BRADI'm taken aback by the transformation. Gone are the mahogany furniture and leather chairs, replaced instead with dark red velvet and metal restraints. The walls are adorned with various whips and chains, and a St. Andrew's cross stands prominently in the corner.Mrs. Raina, the woman I've been trying to impress for weeks in order to secure her vote for CEO, smirks at my reaction. "I see you like my little secret."I swallow hard, trying to process what I'm seeing. "I had no idea you were into...this."She steps closer to me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "I like to dominate my men, Brad. Are you man enough to handle it?"My mind races as I consider the implications. I've come this far in my pursuit of the CEO position, and I can't back down now. I take a deep breath and nod. "Yes, I can handle it."She raises an eyebrow. "Take off your clothes."My heart races as I comply, my hands shaking as I undo my tie and slip off my jacket. I can feel her eyes on me as I un
ALANNAI am nervous, why do I always get this way when it comes to Nolan, I mean, I had faced the worst demons, but Nolan was both a dream and nightmare to me.My heart hammered a desperate beat against my ribs as the sleek black car pulled up to the quaint Parisian cafe. This was it. The first time I'd be facing Nolan one-on-one, since the bitter divorce, and not under the most ideal circumstances. I mean, even while we were married, he mostly avoided me and the only time we had sat to talk was about the terms of our divorce. A tense knot of anger and apprehension twisted in my gut.“I hate that he was making me go through such a dreadful process like this again,” I heaved,”I strode into the cafe gate, It was my favorite little haven in the city, a charming nook with checkered tablecloths and overflowing flower boxes that I'd always dreamed of bringing Nolan to. He'd never been one for "cute cafes," always opting for the trendy, high-end establishments. Taking a deep breath, I st
NOLANSeeing Alanna again after everything… the guilt, the longing, the sheer mess of it all, threatened to drown me. I am a mess.This wasn't just about the kids, not entirely. It was about a chance to open something between us.The cafe bell chimed as the door opened, and there she was. Alanna. Even after all this time, she took my breath away. Her hair, still the same cascade of fiery red, framed a face that somehow managed to be both fierce and vulnerable. She looked… different. Stronger, maybe. I stood as she approached, a nervous smile plastered on my face. "Alanna," I greeted, my voice cracking slightly. "Thanks for coming."Her gaze was cool, assessing. "Nolan," she replied simply, her voice devoid of warmth. "Let's get this over with."We settled into a booth, the silence thick with unspoken emotions. I cleared my throat, trying to break the ice. "This place… this was your favorite, right? You always wanted me to bring you here."A flicker of a smile played on her lips, fle
AlannaThe walk back to my office felt like I was walking on glass.Each step was a heavy effort, the weight of the ruined meeting clinging to me like a damp shroud. I hate him!I hate her!I hate my life!I hate myself for feeling so much for him! I cursed out loud. Tears welled up in my eyes again, blurring the already hazy cityscape. How could I have been so stupid? So naive? Nolan having sex with Chloe shouldn't have hurt this much. Logically, I knew it shouldn't. He was married to her, for crying out loud! Married people have sex, that's a fact of life. But logic wasn't winning this battle. My heart felt like a shattered glass, sharp shards of pain piercing me with every ragged breath. Reaching my office door, I fumbled for my key, my vision obscured by the traitorous tears. Finally, the door clicked open, and I practically stumbled inside, collapsing into the plush embrace of my armchair. Angela, bless her ever-observant heart, appeared at my desk in a flash. "Alanna?
ALANNAThis was the day, the day I had prepared for, for months. I felt a flood of emotions flood through me. I was both happy, anxious, nervous, sad and grateful all at once. The ballroom buzzed like a beehive, there was this certain elegance and refinement that could be felt in the air. A dazzling display of wealth and importance. Crystal clinked against crystal as champagne flutes collided in celebratory toasts.Excited chatter against the backdrop of the smooth jazz band. Tonight was the completion of months of tireless work, my fashion show – a vibrant display of my creativity – finally gracing the grand stage.“Congratulations Ms. Alanna,” a woman with a black dress greeted me, I didn't recognize her, so instead I responded to her with a smile. Despite the outward glamor, a knot of apprehension tightened in my stomach as I scanned the crowd. A sea of well-dressed bodies and expectant faces swirled before me. The city's elite were all here, of course: business moguls with
CHLOEI hate my life and all that it had turned into. The stupid scent of cheap beer hit me the moment I pushed open the creaking metal door of the bar. My eyes scanned the dimly lit interior, finally landing on a hunched figure slumped over a chipped plastic table in the corner. Dad. Even from a distance, I could tell he was several sheets to the wind."Dad?" I called hesitantly, my voice barely a whisper over the din of drunken chatter and thumping music.His head snapped up, revealing bloodshot eyes and a face creased with worry lines that seemed to have deepened considerably since the last time I'd seen him, a few months ago. A flicker of recognition crossed his features, followed by a weak attempt at a smile. He had asked me to meet him here after Alanna’s show. "Chloe! My little angel," he slurred, gesturing unsteadily for the empty seat opposite him. "Come, come, have a seat with your old man."My stomach clenched. The last thing I wanted to do was sit down at a grimy bar t
Here I was, a married woman, about to cheat on my husband with a man I had just met. But something about Lucas was irresistible. I had felt a spark between us as soon as we met, and I knew I had to have him.We walked into his house, and he pulled me close, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat building between us as his tongue explored my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to break the kiss.But eventually, he pulled away, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I followed, my heart racing with anticipation. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn't wait.As soon as we were in the room, Lucas pulled me to him again, kissing me with even more passion than before. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I knew I had to have it. I reached down, rubbing it through his pants, feeling it grow even harder under my touch.Lucas broke the kiss, looking into my eyes. "Do you want this, Chloe?" he asked, his voice low and husky."Y
CHAPTER 79BRADI walked into the fashion event, I was on high alert. I had been told that Mrs. Raina, a member of the board, wanted to speak with me. I had no idea what she wanted, but I hoped it was good news."Brad, there you are," Mrs. Raina said as she approached me. "I'd like you to meet Mr. Collins, another board member."I shook Mr. Collins' hand and exchanged pleasantries. That's when Mrs. Raina dropped the bomb."Brad, Mr. Collins has asked what he can do to help you get the position of CEO. And I told him that you would be happy to show him a good time."I was shocked. Me, show a man a good time? I'm not even gay. But I needed that CEO position, so I reluctantly agreed.Mr. Collins led me to a private room, and I immediately felt uncomfortable. But I pushed my doubts aside and began to flirt with him."So, Mr. Collins, what is it that you like?" I asked, my voice dripping with suggestion."I like to be fucked," he replied, his eyes dark with desire.I was ashamed of myself,