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
“Oh, yes, Liam, faster, don't stop," I heard the breathy moan of a woman followed by the grunt of a man. The man's voice all too familiar but I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, it couldn't be the same Liam. I saw the clothes scattered on the floor looking like they had first started it here before taking things further to the bedroom. But still I didn't want to believe it. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the bedroom and I stopped at the sight in front of me. The door was left ajar so I could see everything that was happening inside. I froze as my jaw dropped. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't seeing things. It wasn't another Liam. It was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of seven years. I felt an indescribable pain in my chest like something just plunged their hand into my chest and ripped out my heart, I was shattered, broken. He was too lost in pleasing another woman that he hadn't even noticed me. He had his head thrown back in pleasure with his eyes closed as he thrust
The announcement for my flight’s arrival jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced at my phone, my best friend's contact still open on the screen from the last call. “I'm here," I muttered under my breath, pulling my suitcases closer as I took in the bustling airport. I still couldn't believe I won the competition to work with Mr De Vito for a whole year, it felt so surreal. ‘Okay deep breaths, Emily,’ her voice echoed in my head, though she wasn't actually there to remind me. I stepped forward, scanning the area for the person who was supposed to meet me. I pulled up the email from my competition for the hundredth time, rereading the line that said someone would be waiting for me. My heart was racing, my nerves refusing to settle despite the excitement of being in Italy. And then I saw it: a man standing a few feet away, holding a white sign with my name, Emily Ross, scrawled in bold, black letters. He was tall, dressed in a crisp black suit, his dark hair slicked back neatly.
My first day at the company had been nothing short of chaotic. From the endless introductions to the overload of tasks, I barely had a moment to breathe. Everyone in the building looked like they’d just stepped off a runway—classy, sophisticated, and impossibly intimidating. If I hadn’t dressed to impress, I would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb. And the women? They looked more like supermodels than architects. It was like the firm handpicked its staff based on appearances. Angelo, Mr De Vito's assistant, walked me through everything. The man could talk a mile a minute, but his warnings stuck with me. “Mr. De Vito is a perfectionist,” he’d say. “He doesn’t tolerate mistakes. One misstep and you’re out. Keep your head down and your work flawless.” Great. Just what I needed—a boss with a reputation for being a ruthless, grumpy old man. Even his office screamed power and intimidation, with its cold perfection and domineering energy. I’d never even met him, but I already knew to stee
I woke up with wetness pulling down my pussy and it had everything to do with Mr De Vito. The image of him from last night replayed in my head like a broken record until I had fallen asleep. The man was sin personified. He was fucking handsome and breathtaking. I still couldn't believe that someone I had thought would be a grumpy old man turned out to be a hot, pant dripping man. A man that if he had told me to get down on my knees and take his cock I wouldn't have minded. And holy fuck when my eyes had gone down to his cock. Fuck. Although he had his swim short, there was no mistaking the fact that the man was big. My pussy clenched at the thought of what that cock could make me feel. I groaned, rubbing my face before I stretched my hand to the bedside table to pick my phone. The time was 5:48 am and breakfast would be served by 8:00 am. I still had time but I couldn't bring myself to sleep. I might as well just get ready. I threw the blanket off me as I climbed out of bed
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 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
The bitch smirked as she walked into the restroom, arms crossed over her chest like she owned the world. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to take deep breaths, but the way she looked at me—like she had already won—made my blood boil.“You’re still here?” she asked mockingly, tilting her head. “I figured you’d have packed up and quit by now.”I chuckled darkly, shaking my head as I turned to face her fully. “You really think you’ve won, don’t you?” My voice was low, controlled, but there was a dangerous edge to it. I could feel the storm building inside me.Her smirk widened. “Oh, sweetie, I know I have.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice as if she was sharing some grand secret. “You don’t belong here, Emily. Mr De Vito sees it too. You’re just a temporary inconvenience.”I gritted my teeth. My nails dug into my palms as I fought the urge to wipe that smug look off her face. “Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you.”She laughed—a light, airy sound filled with conde
“What is going on here?" Mr De Vito’s voice rang out and Miss Ferdinand immediately turned to him with an innocent look.“Mr De Vito, I was trying to tell Miss Ross here that we should be friends and I…I don't know what came over her, she just stood up and tried to push me away and now I feel like a total horrible person because my…my coffee spilled on her design,” I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth but there was nothing funny about the sound."You sure deserve an Oscar, you're such a good actress Miss Ferdinand, I'll give you that,” I spat as Mr De Vito's eyes darted between the two of us, cold and unnerving."Miss Ross I do not tolerate violence in my company,” what?! He was going to take her bullshit story without listening to my side of the story?“I didn't do anything Mr De Vito, Miss Ferdinand purposely spilled her coffee on my design and now she's trying to act all innocent and play the victim. Wow," I said in disbelief,"Stop saying that Miss Ross, you're hurting