ISLAAs if reading my thoughts, he pulled me along into one of the empty bathrooms and the both of us ended up perched awkwardly on top of the john, the cold porcelain sending a shiver of anticipation through me. It wasn’t exactly the spot I’d imagined to get laid, but the tension made it oddly unforgettable. At this point, I couldn't care less. Maybe I'd remember never to take alcohol again after this encounter. He leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine, and suddenly, the surroundings didn’t seem to matter anymore not the stinging smell of paint on the walls, not the faint smell of bleach, and definitely not the fact that we were literally straddling the john like it was some kind of makeshift seat. "What do you want me to do?" He asked, his deep baritone voice sending cold shivers down my spine. I didn't remember ever being this vulnerable but shit I was horny as fuck! My pussy seemed to have a mind of its own because it was throbbing and itching badly for his membe
ISLAHe thrusted in. It wasn't a very gentle thrust. My hands gripped his shoulder and I dug my nails into his taut flesh. He began moving his hard cock in and out of me. I shut my eyes tightly, savoring the entire pleasure of this very moment. "Mmmmmh…Yeah." I murmured, my hands wrapped around him tightly as he pounded my dripping wet pussy. "You feel so fucking good!" My voice echoed resoundingly, through the walls of the bathroom. It sounded so alien to me. I met his thrust with very loud screams. The sound of my voice right now could wake the dead. His lips enclosed on my stiffened nipple, sucking on it and teasing it by circling the swollen bud with his wet tongue. His fingers dug into my butt, holding me firmly in place as he continued his assault on me. He groaned deeply as he thrusted deeper into me. His movement began creating a slapping rhythm that was pushing me crazily to an edge, making me lose my ability to form any coherent word as I kept moaning out so loudly, car
ISLATwo days later»»»»»»I sat down on the table. Breakfast was spread out on the table. In this house, it was always like a feast, I knew as soon as I was done eating, the rest food would be thrown out. My throat felt dry, I wasn't even hungry. The food didn't matter to me. What mattered was the emptiness I felt as flashes of that night came into my head. I was lost in deep thoughts.I heard someone calling out to me. I knew the person was trying to talk to me, but I wasn't really conscious of my surrounding. The voice just sounded distant. It was as though I wasn't there, like I wasn't in this house. Right now, I really wished to be anywhere but here. "Ma'am." Someone gave my shoulder a gentle shake. I broke out from my trance and looked up to find a maid in a uniform staring at me with wide eyes. "You haven't touched your food." She stated, her hand gesturing to the food laid out on the table.I swallowed a lump forming on my throat and exhaled sharply. I scanned the food again a
ISLAI kept a straight face, knowing the bee was bound to sting tantrums. "You look well." She stated, eyeing me from the corner of her eyes. "I am." I replied, trying my best to sound as plain as possible. She chuckled suddenly. "You must hate me, don't you?"I gulped back at the slapping truth. Hate was a strong word but still, I couldn't deny the fact that Mia was right, no doubt. Maybe she just wanted another reason to call an urgent meeting in order to embarrass the hell out of me again. How could someone be so annoying? I suddenly couldn't help but wonder what sort of daughter she was. I sighed and tried to keep a blank face. "Why do you think I hate you?" I asked in an accusing tone. She chuckled again and I glanced at her, a frown stretching across my face. "Then it's true, you really do hate me."A sweet smile was playing on her face at her own realization. Why exactly was she acting like she was in the seventh heavens, over the thought that I hated her? I remained q
ROBERTI sat at my desk, trying to focus on the reports Isla had completed the previous week. The numbers and charts seemed blurred together, failing to capture my attention. No matter how much I tried to immerse myself in the work, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing I was with Bryan the previous days. I sighed as I moved the swivel chair left and right, trying to catch some breath. I tapped my pen against the desk subconsciously, the little drumming sound drowning with my thoughts. I needed to see her, even if I had tried to trick myself into believing that she was just Mason's daughter and that she was more like my ward. Still, I couldn't deny the dangerous effect she had on me. I'd hate to admit that I let her get away with too many things. And that was why when she stayed locked up in her room for days, I blamed myself. I picked up the phone and pressed the button to connect to her extension. "Isla, could you come in for a moment?" I seriously tr
ISLAI wasn't expecting Robert to for once in his life make this sort of confession. It caught me completely off guard and made me all the more regretful. Instead of feeling butterflies, I felt dread worming its way into the pit of my stomach. I was rendered speechless. I should tell him that he was wrong, and that I wasn't mad at him. I should let him know the reason I was upset was because I had gotten laid, scratch that because it still sounded decent. I had gotten banged by a total stranger in a night club, while I was drunk and vulnerable. "Isla," He called, shaking me gently. I broke free from my trance and recollected myself immediately. "I don't know what to say." I said in a small voice, which was almost unrecognizable as mine. I swallowed down the heavy lump that was forming rapidly in my throat. He looked at me, concern written all over his face. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said softly.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Mia's words crosse
ISLA'S POVI gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror in my lavish walk in closet, admiring the sun-kissed burnt orange beach dress Hailey had picked out for me during our recent shopping spree. Hailey, my quirky and ever-fun-loving best friend, had meticulously crafted a list of all the adventures we were going to embark on this summer. That was so typical of her.Slipping on a pair of golden strappy sandals, I hoped Hailey would approve and wouldn’t feel the need to raid my closet in search of shoes she deemed more suitable. With an amused sigh, I mentally rolled my eyes as I picked up my phone to take a picture of the sandals, planning to send it to Hailey on WhatsApp for her verdict. Just as I was about to take the photo, a knock on the door interrupted me. "Isla, could you come downstairs for a moment?" My father's voice called out. It was calm, but with a hint of urgency that made my heart skip a beat.I couldn't help but wonder what he needed to tell me. It was so unli
ISLA'S POVTwo weeks ago, my parents made one of the best decisions they could have for me. They decided that I move in with Robert. Ever since that moment, I had been eagerly counting down the days until it finally became a reality. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and more than once, I found myself tempted to call Robert, just to double-check if he truly meant it, or if he was simply giving in to my parents' pressure. I knew how persuasive they could be when they really wanted something. But, honestly, I wasn’t going to let that bother me.I had been dreaming of this day for so long.Still on my dilemma, my phone rang, and the name "Dad" appeared on the screen, accompanied by a single heart emoji. My heart skipped a beat."Hey, Dad!" I answered, my voice light and cheerful. I couldn't help the surge of happiness that had been with me ever since I received their approval to move in with Robert. "Hey Isla, how are you doing? Have you packed everything? Don’t forget to leave a
ISLAI wasn't expecting Robert to for once in his life make this sort of confession. It caught me completely off guard and made me all the more regretful. Instead of feeling butterflies, I felt dread worming its way into the pit of my stomach. I was rendered speechless. I should tell him that he was wrong, and that I wasn't mad at him. I should let him know the reason I was upset was because I had gotten laid, scratch that because it still sounded decent. I had gotten banged by a total stranger in a night club, while I was drunk and vulnerable. "Isla," He called, shaking me gently. I broke free from my trance and recollected myself immediately. "I don't know what to say." I said in a small voice, which was almost unrecognizable as mine. I swallowed down the heavy lump that was forming rapidly in my throat. He looked at me, concern written all over his face. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said softly.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Mia's words crosse
ROBERTI sat at my desk, trying to focus on the reports Isla had completed the previous week. The numbers and charts seemed blurred together, failing to capture my attention. No matter how much I tried to immerse myself in the work, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing I was with Bryan the previous days. I sighed as I moved the swivel chair left and right, trying to catch some breath. I tapped my pen against the desk subconsciously, the little drumming sound drowning with my thoughts. I needed to see her, even if I had tried to trick myself into believing that she was just Mason's daughter and that she was more like my ward. Still, I couldn't deny the dangerous effect she had on me. I'd hate to admit that I let her get away with too many things. And that was why when she stayed locked up in her room for days, I blamed myself. I picked up the phone and pressed the button to connect to her extension. "Isla, could you come in for a moment?" I seriously tr
ISLAI kept a straight face, knowing the bee was bound to sting tantrums. "You look well." She stated, eyeing me from the corner of her eyes. "I am." I replied, trying my best to sound as plain as possible. She chuckled suddenly. "You must hate me, don't you?"I gulped back at the slapping truth. Hate was a strong word but still, I couldn't deny the fact that Mia was right, no doubt. Maybe she just wanted another reason to call an urgent meeting in order to embarrass the hell out of me again. How could someone be so annoying? I suddenly couldn't help but wonder what sort of daughter she was. I sighed and tried to keep a blank face. "Why do you think I hate you?" I asked in an accusing tone. She chuckled again and I glanced at her, a frown stretching across my face. "Then it's true, you really do hate me."A sweet smile was playing on her face at her own realization. Why exactly was she acting like she was in the seventh heavens, over the thought that I hated her? I remained q
ISLATwo days later»»»»»»I sat down on the table. Breakfast was spread out on the table. In this house, it was always like a feast, I knew as soon as I was done eating, the rest food would be thrown out. My throat felt dry, I wasn't even hungry. The food didn't matter to me. What mattered was the emptiness I felt as flashes of that night came into my head. I was lost in deep thoughts.I heard someone calling out to me. I knew the person was trying to talk to me, but I wasn't really conscious of my surrounding. The voice just sounded distant. It was as though I wasn't there, like I wasn't in this house. Right now, I really wished to be anywhere but here. "Ma'am." Someone gave my shoulder a gentle shake. I broke out from my trance and looked up to find a maid in a uniform staring at me with wide eyes. "You haven't touched your food." She stated, her hand gesturing to the food laid out on the table.I swallowed a lump forming on my throat and exhaled sharply. I scanned the food again a
ISLAHe thrusted in. It wasn't a very gentle thrust. My hands gripped his shoulder and I dug my nails into his taut flesh. He began moving his hard cock in and out of me. I shut my eyes tightly, savoring the entire pleasure of this very moment. "Mmmmmh…Yeah." I murmured, my hands wrapped around him tightly as he pounded my dripping wet pussy. "You feel so fucking good!" My voice echoed resoundingly, through the walls of the bathroom. It sounded so alien to me. I met his thrust with very loud screams. The sound of my voice right now could wake the dead. His lips enclosed on my stiffened nipple, sucking on it and teasing it by circling the swollen bud with his wet tongue. His fingers dug into my butt, holding me firmly in place as he continued his assault on me. He groaned deeply as he thrusted deeper into me. His movement began creating a slapping rhythm that was pushing me crazily to an edge, making me lose my ability to form any coherent word as I kept moaning out so loudly, car
ISLAAs if reading my thoughts, he pulled me along into one of the empty bathrooms and the both of us ended up perched awkwardly on top of the john, the cold porcelain sending a shiver of anticipation through me. It wasn’t exactly the spot I’d imagined to get laid, but the tension made it oddly unforgettable. At this point, I couldn't care less. Maybe I'd remember never to take alcohol again after this encounter. He leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine, and suddenly, the surroundings didn’t seem to matter anymore not the stinging smell of paint on the walls, not the faint smell of bleach, and definitely not the fact that we were literally straddling the john like it was some kind of makeshift seat. "What do you want me to do?" He asked, his deep baritone voice sending cold shivers down my spine. I didn't remember ever being this vulnerable but shit I was horny as fuck! My pussy seemed to have a mind of its own because it was throbbing and itching badly for his membe
ISLAI blinked back in shock as my lips parted open in surprise."How did you know my….?" I belched out noisily and I could literally inhale the stench of alcohol on my breath. My stomach twisted and I felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom."Are you okay, sweetie?" He asked. I waved a hand dismissively, trying to mask the embarrassment creeping up my neck. "I’m fine," I mumbled. My chair scraped against the floor as I stood, wobbling slightly on my heels. "I just need to…use the bathroom."My bladder felt like it could burst open any moment, if I didn't relieve myself. His piercing blue eyes followed me as I stumbled through the crowd of sweaty bodies. I headed towards the bathroom. Somehow, I could feel his gaze on my back. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder because I didn't want to come in contact with those eyes which reminded me of just one person.I slipped into the bathroom and relieved myself. I've had too much drink and I was overly tipsy. I gripped the edge of the sink
ISLAThe music thumped through the club, vibrating the floor beneath the high heels I was wearing, sarcastic thanks to my best friend for convincing me to wear them. I shifted in my seat, tugging at the hem of the short dress I was wearing for what felt like the umpteenth time this evening. It clung tightly to my skin, riding up every time I moved, and I just couldn’t help but feel exposed. Maybe Hailey wasn't always so right anyway.I picked up my glass of tequila, the ice clinking softly as I swirled it. As I took a sip, the sharp tang of lime hit my tongue, but even the drink couldn’t distract me from the discomfort. My back arched slightly as I tried to find a position that didn’t make the gown dig into my sides. I instinctively glanced around the room, hoping no one noticed my fidgeting, but the crowd was too engrossed in their own yelling and dancing.The air was thick with the scent of perfume and sweat, and I felt a bead of my sweat sliding down my neck. I wiped it away quic
ISLAAs soon as the meeting ended, I scurried to my office to get my purse. We were already past closing hours and I just wanted to get out of this place. I was angry, at Mia, Robert and every damned person in this place. I bumped clumsily into some people as I made my way to my office. Robert and Bryan had been the first to leave the meeting and I hadn't seen him since the meeting ended. He could be wherever for all I cared. I don't know if I was being sentimental but I just hated the fact that his Ex had shred me to pieces in front of all those people and he had been right there!Calm down, Isla. This isn't the worst you've been through. I told myself over and over again as I tried to reach the driver. I was standing at the front of the company waiting under a big tree that provided a good shade."Come pick me up, at the company." I said as soon as he picked. I ended the call immediately and kept the phone back in my purse. I crossed my hands and paced up and down on the curb fuming