Zoey p.o.v He isn't playing around anymore. “I'd like you to fuck it out of me, if you can.” I challenged, my pulse racing in my throat. “Then sit on the desk, spread your legs and show me what's mine.” Oh God, I'm so dripping. I grab the band of my panties and pushes it down my legs, kicking it off. Marco's eyes immediately dropped, he sucks in a hard breath. I sat on the desk, and open my legs wider. “It looks like you already came, that's how wet you're for me.” He stared intensive and openly at my cunt. He loosened his belt and undo his buttons and zipper swiftly, his hard erection sprang out ready for motion. Marco waste no time in filling me up, I embrace the fullness of his cock. “Look at you, at my mercy.” Marco chuckled darkly. He has to be an asshole because my body works like he own it. And he knew that. His pace was fast and aggressive, hitting me deeply in my core. With this rate, I don't think I can last long. He pulled out only to have me bent over th
Zoey p.o.vAfter Marco stormed off on me in the office, I wasn't able to concentrate properly anymore. His sudden outburst had caught me completely off guard, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt and confusion that lingered in the air.I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to the exchange we had just moments ago. I was unable to understand why he had reacted so strongly, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for his anger.Was it about Abel? Or something else.I know calling him would be useless, I will allow him to calm down. We will talk about it at home. “My goodness.” I groan.A knock on the door distracted me, I muttered a come in and Abel stuck his head in."Ma'am, you called me." He fully steps in, after confirming that Marco isn't in sight. "Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day.""Ok, ma." He faltered, unsure of my request. "Are you alright ma'am." His voice is thick his concern, so was his eyes."Yes, you can leave." I dismissed."
Zoey's p.o.v“Really?” I ask in disbelief. “Is that all you have to say to me after you storm out on me yesterday? Or when you came back home at 2am drunk and wasted?” I yelled angrily. He didn't say anything, rather he seems unfazed by my words. I waited for him to give a response, anything even a silly excuse, but I got nothing.“What now? You're not going to say anything?” I was getting all the more pissed.I need an explanation for his behavior yesterday, and why he came home drunk.“I don't have time for this.” He scoffed, like I'm being ridiculous.He doesn't have time for this? He doesn't have time for this, what is that supposed to mean? That I'm nagging?“The hell you don't have time for this shit.” I threw at him.“Watch your mouth, woman.” He warned. We should be discussing his behavior of yesterday, but here he is warning me to mind my language.“Like hell, I care about my words.” This is getting ridiculously frustrating.Why is he behaving like this? This is unlike the M
Zoey's p.o.vI stood outside my parents house, listening to their familiar bickering. It was a sound that had been a constant in my life for as long as I could remember, and strangely enough, I found myself enjoying it.“I always have to remind you countlessly before you take the waste bin out, Harrison ?” my mom's voice came from inside the house.“I do my best, but you always find something to complain about,” my dad shot back. He voices sounded so relaxed, he must have gotten used to this routine too.I couldn't help but smile at their banter. It was like a well-rehearsed play that they performed every day, with the same lines and the same dramatic flair.“You know, Harrison, if you just listened to me once in a while, maybe we wouldn't have these problems,” my mom said, his tone exasperated.Mom has missed out on this part of her life, for six long, agonizing years. They went through the struggle of separation all to keep this daughter of theirs safe, sometimes I wonder how they w
Marco's p.o.v“Come in.”The door cracked open, I didn't bother to look up. “Don.” Matthew called, waiting for permission to speak, I nod for him to continue. “Someone is here to see you.” He informed.“Not interested.” I simply dismissed. I don't have the time for any of those greedy businessmen, who are only interested in doing business with me just to rip me off.“You might want to see him, Don.” Matthew insisted.Oh? Then this must be an interesting person, I leaned into my swivel chair and adjusted myself and took a deep breath.Getting tired of Matthew's anticipating stare as he awaits my response, I took a calm exhale. “Who?”“Michael Bruce.”Michael Bruce? Why is he here? Michael is a forty-four years old, who's recently awarded three star general for his braveness and service to the country.He was stationed here years ago, and has been popular for his strict transformation in the military. I got an invitation for his ceremonial award, but I didn't go for the event.“Let hi
Marco's p.o.v “Ever heard of the word 'undercover'?” “That's here you come in.” He said with ease, smirking as if he just won a battle. “Uh_Ah.” I chuckled. This is a set-up, if I can successfully complete the mission he will get credits for it and be considered brave. And possibly a promotion, this was a case assigned to him. And if I fail, he will use me as an escape, and tell the world he managed arrested the world most feared criminal. Wow, what a great achievement. Even I'm swept off by his logic. “Leave, I will think over it.” “I knew I could count on you, I hope to receive a reply soon, their lives are on the line.” He stretch out his hand for a handshake. “Don't forget to take the cheque with you.” I look away, letting him know that I'm not his acquaintance. “Of course.” “I need information about him, everything single details on my desk by tomorrow. And the case too, find out about it.” I instructed once Michael was out the door. I require dirt's on
Zoey p.o.vThe bar was dimly lit, the soft glow of the neon signs casting a warm hue over the room. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter from the people in bar. At the bar, a man sat alone, nursing a drink as he stared into the distance. He took a sip of his drink, the liquid burning his throat.Myself and my friends, Tracy, Maya, Lucy, and Sophie were at a table in the corner of the bar, out of any unnecessary attention.After I dropped Adriano at my parents, I came straight here. The girls and I are having our usual hangout, Sophie is responsible for picking the location for our hangout. And of all places to pick, she decided we should go to a bar, and that too in a place like this. This area of the city is where you can find all kinds of criminals, smokers, drunks, street fighters, thieves and what not.“He's planning our next date, I have no idea where he's taking us. I'm so excited for it.” Tracy gushed
Zoey p.o.vWe arrived at the venue. The Haven is the biggest event center here in Seattle. There are small chandeliers hanging around the patio, and sides of the hall, illuminating the surroundings and displaying the grandness of the hall.Marco alighted the car first, and carefully helped me down. I heaved a deep sigh at the frustratingly downside to all these dresses, your movements are limited, like needing help to alight the car.I glanced down at myself, the corset smashed my stomach making my curves more outlined. Tracy added a last-minute touch up to the sleeves, creating a slit in them to display half of my arms, the extra cloth dangles around my elbows when I move.It really does make a significant impact on the dress.My make-up and hair were perfectly done by Hannah, so my look is definitely outstanding.Marco's arm around my waist was difficult to ignore, it was a clear warning to others to steer clear. His intentions were swiftly understood as we entered the hall, a serie