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AmyI practically jumped out of my skin when I saw the red substance dripping from my head. My immediate reaction was to bring my hand in front of my face, only to find it covered in red liquid. I screamed once more, my heart racing as I rushed toward the mirror. The red paint formed liquid droplets, steadily dripping down from my head to my face and pooling on the ground below.What the fudge is that?Instinctively, I brought my palm closer to my nose, and a strong paint smell hit me, making me cringe. Oh my God, it’s paint! It wasn’t a head injury or something!The loud knock on my door made me jump again. “Amy? Are you okay in there? I heard a scream.” Jim’s voice filtered through the door.“Hmmm... Yeah... I mean no... I will be outside in a minute. Can you please wait for me in the living room?” I replied, still trying to process what had just happened. I hurried to the shower, frantically checking all the bottles to make sure there was no more paint lurking in there. When I reali
RyanIt had been eight days since Amy... Ms. Amy’s accident and it has been a.. uhh... weird experience. Jim has been dropping off and picking up Liam from school alone while Ms. Amy is on bed rest. Liam seems to have practically moved into Amy’s room, and the two of them chat and giggle like schoolgirls hopped up on sugar and never-ending sleepovers.According to the doctor, Amy was to remain on bed rest for two weeks and then take it slow for another week afterward. Her butterfly stitches were removed the day before, and now her wound needed daily cleaning. But she was proving to be an impatient patient.She had requested, or practically begged, to be allowed to tutor or spend time with Liam after just three days of bed rest. It was a rather unusual sight. Most people would be delighted to take a break from work when they fell ill, but Amy appeared to be an exception.Liam checks on her everyday before he goes to school and runs directly into her room as soon as he comes back. Ms Amy
AmyI hummed as I dressed in my comfy tan-colored drawstring pants with a white camisole and strappy sandals. I applied some lotion all over my body and began my minimal makeup routine.It’s been almost a month since I signed the permanent employee contract to be Liam’s nanny and tutor. When Mr. Crawford gave me the contract after apologizing for his earlier behavior, I was skeptical.He did blast me without any apparent reason and then almost fired me when I stood up for myself. But within twenty minutes, he was back, apologizing and offering me a permanent employee contract. It all seemed quite fishy. However, the reality was that I needed this job.Without it, I had no money or prospects, and on top of that, I didn’t want to leave Liam. The precious little boy had carved out a permanent place in my heart. We did not start out great, but when I was on bed rest, we bonded amazingly.Liam had taken care of me, offering magical kisses that might not have healed my physical injuries, but
Ryan“Great idea,” I replied, inspecting the latest developments in the alpha test of my dream project. “The turnaround time has reduced further. Good.”I handed Paula her device, ensuring all the changes she had made were saved. Paula was one of the best program analysts and ethical hackers I had ever come across. I had hired her four years ago when she corrected my code while serving me coffee in a small town. She and her team were critical to the project, and she is my protege.“Thank you, sir,” she nodded, saving her progress again.I surveyed the team working on the project and said, “The alpha test results are great, but I need you all to be careful. The recent unsuccessful hacking attempt on our company makes me a bit concerned. We can’t afford any vulnerabilities. Double-check all our backdoors and security software.”Paula reassured me, “I’ve been monitoring our security systems closely and working with the cybersecurity team to fortify our defenses. We won’t let any breach go
AmyI sighed as I slumped to the ground, keeping a watchful eye on Liam. The park was alive with the laughter of children playing, and Liam’s infectious smile added to the joy around. He spotted me, waved enthusiastically, and sprinted in my direction.“Slow down, buddy,” I chided, as he stood before me, panting.“Amy,” he whined, “Water. Water. Water.” His urgency to rejoin his friends was evident.Furrowing my brows, I questioned, “How do we ask if we need anything, buddy?”“Sorry,” he gave me an apologetic smile. “May I have some water, please?”“Good boy,” I smiled, ruffling his sweaty hair. As I reached for my bag, a realization hit me—I had left it in the car. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the playground.I looked at Liam and replied, “I forgot it in the car. Give me a minute and I will be back. Don't go anywhere.”He nodded, and I asked Jim to look after Liam while I grabbed the bottle. Before Jim could reply, I ran towards the car in the parking l
Ryan“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, shutting the laptop with more force than needed. My anger flared up, aggravated by the untimely server update on my laptop.The intercom buzzed, and Caine’s voice came through cautiously, “Sir, Mr. Donovan wants to see you,” he said cautiously, knowing I was in no mood for any shit right now.“I don’t want to be disturbed,” I replied curtly, cutting the call. The intercom buzzed again, further fueling my frustration. “What?” I barked, picking up the call.“Either you fucking tell me the new code of your office, or I can fuck the system and disable it. You choose!” Mark’s angry voice resonated through the phone.“Mark,” I said with clenched teeth. I was too overwhelmed to hear any of his shit right now.“Ryan!” he snapped. “Open the door. Now!”I huffed and unlocked the door, and it swung open with a beep. Mark barged in, his expression clearly angry. He marched in front of my desk and took a seat, his gaze piercing. No smiles or jokes meant he w
Amy “So clumsy,” Mr. Crawford whispered, sending shivers through my almost limp body in his arms. His hands on my waist tightened, grounding me back to reality. I straightened up, my cheeks hot, and cleared my throat, creating a necessary distance between us. My heart galloped in my chest, and I felt as if he could hear its hammering in the otherwise silent room. He straightened as well, walking back. I braced myself for his usual harsh words, well aware of his tendency to undermine me at every turn in my job. I huffed, “Mr. Crawford...” “Amy,” he started, and we spoke at the same time. I gulped, “You can...” “What I...” our words clashed again, prompting a chuckle from me and earning a small smirk from Mr. Crawford. He held up his hand, indicating he wanted to speak, and I zipped my lips, anticipating the brutal appellation that was likely to follow. But this time, I wouldn’t take it. I knew I wasn’t wrong when I tried to help him. “Amy, I just want to apologize again,” he sa
RyanI cracked my neck and walked to the bathroom. The past three days without my usual exercise routine had left my body a bit stiff. My body was a creature of habit, and once it adopted a routine, it required no external motivation. Like my internal clock, which never needed an alarm — my eyes popped open exactly at 6 a.m.Completing my morning routine, I threw on my basketball shorts and a tank top, and made my way down the stairs. It was the weekend, and I contemplated squeezing in a quiet lap at the swimming pool before diving into some work. Later be with Liam and Amy at the amusement park, spending 1-2 hours there before returning home for a relaxed dinner or something.As I finalized my plans in my head, I reached the foot of the stairs and nearly yelped at the sight of Amy and Liam standing there.“What are you two up to?” I asked, slightly breathless. A sense of mischief hung in the air as they stood together with those cute expressions on their faces.Cute? My brain caught o
RyanI let out a frustrated huff, my irritation rising as it became clear they were dragging this out on purpose. “Just get us home. Liam is sleeping,” I bit out, my teeth clenched to prevent any further outbursts.“Ryan,” Amy’s voice was soft but firm, gently cradling the sleeping Liam in her lap. “Watch your language.”“Sorry,” I murmured, shooting a warning glance at my brother through the rear-view mirror.The scoundrel merely smirked. “Why the rush, oh mighty winner?” he taunted, prompting a chuckle from Mark.“Do you need a fu-ducking,” making a sorry face at a glaring Amy and then looking back at my stupid brother, “dissertation on why my child should not sleep in the back seat of your car?” I snapped.“Nah,” Mark chimed in, turning his attention back to Amy. “Hey, beautiful, care to join me for dinner? I...”“Drive us home, or rest assured I’ll provide your squeeze of the month with your home address, personal phone number, and a few choice tidbits she could use against you. An
Amy“Wake up, buddy,” I whispered in Liam’s ear, my fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He grunted, sinking deeper into his blankets, and I couldn’t help but smile.“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, leaning closer. “We have to be at school today.”He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open reluctantly. “But it’s Saturday,” he whined, his voice still heavy with sleep.“But Mrs. Perry’s note says you have to be there,” I murmured, brushing a lock of unruly hair from his forehead.That got his attention. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. “But I don’t… I can’t.”“Why not, baby?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Because… because...” His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and he clutched his left leg dramatically. “My owie hurts, and my leg hurts too.”I wanted to pull his cheek so hard. Suppressing a laugh, I mirrored his expression. “Oh, that’s bad,” I said, my voice dripping with mock concern. “I thought you, Daddy, and I could have some fun in the competition. But since
RyanSinking into the plush leather chair of my home office, frustration and concern swirled in my mind like a tempest. Caleb’s impulsive act gnawed at my thoughts—fuck what reckless demon had possessed him? And how would Amy react to his stupid move?All I wanted to do was talk to Amy and show her...A firm knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie, and as I glanced up, there stood Amy, her demeanor tentative, lips caught between her teeth.“Hmm.. Mr. Crawford...” she began, but I cut her off.“Let me stop you there, Amy,” I said, rising from my chair and stuffing my hands into my pockets. “I’m sorry for what Caleb did. He had no right to pull that stunt. I’ll talk to him about it.”Amy’s eyes widened fractionally, but she remained silent, her expression inscrutable. Pressing on, I continued, my voice heavy with remorse. “And as for the competition, you needn’t feel obligated to participate. I’ll speak with Ms. Perry and sort things out with Liam. I apologize for the chaos Caleb
Amy “Hello,” I said as I picked up Ryan’s call. It was a rare occurrence for him to contact me directly from his office, so I couldn’t help but feel confused. “Hello, Amy,” his deep, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly composed myself. “Mr. Crawford. What can I do for you?” I responded, my tone professional despite the slight flutter in my chest. Our recent encounter on the gazebo lingered in my mind, a reminder of the unspoken tension between us. He mumbled something, barely audible, prompting me to request, “Hmm.. I am sorry I did not get that. Can you repeat it, please?” “Nothing,” he sighed, his tone heavy with an unspoken weight. “Can you do something for me?” Considering Liam’s impending school pickup, I proposed a delay. “Hmm... Alright, but I have to pick up Liam in an hour. Can it wait until then?” I asked, multitasking as I organized Liam’s lesson plan for the week. Liam’s insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge always kept me on my toes. “Jim
Ryan“Okay, so we’ve resolved all these bugs?” I leaned forward, addressing my team with a hint of urgency in my voice. The beta phase of our project was nearing its end, and there was no room for errors.“Yes, sir,” Mr. Martin confirmed, his brow glistening with a sheen of sweat. Most of the team, including Paula, our project lead, had been tirelessly working to iron out the kinks. “We’ve also made significant progress on the client reports and deliverables. We’ll be fully prepared for the launch.”“Keep me updated.” I nodded, acknowledging their efforts, before concluding the presentation.“Mr. Crawford,” Caine interrupted, sliding a stack of documents across the table. “These require your signature.”He turned the pages as I took a cursory reading and signed them absentmindedly. My sleep-deprived eyes stung with exhaustion, a consequence of the restless night I’d spent haunted by thoughts of Amy standing alone on the gazebo.Her sorrowful eyes and melancholic smile had etched themse
Amy“Good job, buddy,” I smiled and patted Liam’s back. “Do you want some juice after you are done with the amazing tower?”Liam’s brow furrowed as he looked at the enormous tower he made of Legos. He looked so cute, all concentrated on his task. He looked just like.....“Liam,” I called out a bit more firmly, hoping to draw him out of his Lego world.“Hmm?” he hummed, placing the block man on the tower, still ignoring me.“Liam,” I pouted. “Are you still angry at me?”“No, I am not,” he said in a snippy tone.“No?” I arched an eyebrow playfully, attempting to hide my amusement. “Does that mean we can go grab some juice now?”Liam scowled and crossed his arms defiantly. “No juice. I’m not talking to you. I’m mad.”My expression shifted to one of mock shock. “But you just said you’re not angry with me,” I teased, trying to suppress a laugh. I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but he was so cute.Liam huffed again, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. Rising from the sofa, I enveloped him in a hug
RyanWith my eyes half-closed and my mind still clouded with sleep, I reached for my incessantly ringing phone on the nightstand. The sudden glare of the screen made me groan in annoyance.“What now?” I grumbled, answering the call.“Did I just wake up the great under-the-wire asshole who made me rise at seven in the morning for a meeting he didn’t bother showing up to?” Mark’s voice came through, laced with sarcasm.“Fuck, was that today?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and trying to muster some alertness. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”“A few minutes? It is already 11 am, dude. Are you okay?” Mark said.“What?” I exclaimed, the fog of sleep lifting abruptly. “Damn it. I overslept.”“Are you still the punctual Mr. I-am-never-late, or did aliens swap you out for a newer model?” Mark started chuckling while I got up, trying not to be annoyed at his stupid voice first thing in the morning.“Cut the crap,” I retorted, ending the call and ignoring his amusement.Running my hand through my
AmyI should be running to the hills, but here I am, spread wide on Ryan’s soft bed. The red flags are waving furiously–his obnoxious and rude behavior, and recent date with another woman–yet my brain waves goodbye to rationality.Yes, I danced with another guy, but this... this connection with Ryan feels like he’s sizzling playing with my body, soul, and spirit. Nerves and excitement course through me.I stared up at him as he gazed down at me and I tried not to have a stroke. He stands there, a formidable force, resembling a God of malice and mating. The dimly lit room enhances his dangerous aura. The room itself is virile, lacking any touch of softness, but right now, my focus is solely on the man before me.“Open your legs, baby. Take off your panties, but leave everything else on,” he commands, his voice a low, commanding rumble.His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them, filled with an unmistakable hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.“Don't make me repeat myself!” he gr
RyanMy body came alive as I felt her skin on mine. It’s like a live wire sparkling and dancing. Fuck! Thoughts in my mind were a chaotic swirl, making it impossible to make sense of anything.The thumping music and kaleidoscope lights of Vengeance faded away as we departed from the club, leaving me with a singular focus—Amy on my shoulder, her soft form pressed against me, her tempting ass close to my face, and the rhythmic drumming of her fists on my back.“Put me down,” Amy demanded, her body squirming in my grasp.I tightened my grip on her hip as I held her in the fireman’s carry. “Stop moving before I pinch this sexy ass.” My threat emerged through gritted teeth.“Don’t you dare,” she shot back, squirming once more and delivering punches to my back that felt like a fucking massage on my back.My mind popped up, an image of her massaging me sitting on my back of course both of us are naked. My already hardened cock responded with a twitch.“Put me down, Ryan, or I swear.....”Her