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.
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
"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
“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
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
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 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
“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
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.