"Stay still... it won't hurt," Richard gently reassured Adrienne. "I am a woman and I know how boob tapes work," Adrienne confidently replied. "Look at that. Still as stubborn as ever. I'm giving you the pleasure of me dressing you up for your night out. The least you can do is stay still and say nothing while I do my job, okay?" Richard requested. "Whatever. I still think the dress is too much though," Adrienne whined. "No, it's not. It's the perfect choice for a night out - stylish and elegant. And also, I know a lot about fashion more than you think I do, okay?" Richard defended. "All done," Richard announced with pride. He had just applied a boob tape to Adrienne's breasts because her dress had an open back and she wasn't gonna wear a bra. "Put it on," Richard instructed Adrienne as she slipped into the dress. The dress was a black stunner, featuring a flattering v-neck that accentuated her neckline and a ruffled hem that added flair to every step. Crafted from a lightweight
"I must say, you have been such a good girl lately. I like it, but it's starting to look suspicious," Linc said to Rosa. He let out a deep breath as he pulled out of her, their intimate encounter coming to an end. Rosa's body trembled with pleasure, her ecstasy evident. "Of course. You have been such an excellent puppet master," she smirked, playing along with his assessment. "Puppet master, huh?" Linc raised an eyebrow. "Mm hmm. No one pulls the strings better than you," Rosa responded, her words laced with a seductive tone. Linc chuckled, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "Come on. You must have said that to almost every guy that has slept with you." Rosa let out a soft giggle, her fingers gently caressing his hair. "Of course not. No one has ever made me experience such pleasure like you do," she assured him, a fake smile lighting up her face. Linc couldn't help but reciprocate the smile, but a sense of suspicion lingered within him. "Why?" Rosa asked, tilting her head sl
"Where have you been these past few weeks? Considering how good you look, it's obvious you weren't suffering. Couldn't you have at least contacted me? Do you have any idea how worried I was?" Ryan yelled at Juliette angrily. "Don't shout at me! Can't you see that I'm pregnant?" Juliette snapped back. "Who the hell cares? I asked why you didn't reach out to me. I've been hassling my dad nonstop because of you. I couldn't find you at the hospital or at your house. I even thought you had left the country," Ryan said frustratedly. Juliette remained silent. "Answer me!" He demanded, growing impatient. "Your dad caused the accident! He had his men stage the collision and instead of taking me to the hospital, they kidnapped me. And your despicable father, Michael, raped me. Yes! I was raped by him," Juliette yelled. "Lower your voice! Why would my dad rape you? All he wanted was his money you stole, right? What would he possibly gain from raping you?" Ryan defended his dad. "Seriously?
"Adrienne?" a woman next to her called out desperately, panic coloring her voice as she knelt beside Adrienne's motionless figure on the floor. Concerned murmurs rippled through the surrounding crowd, drawing the attention of those nearby. Within moments, a wave of commotion erupted as people hastily gathered around, unsure of what had caused Adrienne's sudden collapse. "Quick! Someone call an ambulance!" Evelyn's commanding voice broke through the chaos. Michael and Linc exchanged tense glances, their eyes fixed grimly on Adrienne's unconscious form. In stark contrast to their tense silence, Ryan darted forward, his concern propelling him to Adrienne's side without a second thought. As the chaos unfolded, a woman's gaze shifted to the forgotten figure of little Brian, unnoticed by the frantic crowd. She approached him gently, her voice soothing, "Come here, Brian. Let's step outside and get some fresh evening air while things settle down, alright?" the woman gently suggested. Br
Adrienne's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry as she slowly regained consciousness. The glaring lights above her caused her to squint, and the constant hum of hospital machinery filled her ears. As her mind slowly cleared, confusion washed over her, making it difficult to piece together what had happened. "Adrienne," a soft voice called out, breaking through the haze. Turning her head, she saw Richard sitting anxiously by her side. His eyes reflected a mix of relief and concern as he leaned closer. "Richard?" Adrienne's voice came out hoarse and weak, barely above a whisper. Relief washed over Richard's face, and his eyes filled with warmth as he reached out to gently hold her hand. "Thank goodness you're awake, Adrienne. You really had me worried." A faint smile tugged at Adrienne's lips, but her mind was still foggy. "How long was I out?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Three whole days," Richard replied. "Three days? So today is Tuesday?" Adrienne's heart sank, realiz
"So, what did you girls talk about?" Daniel asked, breaking the silence in the car. "Oh, you know, just random things," Adrienne replied, intertwining her fingers with his. "Hmm... what things? Is it some secret girl code?" he inquired with a playful smile. "Yeah, a little secret between us," Adrienne teased, exchanging smiles with him. "Daniel?" "Yes?" he responded, turning to face her. "Should I give you a blowjob?" Adrienne blurted out suddenly, catching him off guard. "What? Blowjob?" Daniel was taken aback by her unexpected question. "Yeah, should I perform oral sex on you?" she clarified, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, you're drunk," Daniel gently replied, trying to diffuse the situation. "No, I'm not drunk," she denied adamantly. "Well, we're almost at your house. You should get some rest and sober up. We have a lot to do tomorrow," Daniel said, reminding Adrienne of their plans. Disappointed, Adrienne let go of Daniel's hand and crossed her arms, sulki
"Martin isn't around?" Michael repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Yeah," confirmed the man with a shrug. "Where did he go this early Monday morning?" Michael inquired, crossing his arms. "You know I can't tell you that," the man replied. "Come on, man. If it's some top secret mission, then I get it," Michael pleaded. "He just went out for coffee though," the man confessed. "Coffee? Martin did?" Michael was taken aback, his disbelief evident. "I know, right? I was as shocked as you when he informed me before he left," the man chuckled, shaking his head. "Hm. Coffee... coffee..." Michael muttered, his eyes scanning the room before they widened in realization. "Dang it!" he exclaimed, a muffled curse escaping his lips as he sprinted towards the exit. *** Martin sat at a table in the coffee shop, sipping his coffee gently. His eyes were fixated on a woman sitting three tables away from him. Every move she made, every smile she flashed, seemed to draw him in deeper. She
Steve knocked on Martin's door, his knuckles rapping against the wood with a sense of urgency. "Come in." "Boss, the team and I were thinking about going out tonight. It's the last Friday of the month, and we thought it'd be fun to hit the clubs, have a few drinks, and enjoy ourselves," Steve said. "Sure, go ahead," he responded, his tone lacking any enthusiasm. Steve's smile faltered for a second. "Will you join us?" he asked, genuine curiosity tingeing his voice. Martin shook his head, his gaze turning distant. "I have other plans," he replied vaguely. "Oh, really? Where are you off to?" he asked, attempting to mask his curiosity. Without skipping a beat, Martin dismissed the question with deliberate nonchalance. "You guys have fun. You can leave now," he stated, effectively shutting down any further inquiry. Steve nodded, absorbing the subtle message, and bowed before retreating from Martin's study. Once the door clicked shut, Steve clenched his fists, frustration cou