UNKNOWN POV
I was all alone in the back of the club; just so I thought. Until I heard a woman screaming for help. At first I ignored, but then again the voice pulled my heartstrings more as it played in my head repeatedly. I got down from my car to take a look at the damsel in distress. I leaned against my car door leisurely, watching as the man was out of control, he just wanted to get down on her so bad— who still force a woman in this era? “Let go of her” I muttered. My sudden utterance was filled with caution and a heart–piercing–fear from both the lady and the man. Quiteness filled the air, only the sharp–breaking–breath of the damsel could be heard clearly. “What……what if I don't? What will you do?” The man blurted with fear, his tone was shaky; his gut betrayed him. A wide grin slowly curved on my lips, I like to be dared. It's been a while since people boarded my line. “What is your belief on living dead?” I asked the man with a calm yet death stare. The question obviously didn’t sit well with him, as he flinched, causing his shoes to make a screech. “Help me please…..” the lady said, she couldn't take the pain of the man's grasps anymore. Her consciousness because unstable, her legs began to give in, thus, she slumped from the man's grasps. . ‘Urgh!’ Suddenly the man groaned sharply, he didn't realise when I moved closer to him. Each groan was a pain from his joints bones breaking. I mercilessly continued weaking him without no emotion whatsoever. I hate to intervene in people's business, but I don't understand why my heart yearn to save her. The man became still on the ground, his body became liveless. His eyes widely opened without a blink, his throat dislocated, choking on blood. I was satisfied with what I made him turn into. Just as I turned around heading towards my car, I felt a grip on my ankle which made me came to a halt, I wheeled my head down. “Don’t leave me again Liam.” I looked at her with so much tenderness, care and desperation to keep her by my side, Her timeless beauty caught my attention so bad. it's been a while since I had this urge for a woman in my life. But I knew she was taken, judging with the name she mentioned, how I wished to crushed the Liam that couldn't keep her safe with him. I bent and carried her in a bridal style. Her cold nose rubbed on my neck, her breath was so hot and smooth to my skin. ‘Camera shot clicked…. footsteps receded.’ “Hot...hot… it's so hot” She started whispering, gripping on my suit tightly, I looked at her, there was no trace of sanity left in her. Her face flushed suspiciously, her body moved erotically, biting on her lips continuously. Her current expression made me realised she must have been drugged. ‘Ding!’ As soon as we got into my suite, I carefully placed her on my bed, stared at her welcoming fiery lips for a while before turning to get a blanket for her. My action was stopped by a sudden grip on my wrist, pulled me close, which caused me to unintentionally leaned so closed to her lips. “I want you” Her voice echoed in my ears, so smooth, soft and filled with so much desire. I was about leaning back up when she pulled my neck closer, causing my lips touching hers, she sucked on my lips like jelly. The kiss was so rough and passionate that I couldn't resist her. Her hands roamed my body looking for my suit buttons—she was somewhat impatient. My sleeping monster had already been awoken… it been a while since it felt this way. In no time she had stripped herself right before my eyes, I scanned every details on her body, cursing Inside for her to be mine. This is not me that everybody knows, how come my heart yearn for her? I loathe women for some personal reasons. I hate their sight, I hate to perceive them. But when I looked at the mysterious woman in my bed, I want her be the only woman I will pamper and care for. I want her to be the only woman to have the sweet side of me. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I saw the instinctual desire and desperation in her eyes. I slowly went to her nipples, nibbling on right while playing with the other. Then I went back to her hot lips twisting tongues with her, caressing every inch and corner of her curves, she sighed in satisfaction to my touch. “I want you now…please” She begged finding her way down to my d*ck. “Not yet Damsel” I held her slender hand from feeling my arousal. My hand slowly moved down her entrance lips, she was already dripping, feel so welcoming. I rubbed her so soft and gentle in a circular motion, slowly slid two of my fingers in with so much affection. ‘Uhmm…awwnn’ She moaned so sexily as her body danced to my movements, causing her body to arc. Some thin drops of tears rolled down beside her ears. ‘Please don't stop….uhmm….ahh’ I increased my fingers pace while sucking on her tensed nipples. However, she seemed wanting more everytime she reached the edge of pleasure. Before she could cry out for more, I covered her till my monster was fully in, she grabbed hold on my shoulders, so tight that I could feel her fingernails digging into my skin. She moaned softly, following the rhythm of my pace. I felt her muscles tighten around my d*ck, it felt so heavenly and special in its way. Her pupils rolled up, like she was so close to her climax. I increased my pace, harder and faster as she had wanted it. “Oh yeah…fuck Liam!” Hearing that name irritated me more than anything, I despise that unknown being, I hate it more that my desired woman mentioned another man's name. However I knew she wasn't in her right sense, and she would surely think she was making love with her damn partner. I could only curse inside, I hate to feel this way, but I can't help it… my desperation to get close to her and make her mine clawed at me. “Who are you? What have you made me become?” I whispered in her ears. My questions left hanging in the air. In anger, I raged in her, harder than she would want it. I felt a thick warm cream dripped down, in no time I came too, crash landed beside her. ‘Sigh’ she sighed in satisfaction as she drowned in deep slumber. For a while, I stared at the beauty, as I held her close to my chest. Her breath was peaceful and steady, hoping I could wake up everyday of my life beside her. I carried her inside the bathroom and cleaned her up, I was so careful not to wake her up, but she also looked like she wouldn't wake up even if I wasn't— tiredness wore her. Then I settled her back on bed, I curled her to my chest as I stared blankly at the ceiling, caressing her hair. This night was unexpected, yet sweet and unforgettable experience for me. But my night didn't last long with her, as I got an emergency call that needed my immediate response and presence. I stood up and got dressed, then I left her with my business card. And a handwritten note ‘Call me when you wake up’. For the last time tonight, I pecked her forehead, nose, down to her lips and jawline, before whispering in her ears. “Bye beauty, never wished to leave you alone here, but this is urgent.” I hoped she heard me, but I knew it was impossible for her to hear me while she was in deep slumber. I left… And here stands across me in the garden… the mysterious woman of my unforgettable night, the woman I vowed to be with for the rest of my life or stay bachelor forever. Fate…is a slow thing She was even more breathtaking than I remembered. The way the moonlight kissed her delicate features, the soft curls of her hair that framed her face, the expression of confusion in her eyes. She looked like she lost her way as she keeps on turning around. And this time…I'm not going to let her slip away. Here's a refined version of your passage for clarity and flow: "Did you lose your way, damsel?" I blurted from behind her. She flinched at my sudden utterance, her eyes widening in shock. As she staggered back in panic, her foot caught on the hem of her dress. She nearly fell, but I reacted swiftly, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me.The cool breeze carried the scent of blooming roses and freshly cut grass. The distant hum of music from the ballroom barely reached Ariel's ears, as she had been drowned by the erratic pound of her heart, which pierced through the stillness.The arm around her waist was strong and steady. The touch was unfamiliar—yet something about it sent a shiver down her spine.She inhales sharply.The man's scent filled her lungs—sandalwood and musk. Familiar and intoxicating.“Careful, Damsel. Falling into my arms already?” His voice was deep, smooth, and laced with something almost…possessive.Her body stiffened, and her eyebrows squinted at the unfamiliar voice—yet hauntingly familiar to her. She robotically lifted her head, her eyes locked onto his. Sharp and intense.The dim glow of the garden lights cast shadows across his sharp features—strong jaws, piercing gray eyes that seem swooning, and firm, broad shoulders that elongate his chest.Her stomach churned. She knew this man. Or at leas
Luis jolted awake, his phone’s sharp ringtone woke him up from his restless sleep. He had spent the whole night drinking and thinking of his lost lover; Ariel, about seven bottles of empty beer cans scattered on his small center table. His hand drummed beat, causing him to groan. A glance at the screen revealed Elena. He swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “Come to the store. Now,” Elena’s voice was soft yet intimidating, with no room for argument. The line went dead before he could respond. Luis sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair. He gave a quick glance at the wall clock; it was past three in the afternoon. Pushing himself off the couch, he strode into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face. As droplets dripped down his chin, he met his own weary gaze in the mirror before grabbing his toothbrush and scrubbing away the lingering taste of the alcohol. Stepping out, he made his way to the kitchen and yanked open th
“This is how they're going to burst your brain open if you mess up” He muttered, his voice carrying a serious warning, his gaze deadly locked on Luis; who's heart skipped for a beat. This was the very first time a gun would be pointed at him, and he felt like he was at the edge of crossing over to the land of the death. His mind raged with regret and a desperate prayer that he was only hallucinating; maybe the way he had been thinking about the job he signed up for lately. But his fear didn't last long as it was quickly replaced with disgust, when he heard the statement he made. Of course he knew to be cautious, and if he wanted to add to his cautiousness, he shouldn't have made it an expensive one—pointing gun at his head was a rather serious way, but effective, as it added to Luis awareness of the world he had stepped into. Luis didn't respond, instead he yanked his wrist off his grip, then strode off without looking back. He took slow, measured steps to the metal d
{Back to the city of Las Vegas}The Lucas Corporation tower stood tall over the Las Vegas skyline, its sleek glass design symbolizing power and prestige. From the top floor, Johny had a clear view of the city—a world he was determined to control.His office was large and elegant, designed to reflect his ambition. Dark mahogany walls held built-in bookshelves, while a black marble desk sat at the center, spotless except for neatly arranged files and a crystal decanter of whiskey. Behind the desk was a luxurious leather chair imported from Italy. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the busy city below. The air carried the scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey, adding to the room’s quiet authority.Johny leaned back in his leather chair, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he reviewed the latest financial reports. His plan was falling into place—soon, Ariel would be introduced to the Lucas family, making him secure his position. His father would have no choice but to acknowledge
In an unknown place in Las Vegas A dull throbbing radiated from Ariel’s wrists, the rough fibers of the rope biting into her skin. Her head pounded, a fog clouding her thoughts as she slowly regained consciousness. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with absolute darkness.~Where am I?~ A mixture of curiosity and danger sparked in her chest. Panic spiked in her chest as she struggled to move, but the coarse bite of rope against her skin stopped her. Her hands and feet were tied. Memories flashed in her head—leaving the boutique, stepping into the car, a sudden force yanking her back, a rough hand covering her mouth, restraining her from screaming—screeching tires. Then nothing.She tried to steady her breathing, but the heavy scent of damp concrete and oil filled her nose. A basement? A warehouse? Her breathing quickened as she tested her restraints. Tight. Too tight. The ropes cut into her wrists with every movement, biting deep.She tugged at her restraints again, ignoring
The Lucas mansion stood tall, painted pure white, a symbol of power and wealth. Its massive structure stretched across acres of perfectly trimmed gardens, exuding an air of untouchable prestige.At the center of the grand courtyard is a large fountain with flowing crystal-clear water, its smooth and steady flow giving a touch of elegance.Two neatly sculpted lion statues guarded the entrance, their fangs bared in silent warning, as if daring anyone to challenge the empire behind them.The mansion's smooth wooden double doors stood firm, framed with gold details that gleamed under the sun. Two tall pillars lined the entrance, adding to the mansion’s captivating picturesqueness.Inside, the scent of polished wood and fresh lilies filled the air. Every corner spoke of luxury, from the high ceilings adorned with dazzling chandeliers to the grand staircase leading to the upper floors. Yet, beneath all its beauty, there was an unshaken tension—a reminder that this was not just a home, but a
Ten years ago, Johny had wormed his way into Alexander’s ex-girlfriend's heart, behind his back, poisoning what they had with betrayal. It cost him his sanity then; the scars of that betrayal had hardened him; it had turned him into a man of coldness; even the sight of women wouldn't entertain him.And yet, here he was, standing at the brim of another cruel twist of fate. Because now, it was Ariel, the only woman that changed him—that mysteriously softened his stiffened heart.His present wound. His silent torment. The woman who had unknowingly haunted him for years—the one he had spent endless nights searching for—was now about to wear—or had already worn—Johny's last name. Alexander’s phone buzzed.Slipping a hand into his pocket, he retrieved it and swiped to answer. He lifted it to his ear.“Speak.” His voice was calm, but his body had gone still.A brief pause. Then, the voice on the other end sent a shiver down his spine.“Sir, we can’t locate Ariel anymore. She’s missing.”Al
Lucas Corporation—Johny’s OfficeJohny paced the length of his office, his fingers tightening around his phone until his knuckles turned bone-white.The normally pristine space—lined with glass walls and a mahogany desk—felt suffocating, as though the walls were closing in with each passing second.His mind raced through a dozen worst-case scenarios, each one more unbearable than the last.He exhaled sharply, barely keeping his fury in check. “Do you have anything?” His voice was controlled, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable.“We’re working on it, sir.” His head of security sounded hesitant, and that hesitation sent a fresh wave of anger through him.He gritted his teeth in frustration and anger.“Work faster!” He spat, his tone was deadly sharp. “If she’s hurt, I’ll make every single one of you regret it.”He ended the call with a sharp motion, slamming his phone onto the desk. His pulse roared in his ears.This can’t be happening.Ariel was his key to the Lucas empire, his le
“I am Max.” Kelvin lied and rose to his feet.Max's face contorted in surprise. “Wait, you're Max too?”Kelvin shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, we're Max together, stuck together, aren't we?”Max chuckled softly, “I didn't know you were Max too.”“That's because I didn't tell you, my bad. Grandmother gave me that name. Quite a lovely name, isn't it?” He smiled.Max grinned, the little boy as happy as a clam.“We should leave; it's getting late. Why's your sister Anya always late anyway?” Kelvin asked.“She must be cooking,” Max said with a small smile. “Her food is always delicious; will you have lunch with us?”Kevin's lips thinned flatly as he thought of how to reply. “Perhaps, someday,” he finally replied.Max grinned, “I am so glad you're going to meet her; she's so lovely. I'm sure she'll be happy to meet you too.” Kelvin returned his bright smile.They entered the worn-out car he borrowed from an old man two weeks ago, paying him twice the car money.The thing was, he needed to st
It's closing time at Max School. The children were happily bouncing their way home, their parents or aides carrying their backpacks and lunchboxes for them.Like every other child, Max was also grinning ear to ear as he bounced his way home.But unlike the other children, he wasn't accompanied by a parent or aide. Instead, it was Kelvin—his support teacher assigned to him by his class teacher.And now, he was escorting him back home.As they strolled home, the warm sunlight cast long shadows behind them.Kelvin nodded toward a cluster of boys taunting a younger child, the sound of their snickering and teasing echoing through the air.“You see that boy crying over there?” Kelvin gestured towards the group of boys surrounding the younger child.They were bullying the boy, who seemed quite younger than they were.They were kicking him and laughing so hard at his predicament.And now that they were leaving, he couldn't stop crying.Max's face lit up with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “
Luis swallowed his composure on the edge of shattering into pieces. “She means everything to me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.Ricardo's voice cracked into a mocking laugh. “Yeah, that's what I said too after my second divorce. Fathering someone else's child all my miserable life, Ricardo blurted like it's nothing, his voice devoid of any emotion.Luis tilted his head a little, surprise and a little curiosity etched on his face, before he looked away with disinterest.“Want to…”“I don't want to hear your little story, Ricardo; all I'm interested in is finding Ariel. There's no way I'm believing that shit you told me.”Ricardo sighed, and his parting shot was a final blow to Luis. “I… was going to say, want to know how long they've been fucking? Google it; she's Ariel Lucas now.” Luis's eyes flashed with anger, but he managed to keep his cool.“That last name is heavyweight,” Ricardo added and started to walk away but turned back to Luis.“One last thing, I want my p
Luis strode into La Belle Boutique, its opulent interior bustling with customers chatting with the attendees.The air was thick with the scent of designer perfumes and the soft hum of hushed conversations.Luis was looking ever so elegant in his black tailored suit, his broad shoulders accentuating its flawless fit.He was carrying a sizable briefcase, his gaze fixed intently on the future as he navigated through the crowd with ease straight to Elena's office.He knocked, and Elena's melodious voice invited him in. “Yes, come in.” Luis entered, dropping the suitcase onto the table with a soft thud. His eyes locked on Elena, who lounged in her chair, sipping wine with an air of nonchalance.She wasn't the only one in the room, though; a young man was sitting across from her, enriching each other's company with a bottle of wine.Matteo—Elena's partner in crime and lover too.“You've become ever so dutiful, Luis,” Matteo sneered, a smug smile twisting his lips. “Heard you're looking for
Alex sat in his worn, everyday chair, surrounded by the familiar comforts of his office.His desk, typically cluttered, was tidy and organized, with documents neatly stacked and aligned, giving the impression that it had been touched for days.A lone ashtray on the edge of the desk held a smoldering cigarette, its thin stream of smoke curling lazily into the air. And a cup of whiskey was sitting right beside the ashtray.His eyes were closed, fingers steepled, head bent subtly as if whispering a silent prayer.He wasn't sleeping—or perhaps he couldn't.Memories of Ariel flooded his mind, taking over his sanity in a very drastic way that he couldn't figure out.It was so unfortunate that he had searched for her all over the world, and when he finally found her, she was tied to her brother.The most painful part was she couldn't recognize him.A low growl rumbled in Alex's throat. “Asshole,” he murmured, his jaw clenched at the thought of Ariel sharing a room with Johnny.His nerves spi
The morning sun cast a golden hue over Mr. Gerald's villa, but the light did little to soften the dark intentions brewing around it. Mr. Gerald sat on the grand balcony of his villa, sipping his morning tea with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.The message had reached him moments ago that Johny had acted just as he predicted."A reckless fool," he murmured, swirling the tea in his cup. "So easy to control.”He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with anticipation. The boy had no idea he was walking straight into a trap. He mused inwardly. A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from his throat as he envisioned the chaos that was about to unfold."Oh, Johny," he muttered, "I knew you would take the bait.”He set his cup down with a quiet clink, his fingers drumming against the polished wood of the table. The satisfaction of seeing Johny so desperate, so predictable—it was intoxicating.But amid his amusement, a spark of irritation crossed his mind.His jaw tightened. The thought of
Johny remained calm in his seat, though his patience hung by a fragile thread. He inhaled slowly, forcing his fury to settle in his chest like a smoldering fire.“Ariel… I need you to calm down.”Her head snapped up, disbelief flashing in her eyes. Her pulse pounded against her throat. “You need me to calm down? Did you even hear yourself?”Johny’s grip tightened around the armrest, his knuckles turned white. His voice dipped lower, dangerously controlled. “Ariel… do you loathe me that much?”The question settled between them, making the air thick and suffocating.Silence rained in the room. “Ariel, answer me.” His tone sharpened and demanding.She swallowed hard, the dryness in her throat scraping like sandpaper. “I don’t hate you, but sleeping in your room was never part of our agreement. Do you realize you’re breaching the contract?”“I know… but things have changed.” His voice was deceptively soft, yet his gaze burned with intent. “We need to act like a real couple now. Like we’r
The midnight air was cool, a soft breeze whistling through Ariel’s open window. Yet, despite the crisp air, her body burned with an unbearable heat. A feverish sensation churned in her stomach, sweat forming at her temple.The discomfort stirred her awake. Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked open, staring blankly at the ceiling. She took in a slow breath, hoping the night air would soothe her, but it did nothing to suppress the heat surging through her.She exhaled weakly, then pushed the blanket aside and stepped out of bed. She made her way to the kitchen. Maybe a glass of cold water would help.Standing at the counter, she took a slow sip; the cool liquid slid down her throat, calming the burning sensation from her stomach. As she absentmindedly rubbed her palm over her neck, a sharp pain shot through her skin, making her wince.Memories of last night flooded her mind.Was this the kind of man he had always been?Had she done something to provoke him?Ariel swallowed the questions cre
The Lucas estate was silent; nature had claimed everyone. But hidden deep within the mansion’s corridors, away from prying eyes, was Amanda’s private lounge.It was an exclusive intimate space, furnished in rich velvet and deep wood. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow, reflecting off the dark liquor bottles in the corner bar. Heavy drapes framed the tall windows, allowing just enough moonlight to intrude in. The faint scent of jasmine and aged whiskey lingered in the air, mingling with something more elusive—the quiet hum of heavy intimacy clung in the air. Here, Amanda was, in a nightgown that was tied perfectly around her body, not revealing much yet intimating. And in the room was also seated, Dr. Richard. Richard leaned back in his chair, whiskey in hand, watching as Amanda poured herself a glass of wine. She moved with effortless grace, her silk nightgown draping over her figure, concealed beneath a luxurious robe.She was flawless, even in her most private moments.