Maya exited the doctor's room only to bump into Miguel. "What a pleasant surprise," Miguel commented, his eyes darting down to Viny in her arms. The little boy had just finished crying. Maya flashed him a polite smile. "Got him Vaccinated," Maya responded, still rocking Vinny out of habit. "Cute boy," Miguel raised a hand and playfully stroked his head. The boy kept staring at him as if trying to determine his intentions. "What are you doing here?" Maya asked. "Ohh. the doctor is a friend," Miguel replied, his attention drifted back to her. Maya nodded in understanding.A playful glint sparked in his eyes as he mused, "I feel like the universe is conspiring for us to meet over and over again. Don't you think so?" Nivi smiled. "I think the city we live in is quite small, and this is only our second meeting," she answered, earning a chuckle from him. "You are difficult. I like that," Miguel commended. Maya slightly shook her head. "I should go. He needs to eat something," Maya
After an intense physical workout with his girl, Dante rolled off her. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, testifying to the rigorous activity that partook in. If that wasn't enough, Maya still could feel his essence trickling out of her cunt, her insides buzzing with the aftereffect of her climax. After drinking half the glass of water, he gently tilted to her lips. He knew he had knackered her out and he wasn't guilty. He enjoyed taking her breath away and making her whole body blush. She drank the rest of the water, feeling completely spent. He adjusted the cover over that had slipped during their session and wrapped his arms around her waist. Drawing her to his chest, he placed a kiss on her nape. She shivered as tingles danced through her. Several moments as they silently enjoyed each other's company. His fingers drawing circles on her stomach. "Mom said Dad wants me to join his business," she broke the silence with the revelation. "And what do you want?" his gent
"Do I look professional?" Maya turned away from the mirror and asked him, a little nervous. Today was her first day at the job and she wanted to make a good impression. She was hired as her dad's assistant's assistant since she had no prior business experience. She had never worked except for one time when she interned for a fashion magazine. She had a fallout with her father over something and she wanted to show him that she could make money too. She was fired just a week later for her unprofessional behavior. He intently scrutinized her from head to toe, his slow gaze only adding to her nervousness. She was quick to understand his game."Stop," she grasped the cushion from the chair and tossed it at him. He was making her nervous on purpose. He grabbed the cushion before it could hit her face and chuckled. "Be serious now. Tell me how I look?" she asked again, slowly spinning for him.He advanced towards her, saying, "Magnificent, Stunning, Exquisite, beautiful, gorgeous, lov
"Finish it up quickly. The finance department is holding a meeting at 6. I want you to attend that and make notes," Mr. Steveson, her boss, and her father's assistant, instructed coldly. "Sure," Maya replied politely, ignoring his rude tone. She already knew where his hostility towards her had stemmed from. In her teen years, she had given him a lot of hard times with her playful pranks which were not very playful to him. She had never made meeting notes before so she decided to ask Mr. Steveson about it. But he responded with barbed taunts. "I am not surprised. Of course, you don't know how to write notes.." Mr. Steveson taunted, Maya lowered her gaze feeling ashamed now. "Anyway, I don't have time to teach you something as basic as this. Even an intern knows how to do it. Find one and learn from them," Mr. Steveson added dryly. Maya fought the tears that threatened to blur her vision and marched out of his room, feeling less confident now. "Do you know how to make notes?" she as
"Sir wants you to assist our new business partner from now on. Your foremost duty will be to cater to his needs and demands," Mr. Steveson informed her. "We don't want to hear any complaints. This person is very important to us. Am I clear?" Mr. Steveson added, meeting her eyes firmly. His intent gaze made it clear that he meant his every word. "I understand," Maya responded quietly. She was prepared to take on this new challenge as well.She was taken to the board room where her new boss was in a meeting with her father. Mr. Steveson opened the door. A chilly gust of AC greeted her as soon as she stepped into the room. There was no one inside except for her father and another man whose face was turned away. They were seated at the other end of the huge desk.She greeted Mr. Diaz with a beaming smile, momentarily forgetting that she was just his employee, not his daughter in the moment. Mr. Diaz's eyes softened for a brief second before he resumed his solemn demeanor. His gaze quic
"Have you had your lunch yet?" Miguel asked Maya after finishing their meeting. "I'll have now," she replied, about to stand up when he stopped her."I also haven't had lunch either. Let's have it together," he suggested eagerly. "Sorry. I like to have my lunch alone," Maya refused politely. Disappointment flickered through his eyes before he gave her a nod in understanding. "Alright. Maybe not today," he responded, smiling. After taking permission, she left his room for her own. As soon as she stepped into her room, she video-called Dante. He picked up the first ring. His charcoal grey eyes with a light blue tint lit her screen. "Have you had your lunch?" she asked, setting her laptop with her free hand. "Not yet. I was busy," he replied with a sigh. She took a moment to study his exhausted features. He was a workaholic."Are you free right now?" she asked, bringing a winning smile to his face. "I am always free for you," he replied with a teasing glint in his eyes. His playfu
Everyone's eyes were drawn to her and Dante's conveyed confusion. "I..I had put pillows," she explained, feeling a sense of unease growing in the pit of her stomach. "Millie just said there were no pillows," Eviana pointed out, her voice laced with confusion, her brows furrowed. Maya's gaze was firmly locked on Dante, silently pleading with him to believe her. He should know that she would never put Vincent's safety at risk. He was her lifeline. "You must have imagined that you placed the pillows. It happens when we are exhausted," Eviana remarked with a sympathetic tone. "I..I don't think so," Maya replied, now a bit uncertain. Did she really imagine it? Did her mind really play a trick on her? Her eyes watered a she thought about it, his silence weighing heavily on her. Dante reached her in three strides and handed Vincent to her, letting her know he believed her. "I believe you," he declared. Relief washed over her tensed features, a tear of relief slipping down her eyes.
She hated how her heart would clench with fear whenever she saw him with another woman. She knew he was her, she knew he would never cheat on her but still, her insecurities always made her think of worse scenarios. Ignoring his majestic presence, she quietly fell in line behind Miguel. Miguel pulled a chair for her. She sat down after murmuring a "thank you" to him. He claimed the spot beside her and shook hands with the delegates. Her eyes drifted over to his table and this time she caught him looking right at her. She momentarily stilled, not expecting him to spot her so quickly. His eyes were intent on her, observing her with unwavering intensity. Miguel put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look away. "Are you okay? I've been calling you," Miguel asked in concern. Maya quickly put on a fake smile."I am sorry. I spaced out, I guess," she replied. As the meeting began, she fought to concentrate only on it. Yet the heat of his gaze from across the room was impossible to ign