A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead!
***His feet led him to the spacious garden. Despite the lively party music playing inside the house, the pounding of his heart was the loudest sound he heard now."Wow, it's beautiful, Theory!" Heather exclaimed as she opened the box."I know you love jewelry," said the guy, who was now holding the necklace to fit it around Heather's neck."Not really, but if it's from you, I'll surely love it." She touched the heart pendant, her happiness evident."What are you talking about? You told me that you loved jewelry when we were kids!" Theory tickled Heather until they were both laughing."I can't remember it, Theory," Heather gasped for breath, causing the young man to feel her warm breath on his neck.No one knew that this would be the beginning of something special."Are you still single?" Theory asked, his voice filled with longing.Heather looked into his eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "What?"Theory inched closer, his hand gently brushing her hair. "Don't tell me you forgot our deal?"Heather's heart raced as she whispered, "What deal?"Theory began to speak, his words a tender caress. "Here, in this very place, 10 years ago, we made a promise before I left for Singapore."Her laughter filled the air, a sweet melody that tugged at his heart. "That's crazy! Of course, I could never forget that."Their faces drew nearer, their breaths mingling in the warm evening air. "So, are you still a virgin?" Theory asked, his voice barely audible."What? That's so... frank." Heather met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of innocence and desire. "Yeah, how about you?"A longing sigh escaped Theory's lips as he confessed, "Hell, yeah."Their lips drew closer, the world around them fading into obscurity. "Did you reserve it just for me?" Heather asked, her voice a whisper that carried the weight of years of anticipation.Theory smiled, a look of love and longing in his eyes. "Kinda...""Theory, do you have a girlfriend?" Heather's voice trembled with desire. She couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through her veins as she looked up at him.Atlas smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "If I fuck you now, you will be my first," he replied, his fingers trailing lightly along the curve of her waist.Heather's heart raced in her chest as she hesitated for a moment. The weight of what Atlas had just said hung in the air, daring her to make a decision. She knew that giving in to temptation would be an intoxicating experience, one she had dreamt about for so long."I am true to my words, Theory," Heather replied, her voice dripping with desire and determination. "My feelings when we were kids didn't change. I'm willing to do my promise."Without another word spoken between them, they surrendered themselves to the primal urge that had consumed them since childhood. The garden filled with the scent of sex and lustful desires as they thrust towards each other.Atlas walked away, his heart shattered into a million pieces, the sounds of Heather's moans echoing in his ears. Unbeknownst to him, the bouquet of flowers he had brought for Heather lay abandoned on the ground.Heather had lied.A terrible, devastating lie.She had falsely claimed to be a virgin, when in fact, she had already given herself to someone else, and that someone happened to be him. But if that lie would make her childhood best friend, Theory, happy she'd be up for it with no second thoughts. She had done it in the hope that this lie would bring her closer to fulfilling her deepest desires to Theory, even if it meant sacrificing everything, including the kind-hearted man named Atlas, whom she had just callously dumped.With no strength left, and what little remained slowly draining away, Atlas was just a few steps away from his car, yet it felt like an insurmountable distance.Meanwhile, before the heavy rain poured down, Theory and Heather had already made their way to the bedroom. They couldn't be stopped, their burning desires and hungry lips as they ascended the stairs, paying no mind to the partygoers in Theory's house.The pounding rain outside didn't concern them, drowned out by the blaring party music that only fueled their passion, even as they indulged in party pills and various kinds of alcohol.Atlas, standing outside, now had his eyes synchronized with the falling raindrops on his body. He had never felt this hurt before, and there was a sense of regret and self-loathing, not directed at the woman, but at himself.If only he were born rich, a billionaire, perhaps Heather would have liked him. Even though he wanted to proudly declare to Heather that he was the new CEO of Daze Inc. after the late Mr. Connor, he knew deep down that this wealth didn't come from his sweat and blood. It had suddenly arrived and been entrusted to him, something he needed to nurture and grow.Atlas had five minutes in the rain, drenched, lost in the roar of thunder and the flash of lightning. He was soaked when he finally got back into his car. He wasn't heading home, but to the nearest bar where he could drown his sorrows.When he spotted the bar, he retrieved clothes from his car's compartment and quickly changed inside the vehicle. He put on briefs, pants, and a black T-shirt. He also wore shades and a black cap because he was no longer just an ordinary guy. He had a big name to protect-his own and the reputation of Mr. Connor and the company.Meanwhile, as he was fully dressed, Heather and Theory were busy shedding their clothing. First came off their shirts, followed by their pants until they were both left in their underwear.A/N: Mature content ahead. The names of the characters in this English language version of story has been changed. ***In the midst of a hazy Friday morning, the mansion held an air of quiet anticipation. Mr. Connor Chen, the CEO of Daze Inc., Ms. Lydia Chen's husband, had yet to return. This temporal respite meant a clandestine interlude lay ahead, a stolen moment between Lydia and their chauffeur, Gael Li. The connection between them smoldered like a secret ember, with Lydia harboring a web of deceit that wove its threads through months of infidelity.Ms. Lydia's heart was a tapestry, woven with threads of love for Mr. Connor, threads that lay side by side with the silk strands of her secret affair. But these threads remained unknown to Mr. Connor, who believed in the sanctity of their bond. He was oblivious to the twist of Ms. Lydia's duplicity, her midnight rendezvous veiled behind meticulous care to avoid discovery.Yet, the heart has its own way of pulsating truth, even through
The road was busier than the entrepreneurs opening their various stores and establishments. However, no one was more preoccupied than , who had been rushing about since early morning on this crucial day.He flagged down a taxi, boarded it, and disembarked, repeating the process. But suddenly, the course of his life, which had been the same for several days, took an unexpected turn.A loud honk interrupted his stride across the road. Startled, he glanced up, causing his stack of resumes and application letters to go flying, along with the precious regular McCafe Hot Coffee he had been sipping, which jolted him awake as it spilled onto his pristine white long sleeves.As he stooped to pick up the scattered papers, an elderly driver stepped down from the bus that had stopped him in his tracks. The old man observed Atlas, as if assessing the young man's physical appearance: tall, handsome, fair-skinned, and with a well-built physique. These were the only things Mr. Connor noticed about hi
Fortunately, Atlas' reflexes proved swifter than the airborne carrots. He effortlessly snatched them out of the air with a single, deft hand. In a matter of minutes, their shopping cart had become laden with groceries, a testament to their efficiency."Are you finished, Ms. Heather?" Atlas inquired."Yes, let's head to the checkout and pay," Heather replied.Atlas promptly guided their cart toward the checkout lanes. He kept an eye on the time, mindful that his employer might be growing hungry or impatient. It was crucial for him to demonstrate his competence, securing his newfound employment."Thank goodness the lines aren't too long," Atlas remarked as they exited the mall, the cart of groceries a testament to their successful mission.As they reached the parking area, Heather inquired, "Is your workplace nearby?" Her question held a note of earnest curiosity as Atlas loaded the groceries into the car's backseat."Yes, it's quite close. You won't have to worry about motion sickness
A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead!***"No! I'll just walk!" Heather resisted, trying to wriggle out of Atlas' firm grasp. "Atlas, let me go!"The young man effortlessly helped the girl into the car and placed her in the passenger seat, the door clicking shut with ease.Atlas pulled the door shut. "Come on, where are you headed? Just tell me.""Take me here," the girl said, rolling her eyes at Atlas and showing him the address on her phone screen."Sure thing, madame," Atlas replied, keeping his cool and maintaining his easygoing demeanor.After a few minutes, they arrived in front of a towering building. Heather got out of the car, leaving Atlas behind, not knowing that she was being followed.An hour and a half later, a happy Heather returned, looking for Atlas. She entered the car, which had been waiting, and noticed that he was carrying some takeout food from a fast-food joint.Excited to share her news, she began, "You won't believe it.""Believe what?" Atlas asked."I pa
A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead!***Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward with a force that made Heather gasp in both pain and ecstasy. Their bodies met with a primal connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both.Heather's body trembled as Atlas thrust into her, his cock filling her tightness. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves of sensation coursing through her, making her moan in a way she never had before. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that would be reminders of their encounter.Atlas continued to pound into Heather, his movements becoming more aggressive and urgent. It was as if he was trying to reclaim a lost territory, claiming her as his own. Heather felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, fueled by the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.But amidst the intense physicality, there was a lingering hesitation in Heather's mind-an uncertain whisper that questioned whether this