Iris POV:Idiot. I am an Idiot.Here I am, trying to enjoy my lunch in the quiet corner of the restaurant where all the staff hang out.I can feel Jeremy and his buddies eyeing me from across the room.Gosh, can't I work anywhere without being embarrassed?I took out my phone and saw a message from Quinn asking me to buy eggs.I sighed and put my phone away."Iris," Caleb said, popping up out of nowhere.My stomach twists into knots as he stared at me and I suddenly find my food fascinating, as if it holds the secrets of the universe."Are you afraid of me, Iris," he asked. confidently.I shake my head, trying to play it cool, but inside, I'm freaking out.He sticks out his hand, offering friendship like it's the easiest thing in the world. I hesitate, feeling awkward as usual."Friends," he said, confidently.Gosh, before I even approach anyone I have to write a script in my mind, re-read the script, and rehearse it before talking to them.Finally, I shake his hand, feeling like a c
Iris POV:I stood in the dim light of the New York subway station, my nerves tingling with anticipation."Are you sure, you're okay?"Quinn's worried inquiry mirrored my own unease, but I offered a nod of assurance, though my tapping feet betrayed my anxiety.Glancing at the clock, the early hour only served to heighten my anticipation as I awaited Aiden's arrival.Minutes stretched into eternity, each second adding to the weight of anticipation.Pacing back and forth, I struggled to contain my restless energy until Caleb's sudden embrace pulled me from my thoughts.My eyes were wide."It's okay, Iris calm down," he reassured, stroking my hair.I cleared my throat and backed away from him, quickly.FREAKING MOTHER HELL.The tension reached its peak as Aiden's arrival shattered the silence.His stoic gaze sent a shiver down my spine, but his wide smile dissolved my fears.He came and picked me up, hugging me tightly."I missed you," He whispered, squeezing me into his arms."Really," I
Iris POV:Warmth enveloped me like a soft embrace as I slowly peeled open my eyelids, the sensation of a tingling warmth spreading through my chest.But what greeted my sight sent a jolt of shock coursing through me, akin to a sudden heart attack.I was lying on my side, and there was Ace nestled against me, his face nestled into the curve of my breasts, his cheek pressed against my nipple.His touch was gentle, his hands resting lightly on my waist, while one leg was sensuously draped between mine.Blinking rapidly, I counted to three, attempting to process the surreal scene before me. Then, unable to contain my horror, a scream tore from my throat."ACE!" I yelled, sitting up abruptly and covering myself with shaking hands.He groaned in response, muttering incoherent words as he slept on, oblivious to the chaos.What the hell is happening?With a shaky breath, I pulled the blanket away, revealing Ace in nothing but his underwear.Ugh... nakey. Shameless.My torn shirt discarded be
Ace POV:As I got out of my car and marched towards my mansion, a storm of emotions swirled within me. It was a chilly evening, and the darkness seemed to mirror the turmoil in my heart.I had instructed Ares to take Iris to my mansion this evening. So it's just us.With a forceful push, I opened the door and strode inside, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Iris was there, standing in front of the couch, her expression a mix of fear and nervousness."Iris, let's talk," I said, running my hands through my hair, feeling the frustration building inside me.She looked at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty, and hung her head low."I said let's talk," I repeated, gritting my teeth."I want to go, please," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "Why! I told you the truth. Why do you still want to leave me?" I exclaimed, my voice laced with desperation.She met my gaze, her eyes moist with unshed tears."You're angry because I left you at the mall. I'm sorry," she said, her words h
Author POV:"Is everything OK"A panicked Hudson asked Susan.Susan, despite her calm demeanor, couldn't shake the worry gnawing at her. Having seen her fair share of trauma in the mafia world, she knew the signs all too well."I don't know, I cleaned her body, but I didn't see any blood, only scratches," Susan reported, her voice devoid of emotion."She had tiny scratches on her chest and waist," she added, her tone growing colder."Who did this?" she asked, her voice cutting through the tense silence."I don't know. Iris called me, and I came here," Hudson paused, his mind racing with unanswered questions."The room was upside down, she was lying on the floor, wet," he exclaimed, his worry palpable."She's having a fever," Susan said.Hudson nodded in acknowledgment, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the situation."No," Susan replied, her brow furrowing in confusion. "But I didn't see any blood, so let's say she's safe," she added quietly."What will we say when she wakes up?
Iris POV:As the clock struck 7 in the evening, I found myself trapped on a bus with Caleb, feeling utterly exasperated. I had a minor fever, nothing serious, yet Caleb insisted on dragging me onto this bus instead of letting me walk to my apartment.Last night's events seemed like a distant blur, a disturbing memory I was determined to push aside. Someone had aggressively forced me into a game I had no desire to play, and I was relieved it was over.That was weird.Yet, despite my resolve to forget, thoughts of Ace lingered in my mind. Despite telling him to stay away, I couldn't deny the pull he had on me.I-I am confused."Iris," Caleb's voice interrupted my thoughts, jolting me back to the present as we disembarked the bus and headed towards our rooms. I hurriedly retreated to my own space, eager to escape Caleb's company.Opening the door, I found Quinn sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in her work.She didn't ask me about last night, which was a relief. Perhaps she hadn'
Ace POV:I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of my emotions settle like a heavy fog around me. It was a realization that dawned on me gradually over the past few months, creeping into my consciousness like a persistent whisper.I was undeniably, hopelessly whipped for her.Every fiber of my being seemed to bend to her will, willingly and without reservation.It was as if she held the strings to my heart, guiding me with her gentle hands.She wanted me to prioritize my well-being, to ensure I slept for at least seven hours a day, to nourish myself with three meals, and to take care of my physical and mental health.When I've questioned her about these peculiar conditions, she simply responds with a kiss on the cheek and a warm embrace. And each time, I find myself falling for her even harder.With each passing day, I found myself willingly complying, not out of obligation but out of an overwhelming desire to fulfill her wishes. And with each act of compliance, I discovered a deeper
Ace POV:Lullaby. Her moans are seducing lullaby.I watched as her chest rose and fell with each wave of pleasure, her delicate hands gripping the pillows tightly in her ecstasy.With her lips slightly parted and her eyes shut tight, she surrendered to the sinful pleasure coursing through her body.As I brought her to climax not once, but twice, her moans intensified, filling the air with a sweet melody of satisfaction. How sweet.Gently, I swept my finger on her cunt which was covered in her sweet juicesand trailed it over her nipples and lips, reveling in the intimacy of the moment and refusing to let any treasure go to waste.Hovering above her, I tenderly caressed her sensitive buds with my tongue, treating her with care, savoring every moment of our intimate connection.Her delicate fingers traced patterns on my shoulder as she moaned softly, lost in the bliss of her sweet pleasure."Il mio dolce bambino (My sweet baby),"I whispered, my lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss