionally humming some ridiculous tune. I didn’t want to answer their questions, not ye

"Let's go" he said, still holding my hand as we walked out of the elevator. I could already hear whispers and gasps, I tried removing my hand from his grip but he held on tight. Sighing, I lowered my head, feeling uncomfortable. He didn’t seem to care about the stares or the whispers echoing through the hall. His pace remained steady, confident, like he owned the building...which, technically, he did. But I wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Not with him. Not like this. “Mr Warren…” I whispered, tugging at his hand again. Still not letting go, he leaned in just slightly, enough so only I could hear, “Ignore them.” I looked up at him, confused. “Why are you doing this?” "....." Of course he would ignore me. Sighing exasperatedly, I heard him say, "Call me Mark, not Mr Warren" My breath hitched. Call him Mark? That was new. He’d always insisted on the formality, always kept that strict professional wall between us. But now… I looked up at him again, trying to read his

ELEANOR'S POV Waking up to a banging headache, it felt like my head was being split into two. Glancing at the table in front of me, I noticed the meds sitting quietly on it. Huh? Did I get this on my way home? I didn’t remember stopping anywhere. Hell, I barely remembered getting through the front door. The last thing I recalled was the sharp scent of cologne… and a hand on my arm. My heart skipped. Something didn’t feel right. Feeling the sharp pain, I winced in pain as I hurriedly grabbed the drugs and downed it with the bottle water. Maybe I managed to get home yesterday and blacked out. Sighing, I got up to take a much needed shower cause I stank of alcohol. Dragging my feet across the cold floor, I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the bathroom. The water took a moment to heat up, sputtering before turning into a steady stream. I stood there, letting it run over my skin, trying to piece together the blur of last night. Bits and pieces flickered...music, la