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ENTANGLED AFFAIRS NIGHT IN HIS EMBRACE
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hotel room snapped me awake. My head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic pulse that mirrored the shame pounding in my chest. I blinked, trying to focus, and found myself staring at Julian. He was kneeling beside the bed, a bowl of water on the nightstand, a soft, damp towel in his hand. He was gently wiping my face, his touch surprisingly tender."Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You gave yourself quite the night."I flinched at the endearment, the situation, the sheer absurdity of it all. The lingerie, the cuffs, the sheer, utter humiliation. "Get these things off me," I croaked, my throat raw. "Please."He tilted his head, his dark eyes assessing. "Of course, baby," he repeated, the word laced with a hint of amusement that sent a fresh wave of anger washing over me. He tossed the towel back into the bowl and leaned in, placing a light kiss on my forehead. It was a disturbingly intimate gesture, and I instinctively recoiled.He chuckled so
Last Updated : 2025-03-24ENTANGLED AFFAIRS GROUNDED
The Bentley purred to a stop outside our house, the ostentatious display of wealth a stark contrast to the peeling paint and overgrown lawn. Julian, ever observant, raised a sculpted eyebrow. "Charming," he murmured, the word dripping with sardonic amusement.I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "It's home." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. Home was a cage, gilded for Clara and rusted for me.The weight of the Moreau family's expectations, the suffocating pressure to be something I wasn't, lifted slightly as I stepped out of the car. I clutched the heavy, framed abstract piece Julian had bought for me at the auction, the vibrant colors a jolt of defiance against the drab landscape of my life. He'd also gifted me a ridiculously expensive watch, a cashmere sweater, and a pair of handcrafted leather boots – items I’d only ever glanced at longingly through store windows before.As I walked up the cracked driveway, I could practically feel the weight of their stares from behind the lace-cu
Last Updated : 2025-03-24ENTANGLED AFFAIRS HIS SNACK
The digital clock on my bedside table blinked 10:47 PM. Twelve hours. Twelve hours I’d spent staring at the captivating art piece Julian gifted me and the hideous wallpaper my parents had chosen – a floral monstrosity that screamed suburban mediocrity. Twelve hours of conjuring increasingly explicit fantasies about Julian, trying to drown out the echo of my mother's shrill voice calling me an ungrateful parasite.Then, my phone buzzed. Julian. My heart leaped, a traitorous thing.I swiped to answer, holding the phone to my ear as I sat up on the bed. "Hello?""Liam," Julian's voice, deep and resonant, filled the small space. It sent a shiver down my spine, a sensation I was quickly becoming addicted to. "I'm working late. The office is… unbearably dull. Thought you might want to keep me company."A thrill shot through me, quickly followed by a wave of frustration. "I can't," I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. "Mom grounded me."There was a pause, a beat of silenc
Last Updated : 2025-03-24ENTANGLED AFFAIRS MORNING WITH MR DEVONPORT ON MY MIND
The first sliver of sunlight, a traitorous spy, pierced through the gap in my curtains, landing squarely on my eyelids. I groaned, batting it away with a lazy swat of my hand. Grounded. Seriously? I was practically an adult, yet here I was, confined to my childhood bedroom like some delinquent teenager. All thanks to my disastrous attempt at playing the dutiful date at that damn art auction.My eyes fluttered open, and the memories flooded back, hot and insistent. Julian’s office, all sleek lines and muted colours, suddenly seemed like a hazy dream. But the feel of his lips on mine, the sharp intake of his breath as I nipped at his lower lip… that was no dream. That was a full-blown, Technicolor reality I was replaying in excruciating detail, and it was doing very, very inconvenient things to my body.My stomach clenched, a mixture of nerves and something akin to… excitement? I hadn't expected Julian to be so…forward. Or that I would enjoy it so much. The way he had looked at me, not
Last Updated : 2025-03-24ENTANGLED AFFAIRS DEVONPORT
The city bled into the horizon, a jagged tapestry of steel and glass viewed from the penthouse office of Julian Davenport. Julian himself stood silhouetted against the panoramic view, his posture radiating the kind of controlled power that made lesser men squirm. Inside, the air crackled with unspoken energy."The Henderson deal is finalized," Julian stated, his voice a low, resonant hum that barely registered above the city's drone. He turned from the window, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Signed, sealed, delivered."Jasper, lounging in an excessively comfortable leather chair, raised a glass of amber liquid. "To you, Julian. Another kingdom conquered." He took a slow, deliberate sip, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Although, from the look on your face, I suspect there's a dragon still guarding some treasure."Julian moved to his desk, the heavy oak groaning softly under his touch. He ran a hand through his impeccably styled hair, a rare display of agitation. "Old Man Hemmings,"
Last Updated : 2025-03-24ENTANGLED AFFAIRS CLOSING THE DEAL NEAT
The next morning, Jasper found himself standing before the imposing mahogany doors of Mr. Hemmings' office. He smoothed down his perfectly tailored suit, a subtle shade of grey that suggested understated power, and adjusted the perfectly knotted tie. He took a deep breath, channeling Julian's focused intensity, and stepped inside.The office was exactly as Julian had described: a shrine to Hemmings' golfing achievements. Trophies gleamed under the recessed lighting, each one a testament to a bygone victory on the green. Hemmings, a man whose age was etched into every wrinkle of his face, rose from behind a large oak desk, his eyes narrowed in what Jasper assumed was his default expression."Mr. Davenport," Hemmings greeted him, extending a hand. His grip was surprisingly firm, the kind that wanted to prove something. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I thought we'd covered everything in our last discussion."Jasper flashed a practiced smile, the kind that reached his eyes but didn't qui
Last Updated : 2025-03-24ENTANGLED AFFAIRS SWEET TREAT
The front door slammed shut with a satisfying thud. A week. An entire seven days I was confined to the Moreau residence. Grounded. At twenty years old. The irony wasn't lost on me, especially since I’d spent at least half those nights sneaking out to see Julian. But now, officially, freedom tasted sweeter than any stolen moment.My first act of liberation? A triple-scoop ice cream sundae from "Sweet Surrender," the only decent dessert place within a twenty-mile radius of our depressing suburban existence. I deserved a treat, a sugary reward for enduring the suffocating drama of my family. Clara, perpetually stressed about her impending nuptials, and my parents, oscillating between fawning over her and lamenting their financial woes, which, of course, were somehow always my fault.As I strolled down Main Street, the late afternoon sun warming my face, a familiar voice chirped, "Liam! Liam Moreau, is that really you?"I groaned inwardly. Please, not now. I turned to see Sarah Jenkins, a
Last Updated : 2025-03-24ENTANGLED AFFAIRS HIS VACATION HOME
"Vacation home?" I repeated, the words feeling hollow in the face of such extravagant reality. "This… this is your vacation home?" My ideal apartment barely qualifies as a permanent residence, let alone a place to escape to.Julian chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "One of them. I find the city stifling sometimes. I need space... and quiet." He glanced at me, his eyes intense. "And sometimes company."I swallowed, trying to regain my composure. "Right. Well, thanks for… inviting me."He took my hand again, his touch sending a surge of electricity through me. "Come. Let me show you around."The mansion was a masterpiece of modern architecture, all clean lines, glass walls, and open spaces. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating art pieces that probably cost more than my entire family’s net worth. We walked through the living room, which opened onto a massive terrace overlooking the ocean. The view was stunning – an endless expanse of turquoise water s
Last Updated : 2025-03-24
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ENTANGLED AFFAIRS A TRIP ABROAD
The champagne tickled my nose as I tilted the flute, watching the bubbles dance like tiny, reckless stars. First class. Of course. Only the best for the sugar baby of Clara Moreau’s fiancé. The irony tasted sweeter than the vintage.Below, the world shrunk, neatly packaged into squares of green and grey. I imagined Clara down there, probably at some society luncheon, meticulously maintaining her perfect facade. A pang, sharp and unfamiliar, pricked at my conscience. But I ruthlessly stamped it out. She had her ring, her social standing, her parents' unwavering adoration. I had… this. This gilded cage, this intoxicating game. And for now, it was more than enough.Julian sat beside me, a dark silhouette against the bright window. He was working, of course. Even at thirty thousand feet, the gears in his mind were relentlessly turning, calculating, strategizing. He hadn't said much since we boarded, just a curt "Make yourself comfortable, Liam," before burying himself in documents. But th
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS HIS CONTROL
The bubbles tickled my skin as I swirled the wine in my glass, the crimson liquid catching the light like a trapped sunset. Julian watched me from across the jacuzzi, his expression…intense. God, lately, everything had been intense. A whirlwind of places, faces, and shopping sprees that could make a Saudi prince blush. It was dizzying, intoxicating, and, if I was being honest, terrifying.“You’re quiet,” Julian said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the water."Just enjoying the…ambiance," I replied, forcing a nonchalant shrug. Ambiance, my ass. I was calculating just how much all this opulence was costing him, and how much larger the metaphorical bill I’d eventually present to the Moreau family would be.“Thinking about something specific, Liam?” He leaned forward, the water swirling around his sculpted chest. A chest that, I had to admit, I’d been getting rather familiar with lately.I took a long sip of wine. "Just wondering why you insisted on picking me up earlier. I
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS THE ONE HE HAS TIME FOR
The tires of my beat-up Corolla screeched slightly as I took the last turn, pulling into the pristine, almost offensively modern parking lot of Davenport Enterprises. A smirk played on my lips. "Let's see if Mr. Always-Too-Busy-For-Clara is too busy for a little unannounced visit from yours truly," I muttered to myself, cutting the engine.The audacity of it all made my heart pound a bit faster. I hadn't told Julian I was coming. Hell, I hadn't told anyone I was coming. Mom and Dad would have a conniption fit if they knew I was within a mile of Davenport Enterprises without Clara glued to my side, ready to snag a stray crumb of their fortune. Clara, well, she'd probably just cry. Again.The lobby was predictably sterile and imposing, all polished chrome and hushed tones. I swaggered up to the reception desk, trying to exude an air of confidence I definitely didn't feel. The receptionist, a woman whose face looked permanently sculpted into a polite frown, raised a perfectly shaped eyeb
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS BEING HIS SUGAR BABY GETS ME A PORSCHE
I guess the sweetest thing about being Julian Davenport's sugar baby is having my sister come to my room, begging me to lend her my car. The audacity. It was dripping, practically pooling, on the Persian rug Julian had also gotten me yesterday. A rug, I might add, that was probably worth more than my parents’ entire house.Clara, bless her perfectly highlighted hair, was practically vibrating with desperation. “Liam, please. It’s just for a few hours. I need to go see…the Davenports. You know, my future in-laws.”I leaned back in my desk chair, the supple leather conforming to my spine. The new car smell, which I was already getting used to, wafted from the driveway, where my brand-new Porsche gleamed under the afternoon sun. It was a cruel, magnificent sight.“Oh, the Davenports?” I drawled, feigning ignorance. “Fancy that. And why exactly do you need my car, Clara? I thought you had…options.”Her face tightened, just a fraction, but enough for me to see the crack in her polished fac
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS A GIFT TO HIS PRETTY BABY
The helicopter blades whirred to a stop, dust swirling around us as Julian helped me unbuckle. Stepping onto solid ground after a night at his ridiculously lavish vacation home felt surreal. The air, even in the city, had a crispness I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was the change of scenery, or maybe it was the way Julian’s hand lingered a little too long on my lower back as he guided me towards the waiting car.The chauffeur, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, held the door open. Julian slid in after me, the leather of the seats cool against my skin. “As discussed, James,” he said, his voice a low rumble.We rode in comfortable silence, the city blurring past the tinted windows. I was still trying to process the weekend: the sprawling estate, the private beach, the way Julian had looked at me across the dinner table, a possessive glint in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine. My initial plan felt flimsy, almost childish, compared to the complex game I was now playing.The car p
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS HIS VACATION HOME 2
"Welcome," Julian had said, and welcome it was. The vacation home was a sprawling testament to wealth and impeccable taste, yet somehow, Julian made it feel like our space. We spent the afternoon exploring the island, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and lounging on the beach. It was almost too perfect, too idyllic. A nagging voice in the back of my head kept whispering that this couldn’t last, that I didn't deserve this. But for now, I pushed it down and enjoyed the moment.As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the sky, music started drifting from the main house. Julian led me towards it, and as we got closer, I realized a party was in full swing. People I didn't recognize – beautiful, tanned, and effortlessly chic – milled around the pool, drinks in hand. My stomach clenched. This was unexpected."Don't worry," Julian murmured, sensing my apprehension. "They're just a few friends. Relax, have fun."He pulled me into the throng, introducing me to
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS HIS VACATION HOME
"Vacation home?" I repeated, the words feeling hollow in the face of such extravagant reality. "This… this is your vacation home?" My ideal apartment barely qualifies as a permanent residence, let alone a place to escape to.Julian chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "One of them. I find the city stifling sometimes. I need space... and quiet." He glanced at me, his eyes intense. "And sometimes company."I swallowed, trying to regain my composure. "Right. Well, thanks for… inviting me."He took my hand again, his touch sending a surge of electricity through me. "Come. Let me show you around."The mansion was a masterpiece of modern architecture, all clean lines, glass walls, and open spaces. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating art pieces that probably cost more than my entire family’s net worth. We walked through the living room, which opened onto a massive terrace overlooking the ocean. The view was stunning – an endless expanse of turquoise water s
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS SWEET TREAT
The front door slammed shut with a satisfying thud. A week. An entire seven days I was confined to the Moreau residence. Grounded. At twenty years old. The irony wasn't lost on me, especially since I’d spent at least half those nights sneaking out to see Julian. But now, officially, freedom tasted sweeter than any stolen moment.My first act of liberation? A triple-scoop ice cream sundae from "Sweet Surrender," the only decent dessert place within a twenty-mile radius of our depressing suburban existence. I deserved a treat, a sugary reward for enduring the suffocating drama of my family. Clara, perpetually stressed about her impending nuptials, and my parents, oscillating between fawning over her and lamenting their financial woes, which, of course, were somehow always my fault.As I strolled down Main Street, the late afternoon sun warming my face, a familiar voice chirped, "Liam! Liam Moreau, is that really you?"I groaned inwardly. Please, not now. I turned to see Sarah Jenkins, a
ENTANGLED AFFAIRS CLOSING THE DEAL NEAT
The next morning, Jasper found himself standing before the imposing mahogany doors of Mr. Hemmings' office. He smoothed down his perfectly tailored suit, a subtle shade of grey that suggested understated power, and adjusted the perfectly knotted tie. He took a deep breath, channeling Julian's focused intensity, and stepped inside.The office was exactly as Julian had described: a shrine to Hemmings' golfing achievements. Trophies gleamed under the recessed lighting, each one a testament to a bygone victory on the green. Hemmings, a man whose age was etched into every wrinkle of his face, rose from behind a large oak desk, his eyes narrowed in what Jasper assumed was his default expression."Mr. Davenport," Hemmings greeted him, extending a hand. His grip was surprisingly firm, the kind that wanted to prove something. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I thought we'd covered everything in our last discussion."Jasper flashed a practiced smile, the kind that reached his eyes but didn't qui
