Tristin“ You said you didn’t want to climb the ladder this way before… ” I blurt before I can stop myself.My help? She needs my help… The anger turns into something else—something like a stroke of deep-rooted satisfaction. It makes me shift in my seat again, my cock straining against my pants now. It’s too hard to hold back.“ I…don’t want to climb the ladder or anything like that. I am not asking you to favor us unconditionally. If you think our designs are up to your requirements, we just need you to consider us. That’s all the help we need. If you give us this chance, we will— ” “ Is it I or we? ” I rise from my seat and round the table.She leans back, her mouth parting and a breath leaving it. “ what? ”“ Who am I helping? ” I place my hand on the desk and lean down, my body tingling with the need to have her again.She has come to me for help. For the first time since she started that company. She doesn’t realize how important it is for her to say it’s her who needs me. I c
GraceMy scream fades into breathy gasps, my body arching against the desk as he grips my hips, pulling me closer to his body. The heat between us is unbearable—my skin flushed and damp, my trembling body molding perfectly to his hard one.“ God, you feel…so damn good… ” Tristin growls, his voice rough, barely human. I only get a moment to breathe. And then, he is moving at an animalistic pace. The office air becomes thick with the sound of our bodies colliding, of my soft moans blending with his harsh breathing.I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I don’t know why he is gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, or why he is thrusting inside me like he wants to lodge himself deep in there. But I know…this feels so good. My hands claw at the desk, my nails scraping the smooth surface as I try to brace herself. But it’s not enough. My body slides up on the desk with each thrust, sending tremors down my back. “ Tristin—” I gasp, my voice breaking on his name. “ Slower…please…”He hear
TristinShe has no idea what’s going through my head. The more I take from her, the more I need. It’s an endless need, an itch that can never get scratched completely. And when she looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes, as if she is not the reason I am being dragged through hell, my control snaps again.I focus on her body trembling beneath me, on her breath hitching as I shove inside her without warning, on the way her slick pussy clenches around me in desperate protest.I do not give her time to adjust. I do not give her time to breathe.A strangled moan escapes her throat as I grip her thighs, spreading her wide on my desk, leaving her no room to escape. Her nails scratch against the desk, trying to find some spot to hold, trying to ground herself as I slam into her over and over again. Her back arches, but I do not slow down. I cannot.She has finally done this. She made me like this.My jaw tightens, my fingers digging into her inner thighs. Her body shudders beneath my p
Tristin“ Why are you—mad at me now? ” She croaks, her wrists struggling beneath my tight grip.Realizing it, I release her and grab her hips instead. Her hands drop to my shoulders and shake slightly.“ Tristin… ”I swallow, not saying anything. How do I even begin to tell her that her ex-husband is sending me pictures of their naked bodies pressed together, threatening me with them, and making sure my hands remain tied?I…She put me in this position. But I can’t bring myself to tell her the truth or get her involved. Lost in my thoughts, I almost miss it when a knock sounds on the door. But she does.“ Tristin, someone is here. Hurry up, get off me. ” Grace squeals.My lips twitch as I push myself up, and look down at her, spread on my desk, my cum dripping down her hole, and my cock still inside her. The sight is enough to get me hard again.The door behind me opens. She sits up and hides her face in my chest. The anger inside me melts as I realize she still seeks me for protecti
GraceI sit on his desk for what feels like forever, staring at the door Tristin just disappeared behind.He was hell-bent on devouring me just some time ago. And when I brought that girl up, he just…left me behind. My fingers curl around the edge of the desk. My legs feel weak, my skin still tingling from his touch. But my chest is tight, my breath uneven. The way he looked at me before leaving…Distant. Cold. Like I was a burden.It makes no sense.Just days ago, we had made up. After everything that happened at the event, after the arguments, after the pain—he had held me. He kissed me like he would never let go. He told me everything was fine.Now, it feels like a dream.But it was not. We did make up. We did talk. We discussed things. Everything was fine as he said. Then why is he acting like this now?My guts twist. Suspicion creeps in, slow and poisonous. I clench my jaw and force myself to swallow down the hurt, the jealousy, the anger clawing at my insides.Something is wr
GraceWhat was I expecting? I have searched every corner of our room but haven’t found that bracelet anywhere. I shouldn’t have even looked for it. Because no one can custom make MY design, engrave it with his initials, and then gift it to Serena. The one she wore…That bracelet belongs to my husband.I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the floor. There are no thoughts in my mind. It seems like a long time has passed since I came home and turned our walk-in closest upside down to look for that bracelet. But the shock has not worn off.One side of me believes that I am falling into another trap. Maybe Ethan has something to do with Serena, too. She could have stolen that bracelet and deliberately flaunted it in front of me.I rise from my bed and nod to myself. That’s it. I need to tell Tristin about it. He will figure this out.There is no way he gave it to that bitch.I grab my phone and dial his number. It keeps ringing…and ringing.But he doesn’t pick up.I dial his numbe
GraceJust as I am about to give up, my phone vibrates. My heart jumps to my throat.I grab it without thinking, pressing it to my ear. “ Where are you, Tristin? ” My voice is quiet, almost desperate. “ Why are not you home yet? I have been waiting— ”A soft chuckle comes from the other end. It’s not Tristin.I sigh, rubbing my forehead. “ Ania. ”“ I could hear the disappointment in your voice… ” She teases, but her tone is gentle. “ Sorry, I am not your husband. ”I force a small smile, even though she can’t see me. “ It’s fine. ”“ How are you? ” She asks.“ I am okay,” I say automatically. Then I shake my head. “ I mean… I don’t know. It’s been a long day. ”Ania hums knowingly. “T ell me about it. Luca is barely home these days. It’s so boring without him. ”I sit up slightly. I don’t know what to tell her about my day, so I change the topic. “ How are you feeling, Ania? I heard from Mom that you were given a new due date. When is it? ”“ Two days. ”I blink. “ That soon? ”“ Ye
Grace“ She is back. Sign the divorce and end this. ” Ethan says, cold and indifferent.Now, I understand that one incident can change your life forever.Three years ago, an incident like that turned my life upside down when my sister fled her wedding, leaving me to marry her fiancé.But, I loved him so I didn’t consider it a bad incident. Instead, it was a stroke of luck that the man I adored became my husband.But today, another incident awaits me. The life I built is on the verge of destruction.I stare at him in disbelief. He doesn’t look like the man who doted on me for three years. He looks like the man who can’t stand me because he wants to be with another woman.I look down at the Divorce Agreement placed on the table. My heart twists painfully.It’s funny how a signature can bind you into a marriage—a relationship you are supposed to cherish with all you have. But a signature can also end this relationship as if it were always fragile and meaningless.“ Please—Please don’t do
GraceJust as I am about to give up, my phone vibrates. My heart jumps to my throat.I grab it without thinking, pressing it to my ear. “ Where are you, Tristin? ” My voice is quiet, almost desperate. “ Why are not you home yet? I have been waiting— ”A soft chuckle comes from the other end. It’s not Tristin.I sigh, rubbing my forehead. “ Ania. ”“ I could hear the disappointment in your voice… ” She teases, but her tone is gentle. “ Sorry, I am not your husband. ”I force a small smile, even though she can’t see me. “ It’s fine. ”“ How are you? ” She asks.“ I am okay,” I say automatically. Then I shake my head. “ I mean… I don’t know. It’s been a long day. ”Ania hums knowingly. “T ell me about it. Luca is barely home these days. It’s so boring without him. ”I sit up slightly. I don’t know what to tell her about my day, so I change the topic. “ How are you feeling, Ania? I heard from Mom that you were given a new due date. When is it? ”“ Two days. ”I blink. “ That soon? ”“ Ye
GraceWhat was I expecting? I have searched every corner of our room but haven’t found that bracelet anywhere. I shouldn’t have even looked for it. Because no one can custom make MY design, engrave it with his initials, and then gift it to Serena. The one she wore…That bracelet belongs to my husband.I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the floor. There are no thoughts in my mind. It seems like a long time has passed since I came home and turned our walk-in closest upside down to look for that bracelet. But the shock has not worn off.One side of me believes that I am falling into another trap. Maybe Ethan has something to do with Serena, too. She could have stolen that bracelet and deliberately flaunted it in front of me.I rise from my bed and nod to myself. That’s it. I need to tell Tristin about it. He will figure this out.There is no way he gave it to that bitch.I grab my phone and dial his number. It keeps ringing…and ringing.But he doesn’t pick up.I dial his numbe
GraceI sit on his desk for what feels like forever, staring at the door Tristin just disappeared behind.He was hell-bent on devouring me just some time ago. And when I brought that girl up, he just…left me behind. My fingers curl around the edge of the desk. My legs feel weak, my skin still tingling from his touch. But my chest is tight, my breath uneven. The way he looked at me before leaving…Distant. Cold. Like I was a burden.It makes no sense.Just days ago, we had made up. After everything that happened at the event, after the arguments, after the pain—he had held me. He kissed me like he would never let go. He told me everything was fine.Now, it feels like a dream.But it was not. We did make up. We did talk. We discussed things. Everything was fine as he said. Then why is he acting like this now?My guts twist. Suspicion creeps in, slow and poisonous. I clench my jaw and force myself to swallow down the hurt, the jealousy, the anger clawing at my insides.Something is wr
Tristin“ Why are you—mad at me now? ” She croaks, her wrists struggling beneath my tight grip.Realizing it, I release her and grab her hips instead. Her hands drop to my shoulders and shake slightly.“ Tristin… ”I swallow, not saying anything. How do I even begin to tell her that her ex-husband is sending me pictures of their naked bodies pressed together, threatening me with them, and making sure my hands remain tied?I…She put me in this position. But I can’t bring myself to tell her the truth or get her involved. Lost in my thoughts, I almost miss it when a knock sounds on the door. But she does.“ Tristin, someone is here. Hurry up, get off me. ” Grace squeals.My lips twitch as I push myself up, and look down at her, spread on my desk, my cum dripping down her hole, and my cock still inside her. The sight is enough to get me hard again.The door behind me opens. She sits up and hides her face in my chest. The anger inside me melts as I realize she still seeks me for protecti
TristinShe has no idea what’s going through my head. The more I take from her, the more I need. It’s an endless need, an itch that can never get scratched completely. And when she looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes, as if she is not the reason I am being dragged through hell, my control snaps again.I focus on her body trembling beneath me, on her breath hitching as I shove inside her without warning, on the way her slick pussy clenches around me in desperate protest.I do not give her time to adjust. I do not give her time to breathe.A strangled moan escapes her throat as I grip her thighs, spreading her wide on my desk, leaving her no room to escape. Her nails scratch against the desk, trying to find some spot to hold, trying to ground herself as I slam into her over and over again. Her back arches, but I do not slow down. I cannot.She has finally done this. She made me like this.My jaw tightens, my fingers digging into her inner thighs. Her body shudders beneath my p
GraceMy scream fades into breathy gasps, my body arching against the desk as he grips my hips, pulling me closer to his body. The heat between us is unbearable—my skin flushed and damp, my trembling body molding perfectly to his hard one.“ God, you feel…so damn good… ” Tristin growls, his voice rough, barely human. I only get a moment to breathe. And then, he is moving at an animalistic pace. The office air becomes thick with the sound of our bodies colliding, of my soft moans blending with his harsh breathing.I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I don’t know why he is gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, or why he is thrusting inside me like he wants to lodge himself deep in there. But I know…this feels so good. My hands claw at the desk, my nails scraping the smooth surface as I try to brace herself. But it’s not enough. My body slides up on the desk with each thrust, sending tremors down my back. “ Tristin—” I gasp, my voice breaking on his name. “ Slower…please…”He hear
Tristin“ You said you didn’t want to climb the ladder this way before… ” I blurt before I can stop myself.My help? She needs my help… The anger turns into something else—something like a stroke of deep-rooted satisfaction. It makes me shift in my seat again, my cock straining against my pants now. It’s too hard to hold back.“ I…don’t want to climb the ladder or anything like that. I am not asking you to favor us unconditionally. If you think our designs are up to your requirements, we just need you to consider us. That’s all the help we need. If you give us this chance, we will— ” “ Is it I or we? ” I rise from my seat and round the table.She leans back, her mouth parting and a breath leaving it. “ what? ”“ Who am I helping? ” I place my hand on the desk and lean down, my body tingling with the need to have her again.She has come to me for help. For the first time since she started that company. She doesn’t realize how important it is for her to say it’s her who needs me. I c
TristinMy gaze lands on her long legs, clad in a black pencil skirt. Then, lift to a white silk blouse that hugs her figure, highlighting her boobs that have grown bigger after giving birth to our son.“ Tristin… ” She calls my name, a little too squeaky.My gaze snaps up to meet her innocent black eyes, and I freeze. If I just look into her eyes…I will forget about the pictures, about the sting in my bones, and the anger in my blood.But the moment I focus on her nervous smile, her soft lips…I am pulled back into the spiral of memories. The marks on her body, the face in the pictures, the scent on her…It’s all too much.“ What are you doing here? ” I inquire, my voice louder and harsher than I intended.Her smile drops. She flinches and pauses, unsure of what she should do.I notice the way her shoulders drop, her hands shake, her mouth opens and closes as if she is trying to find the right thing to say…The sense of self-loathing rises inside me. I want to punch myself in the face
TristinI stare at the pictures lying on my desk as Luca continues. “ He is doing this to rile you up. He wants to drive a wedge between you and Mrs. Roberto. ”I tilt my head and try to take my eyes off them, but I can’t. It’s one thing to know the truth but it’s another to appease a man’s ego with it.I know Grace has done nothing wrong. Yet, the man in me feels wounded every time I am forced to see her in another man’s arms in some fucked up pictures.I pick up the first picture and stare at her peacefully sleeping face. The blanket is pulled down to her bare upper chest, and his arm is snaked around it. He is hugging her from behind, holding her as close as he can.I let it drop from my fingers and glance at the other one. He didn’t forget to have someone click a picture of them having lunch—Alone.Curling my hands in a fist, I take my eyes off the similar pictures and look out the window. The clouds are rumbling. It’s about to rain.“ Boss, you shouldn’t— ”“ He is not trying to