parsley felt relieved when Kevin's case was finally settled. After a hot shower, she walked out naked, wrapped a towel around herself. Then, on the bed, she saw pajamas neatly folded on the bed.She frowned.It was a new pair of pajamas, ordered by Ryan she suspected, with its tag still attached.She read it and reread it, and yes, it really did say that it was a children's dress, and she physically recoiled from it, as she'd just found out it was actually a snake or a gutted dog left on her bed. It was a plain white sailor outfit, skirt above the knee and blue bow on the chest. A pair of black knee socks. Japanese style. She was beginning to get a sense, she suspected, of the kink, Ryan would ask of her. And for that reason, the pajamas terrified her.Just as he hesitated, the door opened. She jumped out of her skin, turned, and hurled abuse at the intruder. "Did no one teach you to knock on the bloody door?""This is my house." Said Ryan, dressed in a grey dressing gown and holding s
The following night Ryan came again into her room and ordered her to change into another cloth he brought."Change into this one," He said.parsley answered through her gritted teeth, "Okay.""Now." Told Ryan when he saw parsley standing still.Right now? She got scared.Would he sleep with her tonight...?She knew that this would have occurred sooner or later since she decided to stay here but didn't expect it so fast. Holding the bath towel with her sweaty palms, she finally picked up the sailor-like nightgown and went into the bathroom.Five minutes later, parsley opened the sliding door of the bathroom and came out slowly. Ryan turned around and stared at her, frozen for a moment.Her skin was pale and flawless. The children's night skirt surprisingly fit her clean and babyish face, and its size was very suitable for her petite sweet figure. Ryan's eyes moved down to her breast, which looked full and eye-catching in the limited size—making her a bit more seductive and fascinating.
I've already asked, and he-."Ryan glared at her and repeated himself. "Say. It.""Please," she started, looking at the floor. "don't hurt Kevin. I can forgive you for what you've done if you only stop."She waited a long moment, head cast down. Silence and then a wheezing laugh. "Haven't I made it clear? Fuck you and fuck you, Ryan!" He said, pointing the finger at them. "Do- do you know what I made her do the last time she came here? Do you? No?" His beady eyes spun wildly in their sockets. A manic grin on his lips. "She came in here groveling, and I got her on her knees and I-"His mother stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. parsley guessed it was not as gentle as it appeared as Stephan winced."Ryan, you are not going to help this girl hurt your family, do you hear me? You are his uncle. He was beaten by her friend. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"She shot parsley a look that chilled her to her bones. She'd humiliated her son, slept with her brother, and then put her son
parsley's and were like talons digging into his chest. Ryan gave a sharp breath as he nuzzled her neck. Pulled back. "I will help your childhood sweetheart, but you cannot date him" Then he pointed to the car, transformed. "Get in."She got in.From the plush black leather seat in the rear of the car, she saw a furious Helena walking towards them. Ryan didn't see her until it was too late."Ryan!" She shouted from across the parking lot.He turned around, for the first time, she had known him looking confused.She strode over, her face softening somewhat as she met Parsley's gaze. "There is something I want to talk to parsley about.""Well then, say it." He shrugged, clearly annoyed at being caught off guard."Oh, please. Do try to be less of a cunt for at least once in your life." She scolded, flicking her hair, and leaning down to the rear of the car.Ryan stiffened, paralyzed by a rage that froze him."Darling. Sweetness. I know why you left my son, and I know he can be difficult s
How dare this little woman make use of him by flirting with him in public?How dare she do that!parsley was stunned, letting his tongue and lips coax hers apart and letting his tongue explore her mouth. He groaned and grabbed her, pulling up her dress to her waist. She finally pushed him away when his fingers traced a line up to the top of her thighs and teased the edge of her pants. He fell backwards into his seat, panting.The suddenness shook her, "What are you doing?" she panted."If you're going to use me like that, then I thought I'd at least teach you how to do it properly." He said, smoothing his shirt and tie."Please, just forget that it ever happened. I didn't mean a word of what I said or did outside the Hospital."His burning grey eyes turned darker, and he grasped her chin made her face him, "Take it back? You mean you're lying to me; I'm not as good as my nephew?"No, you're both absolute assholes, she thought. But she could only speak sugared words, "Of course you're
Kevin knew a little about Ryan.Ryan had studied and worked in London, managing the Sterling Group's European offices and factories. He rarely returned home to manage the domestic American market, which had been the Sterling's group bread and butter since it's inception. However, when the financial crisis of 2008 hit, it decimated their domestic business, and they soon became reliant on overseas markets in Europe and Asia, markets that Ryan had been partly responsible for forging. He quickly rose to seniority in his family, using his advanced knowledge of the market to further their business goals.Soon after, Old Sterling decided to retire, abdicating his position as CEO to Dylan. Under his leadership, the company clawed back the losses of 2008 and then some. He possessed strategic thinking, something that had been sorely missing before. He was shrewd and cunning and decisive and compared to his father, much sterner and tougher.But why was parsley with him?Kevin followed Dan out of
But Ryan was neither of these. He was more like a skyscraper or a pyramid. His base was flung wide open. You could walk among the more mundane features of his life without any hindrance, but as you went up, into the more important bits, you would suddenly find closed doors and dead-ends and he wouldn't refuse to answer, he would just answer in a way that wasn't really an answer at all.It all made him rather mysterious to her.After he left, she decided to give Kevin a call after all because her evening had become uncanny from that one act.He answered. No hello. "Did you return to your uncle's house?""Well, I mean, I went back, yeah." She said, "no big deal.""Oh, good." He paused. They were wasting time, she knew. There was something else he wanted to ask. Something much more important than making small-talk unbearable. Finally, he said it. "parsley, I want to see you.""Now?" She said. She'd expected he did, but it still shocked her."You don't want to see me?" He asked. She could
He swooped on her, eyes burning with a hidden rage. He ducked down and slung her over his shoulder."What are you doing!" She cried, wriggling to get free. "Let me go! Let me go!"He stamped up the stairs, ignoring her, please. When she started calling out for lilly, when she began to cry, he slapped her hard across the ass."Haven't you got a sense of dignity?" He huffed, climbing the last steps to the landing. "But go ahead, shout, cry. It just makes me want you more."Her voice caught, somewhere between the threat of sexual need and his attack on her dignity, so she clammed up. Besides, who would help her? Lilly? Mark? Fat chance.Now limp, each of his giant strides jolted her pelvis onto the bar nub of his shoulder, making her wince. He kicked open a door into a bedroom with a four-poster bed and golden yellow curtains. He led her straight through to the ensued bathroom and placed her in the bathtub. A thrill of alarm running through her, she screamed."What are you doing!""This,
It must be Stephan hacking Valerie with money so that she could afford to spend lavishly in HIMO, which was owned by the Sterling Group.parsley mocked herself as she thought of it. Her ex-fiancé must have gone about with Valerie for a long time, and even supported Valerie secretly, while she herself, his fiancée, had been like an outsider, knowing nothing at all.Valerie waved her hand to stop the clerks and came to parsley swaggeringly in a warlike gesture, and lowered her voice, "Hey, you broke up with Stephan, didn't you? Where's the money coming from that allows you to shop here? How can you afford a pair of socks here without your fiancé's help?"parsley said cynically, neither overbearing nor servile, "I had never made free with Stephan's money since I was with him, unlike someone, taking herself as a hooker, and blindly asking a man for money by selling her body, even to her future brother-in-law!"Red with anger, Valerie hadn't expected that parsley dared fight back, "you bla
HIMO was an industry owned by the Sterling Group.A man in suit and tie and a pair of rimless glasses came over to them, "You must be Miss Schultz. Come in, please."parsley paused."This is the general manager of the HIMO VIP service department, whose last name is Green." Mark said, resting a palm on Mr. Green's shoulder. "Miss Schultz, you can call Mr. Green for help at any time during your shopping."She took a deep breath, well, it seemed that she was not going shopping, but took whatever she liked from HIMO--Ryan's big wardrobe. Accompanied by Mark and Mr. Green, parsley walked into HIMO.Mr. Green took parsley to the women's wear department and stopped at MiuMiu's counter. He smiled kindly, "Mr. Sterling said that this brand is quite suitable for Miss Schultz."parsley nodded, "I'll go by myself. You must be very busy, and I don't want to bother you." Then she turned to Mark, "You too. I can do it myself.""Mr. Sterling told us to wait on you, Miss Schultz." Mark raised his eyeb
Ryan stood over her, a protective hand resting on her back. "Why are you still crying? I can give them more money to hit themselves if you want." He chuckled.She shrank away from him. He cut a lonely figure in the world, at once in but apart from it. His own family was tortured enough. How could he understand that she was crying because, at that moment, her only family in the world was gone?And that made her think of her father and mother, who she missed very much, making her cry even more.Dylan lowered himself to her high and fixed her gaze with his. "Enough." His voice was low, not pleasant - commanding, but softer. parsley looked at him tearfully, still could not control herself.Ryan knitted his brows impatiently, leaned down, and kissed her lips gently, and then he sucked at her lower lip.She froze and stared, and a few seconds later, she woke up and shoved him away, "You... What are you doing...""Still crying?" He lifted his hand and rubbed his mouth, wiping away the crysta
parsley clenched her hands, "Uncle, I... ""You can tell me, I already know. I saw the news this morning. They were talking about a girl and, even though there were no pictures, I know it must've been you. Am I right?" He didn't pause for an answer, instead of rushing on to praise him. "Mr. Sterling is really nice to you to take you out to a place like that." A glint sparkled in his eye, and an uneasy feeling grew in her stomach. Was it the tea?He nodded, quick to push the subject aside.Dalton continued, "parsley, since Mr. Sterling treats you well, I was wondering, can you do me a favor?"There, he said it. Her heart gave its last pulses as it sank, like a sunken submarine tumbling to the black-depths. She remembered what Ryan had said and hated him at that moment. Why did everyone know better than her? "What is it?" she said quietly."Well, I mentioned it before; I'm out of debt thanks to Stephan, but then you left him... Two days ago, some men came to our house and threatened to
Holy shit. People called this guy Mr. McDreamy? Why the hell did so many girls had a crush on him, she thought.These netizens were more interested in Ryan than in the "fresh meat" of the moment (her). Waiting for her to be dumped? Well, she would like to thank her cyber friends very much if that were ever to come true!She didn't care, not really. If anything, she felt bad for his fans. He was really not the man they made him out to be. What would they do if they know their McDreamy was a pervert? Then, an idea-parsley thought for a while and then entered the registration page.Um... Her nickname of the account would be…She rolled her eyes, and three words appeared under her slender fingers on the iPad, Super Pervert Sterling.Then, she commented after the news. "The woman is innocent! It's easy to know a man's face, but not his heart. How can you be sure that Ryan Sterling is as good as you think? Let me tell you, and he is a pervert!" After, parsley felt much better. She forked a
Kevin winced as a montage of images flashed across his vision, Ryan, hands rested on the back of her head, forcing her mouth down on him, choking her, Her beneath him, her nails raking his back, as he thrusts deep inside of her, parsley bent over a table, hands balled as he held her by the hips and thrusts, hard and fast into her, cumming across her back. As Ryan said, parsley was his pet... parsley, fearing Kevin's outburst, forced an easy smile, "Kevin, it's getting late. I think we should leave." She said, tugging at Ryan's arm. "Let's go, baby. The party is over." Ryan, holding her hand, nodded, and they walked straight towards the door.parsley was taken by Ryan to the hotel entrance. Ryan waved over a valet and gave him a ticket, and they waited for the car to arrive. She took the opportunity to withdraw her hand from his, stepped back and frowned at him. "Is it necessary to do these kinds of things?""You bet." He said.She took a deep breath, "Please, don't ruin Kevin's comp
Everyone gasped and were enthralled by what was happening on stage.It seemed obvious to Parsley and, she suspected, to everyone else, that the speaker had no clue what was going on between the two men either. He sank uneasily into the background, glanced around, bemused, and then slunk off stage. parsley wanted to laugh if it wasn't all oh so sad.She hoped Kevin wouldn't lose his temper. That would practically force Ryan, with his large ego, to come down hard on him.Finally, Kevin unclenched his fists and shook hands with Ryan and, gracefully but with some irony in his tone, said, "Mr. Sterling, you are taking your joke a little too far. Why not tell me in advance? Are you afraid of a disagreement?""No jokes, no surprises," Ryan said, diplomatically, dismissing Kevin's hidden barbs out of hand. Disappointed journalists started snapping pictures again, and they began to interview the two men for the details about their future relationship. After all, both of them were obviously ver
He noticed how her breasts swelled beneath the hugging fabric of the dress as if waiting for his caress. Though she had a sweet and round face, he was constantly surprised to be reminded her mature, her body was.He stared at her so viciously that she felt a little ashamed. She wanted to cover her breasts with her hands, but she dared not.He got up and walked over, moved his hands up to her head and pulled up her hair, and where his fingers touched her skin, she felt a tingle of the head, and she instinctively shrank back but found he only pulled out a necklace and put it on her neck."How can you wear an evening dress without jewelry?" He put back her hair after that.The necklace glimmered with a blue gem on the pendant.parsley hesitated, "This necklace... It must be very expensive."She hated taking anything from him and feeling like she owed her more than she already did. It was more leverage he had over her."It's nothing compared to the price I've paid for you." He lifted her f
He vowed that he would never have any relationship with the Smiths, let alone ask Mr. Smith for help. Therefore, he had always rejected his father's goodwill, and he believed that he could create his own world without relying on his backstabbing family.In fact, he did."Mr. Wills, if you don't leave, I'll call security." The secretary said with an emphatic pronunciation.Kevin loosened his fingers and, finally, turned away.The office door shut, Ryan stood with his hands in his trousers, his expression rather cold. It seemed that the relationship between parsley and Kevin was better than he thought. His mouth pressed into a hard line, he thought for a while and called in Mark.Mark immediately came in, "Sir."Ryan narrowed his eyes, "JK always wants the investment from the F&H Group, right?"Ryan remembered Mr. Wilson, the president of F&H Group, had mentioned it when they played golf together last month.Though JK had technology and innovation, it was a start-up company and required