YVONNEI rolled my eyes at him when our gazes met through our reflection on the elevator wall. He didn't say anything, but his arm snaked behind my waist. He didn't let me go even when we stepped out of the elevator.A shiny, black limousine was waiting for us outside the building. His bodyguard opened the door. He helped me in before sitting beside me, his hand resting on my exposed thigh. A trail of heat coursed from his palm, spreading throughout my skin.I shifted in my seat, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down. I will take this as a test.Dr. Chapin has already prescribed antidepressants for me. I've been taking it religiously, along with our frequent sessions. Her first diagnosis was that I had complex post-traumatic stress disorder. She said I developed it from the prolonged exposure to traumatic events.My panic attacks and hypersexuality were just manifestations of my long-term trauma.Our talks had really helped me understand myself better. I am slowly learning
VLADIMIRShe looked terrified when I called her name. But the expression quickly vanished from her face, replaced by a confident smile as she strode towards the stage.I walked to meet her on the stairs to help her up. Her hand was ice cold when I held it."Relax," I whispered as we walked to where the microphone was.I heard her audible gasp. I squeezed her hand gently to remind her that I would be with her the whole time. She put on her best smile when she finally stood in front of the crowd. Had I not felt how cold her hands were, I wouldn't have thought she was nervous."Hello everyone," she chirped energetically while scanning the crowd with her eyes. "To our executives and directors, distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you're all having a great time tonight."She glanced at me. I smiled at her encouragingly before she looked back at our audience."I am extremely excited to take on this new role," she stated in a clear voice. "This is a moment of personal honor fo
VLADIMIR"But," her voice died down with a gasp when I let my fingers work up to her bare, hairless crotch.It felt smooth to the touch. I wonder what treatments were done to achieve it. Or was it natural? I doubt it. The ring must have made women undergo a laser hair removal or something.Her breathing hitched as I slowly traced her slit with my fingertips. I gently massaged it, tentatively teasing her opening but not going in."Vlad," she mewled. Her voice was muffled when she shoved her face to my chest.She whimpered when I taunted her clit by drawing circles around the tight nub with the pad of my index finger. She buried her face into my chest even more, her hands clutched tightly on my suit.I kept my head straight, making sure no one would notice what I was doing even though the thought of somebody catching us added to the thrill of it all.I slowly caressed her slit with my middle finger while still playing with her clit. She was already drenched. I could feel her juices comin
YVONNEI can't believe we're doing this in the middle of all these people!What has gotten into him? Hypocrite. His voice echoed in my head. Damn, he's right. I knew this was wrong on so many levels, but here I am, already on the verge of reaching my climax.My hips instinctively moved along with his harsh strokes. He was hitting something inside me. Something that I thought was only a legend for a long time.He wrapped his other arm around my waist, holding me firmly in place as if preparing me for what was coming. "Vlad," I whispered before biting his chest, trying my best to stop myself from moaning with complete abandon.I could feel the pressure intensifying as his fingers attacked me with precision, hitting that spot again and again. The tension between my hips built rapidly until finally, it snapped and exploded. I was hit by wave after wave of exquisite pleasure.I limped against him as my body seemed to explode into a million pieces. My whole body quivered while recovering
YVONNEHow could that be? I know what I saw.It was her! I couldn't be wrong. I couldn't just mistake her for someone else even after the years that have passed.She's been my nightmare for the longest time!She must have looked older since the last time I saw her but I would recognize her anywhere! How could I not when she resembled me so much? Staring at her felt like looking at the older version of myself.But how...Did she recognize me as well? Did she know it was me, her daughter?Yes.I was certain it was my mother standing across the street. She glared at me like I owed her. As if I was the one who sold her to a sex trafficking syndicate and not the other way around!"Is there something wrong?" Vladimir asked.I glanced at him, about to say no but he quickly cut me off."Don't try to bullshit me. I can see it on your face," he stated calmly while staring at me.I heaved out a sigh to clear my airways."I think I saw my..." I trailed off. "My mother."My mother. The words echoe
VLADIMIR"These are all the footage we got, boss," Blaze reported when I got to my office.I called him last night to get CCTV footage around the area of the gala venue. I had a bad feeling after Yvonne told me she saw her mother. I don't think that's a coincidence."I've played this part numerous times. There's nowhere else for her to go aside from this vehicle," he pointed at the screen.A black van passed the area, covering the woman standing by the street. She vanished at the same time the van drove away. But the van didn't stop to pick her up."Did you check other CCTV's?" I asked, still doubtful of the angle he's been getting at."Yes, boss," he nodded. "She wasn't caught by any other CCTV around the area.""Are you telling me, the van dropped her at the same spot where it picked her up?" I frowned."That's the only plausible explanation we could come up with," he said. "We checked earlier footage, the same unidentified black van passed by the area two hours before, but there we
YVONNEI woke up alone on the bed. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep again. The last thing I could remember was being cuddled in Vladimir's arms, feeling safe and secure.Only to wake up feeling cold and empty on my huge bed.Where did he go? Did he go back to his room?I got up to take a quick shower. And then I went outside. I don't know why I was so giddy while finding my way to the kitchen. The aroma of freshly made pancakes hit my nostrils before I even got there.I was grinning from ear to ear, but the smile on my face instantly dropped when I saw Cora preparing the table. I looked around, hoping to see Vladimir but he wasn't there.What am I even thinking? Why would he be in the kitchen? Do I really expect him to prepare breakfast for us? For... me?Well, kind of... I must have been losing my mind. I could feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Good morning!" Cora chirped when she saw me. "How was the party?""Uhm, it's fine," I forced myself to smile. "Where's Vladim
VLADIMIRI went home, still stressed about what happened this morning. The hour-long session with my therapist did nothing to pacify me. I wasn't cured. I am still impotent!I'm still the same wreck I was this morning.And the scene that I came home to didn't help at all!I found Yvonne and Dave on the balcony, sitting very close to each other. They were alone in the penthouse. Cora must have already left.Yvonne seemed to be looking at something on his iPad. I know they must be working on the presentation, but why do they need to be so close to each other? Can't they work while on opposite sides of the table?Damn it. What am I even thinking?I shook my head, hoping it would clear up if I did so."We're looking at different locations that can be suitable for the shelter," Yvonne said after recovering from the initial shock of seeing me."Sir, I am showing her the donated lands owned by the foundation," Dave added. "I see," I nodded, finally recalling the project she told me about.S