“No, not good enough," Mr De Vito said and my jaw clenched as I looked at the design I put so much work into. How could he say it's not good enough when I haven't even finished the damn thing?I heard that bitch chuckle and my hands clenched but I controlled myself.“But sir, this is just the progress, you told me you wanted me to have something to show you before the end of today, I'm still working on it," I said defensively as I watched him.Instead of giving me a response he just leaned back in his chair studying me.“Miss Ross," he called,“Sir," I answered,“You don't need to finish that design for me to know it's not good enough, did you see what Miss Ferdinand showed me?” What the hell? Why would he compare me with that piece of shit? And why the hell was he sounding like a sexy ass professor scolding his student?Stop Emily. This man is giving you hell and all you can think about is how he sounds like a sexy ass professor. You must be crazy?“I'll work on it sir," I said in fr
His hands shot out to grip my waist in warning but I didn't stop. His fingers dug into my hips as if he was at war with himself—push me away or pull me closer?“Whatever silly game you're playing you better stop it," he growled in anger but I ignored him instead I brought out my tongue as I licked his neck and his breathing picked up. I smirked, rolling my hips slightly against him, feeling the undeniable effect I was having on him. “A game?” I tilted my head, feigning innocence as I trailed a finger down his chest. “I don’t see a game, sir. Not when I know your body wants what I'm offering.”His grip on my waist tightened painfully, and I gasped—not in pain, but in pure, unfiltered pleasure at the way his cock pressed deliciously on my pussy. His dark eyes burned into mine, a silent warning, but I had already gone too far.“Get off,” he commanded, his voice hoarse, strained.I pouted, but I didn’t move. Instead, I leaned in, my breath fanning against his lips, teasing, taunting.“A
My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office.I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear.She was a temptress I'd give her that.And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.I cursed under my breath as I rubbed my hands down my face. This morning in the car she had left me with a hard-on and now it was even worse.This is what I'm trying to avoid, this is what I didn't want. I didn't want a woman who would make me question all the rules I've made in life. I didn't want a woman who would make me fight for control with myself. I didn't fucking want Emily Ross anywhere near me.But first I had more important things to take care of. Like how to calm my cock down.I quickly reached for my phone as I dialed the one n
She got on my table as she spread her legs for me, letting me get a perfect view of her wet and dripping pussy.She was such a dirty girl, coming without anything underneath the dress she was wearing.“Now play with that pussy for me," I commanded as I relaxed on my chair, eyes fixed on her wet center.Her fingers slowly glided down her clit like she was teasing herself as she threw her head back in pleasure.She moaned as she rubbed her wetness up her clit and then down her dripping center. “Oh yeah, so fucking good," she moaned as she opened her legs more, her fingers circling her clit.“Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned rubbing her fingers faster,Her eyes met mine and she bit her lips seductively before two fingers disappeared into her pussy.“Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned as she threw her head back working her fingers faster.“Look at me," I commanded as she tried her best to maintain eye contact with me as her eyes kept rolling back in pleasure.“Don't fucking cum without my permis
“It's been over an hour since we've been waiting for Mr De Vito, do you think I should go check up on him?" I asked the driver as my eyes went to the door but there still wasn't any sign of Mr De Vito walking out.What was he still doing inside?“I'm sure he's still working, he'll join us as soon as he's done," the driver said and I nodded,Maybe he didn't want to sit beside me in the car after teasing the hell out of him. I couldn't help but smirk as I thought about how he fought so hard not to touch me. The way his cock had jumped beneath me. I still had my eyes fixed on the exit when I noticed Mr De Vito walking out but he wasn't alone. There was a woman walking beside him in a red dress looking up at him like he was some god.They stopped in front of the door as Mr De Vito leaned down to her and whispered something in her ear and she chuckled, pressing her body to his before pulling away.He stood there watching her until she got into her car before his face turned to the awaitin
The storm came without warning.One moment, I was hunched over on the table, pencil moving furiously across the sketchpad, lost in the desperate need to create something perfect—something worthy. The next, the sky cracked open, and the world outside descended into chaos.Thunder rumbled so hard the windows rattled, and I nearly dropped the pencil from my shaking fingers. My breath hitched as my eyes darted to the glass panes, watching rain lash violently against them. The wind howled, an eerie, bone-chilling sound that sent a shiver racing down my spine.No. No, no, no.I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing hard against the rising panic.Not again.Not this.I clenched my jaw and turned back to the page, forcing myself to focus on the lines, the angles, the structure I was supposed to be perfecting. I couldn’t afford to waste time—not on a stupid storm, not on the fear clawing at my throat.But then—the lights flickered.A gasp escaped me before I could stop it. My heart pounded against
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out—to give some sort of explanation but it felt like I was frozen as I stared at the man in front of me.No one has really seen me like this except my best friend Jane.And he was the last person I wanted to see me like this.“Mr De Vito I…” I started but he quickly stood up, leaving me there on the floor like some helpless little puppy.I hated this. I hated for anyone to see me this weak.Silence stretched between us as he just kept looking down at me and despite the darkness, I could still make out his features from the continuous striking of the lightning from outside.Tight jaw, tense muscles, cold eyes.The silence was suffocating as I kept clenching and unclenching my hands not to shake or scream in front of him. I was stronger than this.“Get some rest," he finally said, breaking the silence and I nodded.It became silent again and I opened my mouth to speak, to say thank you to him but my tongue felt tied. With one final glance at
The next morning, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, but I ignored it as I stretched my aching limbs. I had fallen asleep on the couch, my sketchbook lying open on the table, pages filled with the evidence of my restless determination. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the large windows, casting golden hues over the living room, but my mind was still caught in the storm of the night before.I exhaled sharply, pushing away the lingering weight of that moment—the fear, the vulnerability. I had shown a side of myself that no one was supposed to see, least of all Mr De Vito.Mr De Vito.The thought of him sent a confusing swirl of emotions through me. He had held me. Calmed me. The cruel, ruthless man who never hesitated to cut me down had been the one to bring me back from my own mind’s abyss. And then, just like that, he had disappeared, leaving me alone with my thoughts.I ran a hand through my tangled hair and sat up, blinking the grogginess from my eyes. I had work to d
I can't sleep. Again. After tormenting my life in that room we finally came home and all he did was storm over to his room like he didn't leave me aching. Once again. My sheets were tangled around my legs, my skin hot, flushed, aching in places I shouldn’t still be aching. And it's all because of him. Mr De Vito. That maddening, smug, sinfully controlled man who has done everything to me except the one thing I crave most. Every time I begged—whispered, moaned, whimpered for his cock—he only smiled, leaned in close like he might finally give in… then say it again. "You haven’t earned it." God, those words torment me. Haunt me. Fuel the fire that refuses to burn out. I’ve felt his mouth, his hands, his toys—felt him break me in the most delicious ways. But never his cock. Never the fullness I crave. Never the stretch, the ruin, the complete surrender. And I want it. I want him. Inside me. Deep. Rough. Unrelenting. I imagine it too often—my legs thrown over his shoulders, his h
I didn’t speak a word as I led her through the corridor—past velvet curtains, low moans, and the occasional scream of pleasure echoing behind closed doors. My hand was tight around hers, my pace unrelenting, until we reached the private room. I unlocked it, shoved the door open, and stepped aside. “In,” I ordered. She walked in without hesitation—good girl—but I could feel the tension humming off her skin. The room was minimal. A king-sized bed with dark silk sheets, a leather chair in the corner, and a low light that bathed everything in a red glow. “Strip.” Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her dress, eyes flicking up to meet mine. I didn’t smile. I didn’t move. I just watched. One strap fell. Then the other. The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet, and she stepped out of it—bare, flushed, and breathing like she was already ruined. “Now,” I said, voice low and rough, “get on the bed. Open your legs.” She climbed onto the sheets, positioning herself at
I've asked him countless times where he was taking me to but all I got was silence.I sat in the car as we drove past buildings and my mind was a sea of thought wondering what Mr De Vito was planning.The man was very unpredictable.We finally stopped in front of a building that looked like a club as I opened my door and stepped out, the night air blowing through me.What were we doing here?I turned to Mr De Vito hoping for some explanation but I got none. Instead he held my hand and led me inside and I followed him.The place was dimly lit with just a few people that seemed to be lost in what they were doing. Some were kissing and others looked like they were ready to fuck for people to watch.We passed a room and I heard the sound of a woman screaming but it wasn't pain, it was pleasure. Like the sound of a woman who wanted more.Mr De Vito kept leading me until we reached a door and then he pushed it open and we both walked in, the door closing behind him.The room was dim, bathed
“You bitch! You think you've won?!" Miss Ferdinand said in anger as soon as she saw me and I couldn't help but laugh.We were just walking into the company when we meant her walking out and the look in her eyes was murderous.“Miss Ferdinand, I don't think I've won. I know I've won," I said with a confident smirk as she lunged at me but Angelo quickly pushed me behind him protectively."Watch it, before I unleash my anger on you. You stole a design that wasn't yours and as if that wasn't enough you wanted to steal a position that don't belong to you,” Angelo spat in anger,"It was you right? It was you. You nosy ass dog, putting your nose where it doesn't concern you,” she said as she pointed at Angelo like she wanted to fight him.The security were already looking at her, waiting for Angelo's command to throw her out.“If you haven't made that call, this bitch would have been out of this country by now, but you fucker! You had to ruin everything," she spat."Don't talk to my friend l
"EMILY!"The voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and urgent, and I froze mid-step, one foot inside the boarding tunnel. My heart lurched in my chest. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t—I turned slowly.There he was.Angelo.Mr De Vito’s assistant.He was weaving through the crowd with wild energy, his chest rising and falling as he ran, dark curls bouncing, one hand raised like I might vanish if he didn’t get to me fast enough."Stop! Don’t go!" he called, breathless.I blinked, stunned, then quickly walked toward him, dragging my suitcase behind me."Angelo? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, brows furrowed. He doubled over for a second, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “You… can’t… leave.”I crossed my arms. “We already talked about this. I told you I’m leaving.”He looked up, wide-eyed. "No. You can’t. You really can’t.""Why not?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My chest was still aching from saying goodbye to everything, from trying to leave w
I don’t know why it hurt this much.The sun had barely risen, but I was already dressed, packed, and ready to go. The morning air was crisp as it bled through the half-open balcony door of the bedroom that was never really mine. I stared at the open suitcase in front of me, the last of my belongings folded neatly inside like a metaphor for the way I tried to keep my emotions tidy—hidden.But no matter how much I packed, I couldn't stuff the ache in my chest away.I zipped up the suitcase with a sigh, ignoring the way my hands trembled slightly. I told myself over and over again this was the right thing to do. I couldn't be here. Not when what I came here for has been given to someone else. And then there was Mr De Vito.He made me feel like I was caught between lust and pain, desire and destruction. I hated that he had the power to shake me with a single glance. And last night—God, last night. The look in his eyes, the way he touched me, teased me, then walked away made me want to re
I don't know why the fuck she was being stubborn. It was simple. Just pick a damn department. Anyone you want and I'll fix you there.But why the fuck was she still ready to leave? After she has gone deep into my head and all I can think about is tasting that sweet pussy.I groaned in anger as I stood up from my chair and made my way to the tall window that overlooked the city.“Are you okay sir?" I totally forgot that I wasn't alone in this office.“I'm good, Miss Ferdinand, go back to what you're doing," I said and she nodded, I started all this. I had wanted her to leave. I had wanted her to stay away from me because the moment I saw her I saw a good girl ready to do whatever daddy tells her.That look in her eyes when she had looked at my body. The way she had bit her lips like she wanted a taste of what I could give her.She stirred something deep within me and I wanted her to go.But not anymore. Not when I've made her scream, beg. Not when I'm now addicted to the taste of her.
“Have you made up your mind to stay?" Mr De Vito asked as soon as I sat down for breakfast.For a moment I just stared at him as he looked at me waiting for my response. I spent all night thinking about this until I made a decision. Now why the hell was I finding it so hard to tell him what my decision is?I opened my mouth but no words came out.“You can take as much time as you want," he said but I shook my head."I've made my decision,” I said,"Then…what have you concluded?” He asked expectantly,"I can't…I can't stay, I'm sorry. But thank you for the offer," I said and he nodded, turning back to his food.We ate breakfast in a tense silence and occasionally he'd look at me like he expected me to change my mind.When we finished eating breakfast Mr De Vito left without saying a word.I don't know but somehow I felt bad but then I remembered that he started all this. He was the one so bent on sending me away then why was he acting like I was the one who just wants to leave?If he
“Listen to me Emily," he said but I shook my head standing up.I couldn't believe this was happening.“There's nothing to listen to Mr De Vito. I came here to work as your junior architect, and if it's off the table, it means I have to go. Just like we agreed," I said,"You haven't even listened to the offer I have to make,” he said and I couldn't help but laugh, but there was nothing funny about the sound."Let's hear it,” I said,"You get to pick any department in my company and you can work there,” Tempting. But I knew I could not. Working as his junior architect would take me to places just working in his company won't. And I can't bear the thought of seeing Miss Ferdinand every time and knowing that she somehow managed to beat me.However the fuck she was able to do that.“I don't want that," I whispered as I hugged myself, looking down.I felt like a complete failure. “We made a deal, remember? And…”“That was before," he said as he took a step towards me but didn't touch me.