[AVA] In a matter of seconds, he swiftly positioned me on all fours beside him. The air between us crackled with gasps as he hiked up my skirt, exposing the back of my thighs and ass cheeks to the cool air. I gripped a nearby throw pillow, bracing myself with my elbows, desperately trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when he crouched behind me and delivered a firm spanking. "Brian!" he reminded me, making it clear that I had somehow earned this punishment for not speaking appropriately. "Brian," I corrected myself, and I heard him inhale sharply. "Fuck me, Brian. I need you inside me. I need you so badly." I whimpered, biting down on my lower lip, savoring the sensation of his erection pressing against my backside. During our first encounter, he had relentlessly fucked me until we were both spent, only using his fingers to explore my other opening. I wondered if he had any intentions of venturing into that territory tonight. I wondered if he had imagined his sizable cock thrus
However, Brian had other plans in mind. Withdrawing from my mouth, he pulled me up by my hair and turned me, positioning me with my hands braced on the back of the couch. One knee rested on a throw pillow, while the other dug into the cushions. I could hear the rustling of a condom being put on, indicating his preparation. His fingers tightened around my nape, forcing my head to bend forward. I didn't dare complain. I couldn't. Brian spread my legs wide and thrust himself deep into me with a powerful motion. "Ah!" I cried out as he thrust into me, gripping the sofa tightly as his thick and long shaft stretched and burned my core. "Oh, God, Brian. It feels so good." Brian grunted, pounding into me with force, his hips driving forward while his hands roamed over my back before reaching around to grab my bouncing breast. "You're so wet and warm, Sonia. So damn tight." He tugged at my nipples, eliciting louder screams from my lips. My fingers found their way between my thighs, teasing
[AVA] "It's your first day and you're already running late," Sean playfully teased, parking the car in front of the imposing glass building. He turned off the engine and glanced at me. "I'll have to teach you how to set an alarm, huh?" I rolled my eyes, feeling exhausted from the events of the previous night. His attempt at mockery wasn't amusing me in the slightest. To make matters worse, my dad insisted that I start working at Brian's company as soon as possible. I had a suspicion that my mom had something to do with his sudden change of heart. Dad wasn't the type to force me into anything or resort to manipulation. Despite the accusations from the shareholders of our now-defunct company, my dad was always straightforward and humble. Throughout my life, I had never heard him raise his voice at anyone. He maintained a calm and grounded demeanor, which allowed my mom and brother to take advantage of his kindness without feeling any guilt. Even when our business was drowning in loss
Just great. It hadn't even been a full day, and already I had managed to rub someone the wrong way. I let out a quiet sigh and pulled the door open, eager to get out of there. As I stepped outside, I was greeted by Ms. Olson's assistant at her desk. She was a young girl with dark hair and stylish nerdy glasses perched on her nose. She had a friendly smile on her face as I approached. I tried not to let my guard down, wary of any potential traps. I could almost hear Valerie's voice in my head, reminding me to avoid falling into Mean Girls-style clichés. I would definitely give it a try. I mean, who wouldn't? It was such an amazing movie, and it was hard not to imagine something like that happening to oneself. Or maybe I was the only one feeling that way? "Ah, Ava Monroe, right?" she exclaimed cheerfully, leaning forward from her desk and focusing all her attention on me. "That's correct," I replied with a humble smile, wanting to avoid sounding rude or arrogant. It seemed like Ms. O
[AVA] I couldn't remember the last time I had sweated so profusely. There were visible sweat stains under my arms, and I silently thanked myself for choosing a black office shirt on my first day. The thought of enduring stares if anyone noticed my nervousness was unbearable. By reacting this way, I was practically giving Brian a reason to suspect that I had done something wrong. Well, I had, by sleeping with him, but he didn't know about it, right? So why did he look so angry? And why was his immediate request for me to come to his office? Nothing made sense. I couldn't fathom how I could have messed up so quickly. Did Ms. Olsen have a hand in this? Did she inform Brian that I didn't deserve to be here, making a compelling argument for my dismissal? Did he call me into his office to personally express his regret in recommending me and his desire to see me gone? God! I knew some of my assumptions were far-fetched and baseless, but I couldn't help but anticipate the worst. Brian Rein
Lost in my text conversation with Sean, who had bombarded my phone with more details about his family that I hadn't had time to read, I entered the elevator without looking up. My focus was solely on crafting a response to his message... But then, a thought struck me, and I quickly checked the timestamp of his text. My heart sank as I realized he might already be waiting outside. Just my luck. "Is everything alright, Ms. Monroe?" A deep voice resonated near my ear, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Without any delay, I connected the voice to a face. "Oh. Hey. Um...wow. I mean, I didn't realize you were in here." "Clearly," he responded, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. "You're late. Again." Confusion washed over me. Was he referring to my late departure from work? Wasn't that something most bosses would appreciate in their employees? Ms. Olsen certainly would. "I had to make some copies, and the machine was malfunctioning," I explained, searching for a way to j
[AVA] “How do I look?” I twirled around in front of Sean, hoping he’d approve of my cute little black dress for dinner at his place. It was finally the night we had been preparing for, the night when Sean would introduce me as his official girlfriend to his family and friends. To say I was nervous would be an understatement; I was practically trembling under my dress and stilettos. It had been a long time since I had made such an exclusive appearance, especially since my family had gone bankrupt. None of my past relationships had been worth the effort; they never went beyond kissing at frat parties or getting drunk at high-rise nightclubs. The mere thought of Sean’s parents and his obnoxious sister Coraline made my head ache. I could already picture Coraline throwing one of her pointless and over-the-top tantrums. Coraline and I were NOT on good terms these days. She hated my guts for reasons I could not wrap my head around. I had tried to share my concern with Sean, just so he wo
Catching up with Miranda turned out to be a smooth transaction and, if I had any doubts about how this hard-luck dinner was about to go, they relented a bit, if not all. As Miranda led us through the foyer, I couldn’t help but take in the grandeur of her home. The walls were adorned with elegant paintings and the floors were made of polished marble that reflected the light from the chandeliers hanging above us. The furniture was all high-end, with plush sofas and armchairs that seemed to invite you to sink into their soft cushions. I noticed a grand piano standing proudly in one corner of the room, and an intricately designed fireplace on the opposite wall. Everything about the place exuded wealth and luxury, and it was hard not to feel overwhelmed by it all. As we entered Miranda’s lavish abode, a sharp pang of nostalgia hit me like a ton of bricks. Despite my best efforts to suppress the feeling and focus on the present moment, the longing in my heart refused to budge. Each time I
He walks back to the couch, and for the first time, I notice a camera that’s already been set up.My stomach tightens.He grabs the camera stand with one hand and drags it closer to where I am. Adjusting the angle, he makes sure it focuses directly on me. Then he straightens, his gaze locking onto m
[AVA]I might have lost consciousness because the next time I open my eyes, the bright lights make me wince and squeeze them shut again.“Ah…” I whimper, only then realizing my ankle is badly bruised.“You’re awake.”A deep male voice rings in my ears, and I look up—only to find the same staff guy w
[AVA]Once Brian leaves, I sink back onto the couch, my fingers dialing Max’s number again.Maybe if he picks up, I can convince him to drop by on his own, and Brian wouldn’t have to go.But every call goes unanswered. And the more I try to convince myself it’s no big deal—that Max is just being him
I run my fingers through his wet hair. “Because I can’t stop thinking about what happens next. About who’s behind this. About how this doesn’t just affect me but everyone around me.”“You don’t have to figure everything out right this second, Ava.”“I know,” I whisper, but knowing and believing are
[AVA]I finally feel a little better—enough to let Brian freshen up after his long flight.He kisses me on the forehead and promises to join me soon.Maybe he knows that if I’m left alone, my mind will start spiraling again, drowning me in guilt. And once that happens, I won’t be able to focus on an
I unlock the door and pull the door open, only to find his familiar handsome face looking back at me.He’s dressed in a white shirt and blue denim jeans, and I don’t think he could look any better.I know, I know. I probably sound like some horny bitch, but I don’t care. It’s Brian. And being horny
[AVA]After dropping me off at Brian’s penthouse, Aaron insists on staying until Brian returns.But I can clearly see the disinterest on his face—he can’t stand another bored minute with me. So, I do what I know is right.I ask him to leave.Maybe out of formality, he insists once more that he doesn
[AVA]“I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Ava,” Miranda tries to say, but she might as well accept that her daughter will never see me as someone to be trusted.Whatever I’ve done to piss this woman off, one thing is certain—I don’t care anymore. I neither have the time to bother myself with her nonsense
Miranda's fingers tremble as she presses them to her temples. "Stop it, both of you," she whispers.For once, Coraline listens. She clenches her jaw so tightly I swear I can hear her teeth grind, but she doesn't say another word.Aaron, though—he’s still simmering, his shoulders tense, his hands fle