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2021-09-08 12:33:47My legs are trembling as I approach his office. I'm a nervous wreck, and the moment I feel my foot snag on the rug, I scream as I stumble three steps forward before collapsing on my face.
I lay there wishing the ground would rip open and engulf me completely. To say I am overcome with embarrassment is an understatement and for the second time within an hour, Aydem Buraks expensive oxford dress shoes stand before me.
He extends his hand, indicating that I should accept it, and I do. I make a conscious effort to ignore the warmth of his hand as it devours mine. And while he assists me in rising to my feet, I am unable to look him in the eyes as I express my gratitude.
"Thank you," I mumble in a whispering tone.
I take my hand away from his, running it down the front of my black pencil skirt, and inspect my shoes to ensure that the heel hasn't snapped. It was merely a little fall, but where I am concerned. Anything is possible.
"Well
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I make a conscious effort not to fidget for the next hour as Aydem and the two gentlemen sitting next to him interrogate everyone that sits around the table. I love how one of the women gets up and talks confidently; I can not help but admire the apricot blouse she is wearing that matches the shade of her lipstick and blush. As she is bombarded with questions, she does not back down when she is confronted with the prospect of proving her thoughts viable. She handles herself well as she is put under duress, duress that is solely being encouraged by Aydem, who effortlessly dominates the room. "Excellent work, Tia," Aydem says and he gives her a small compliment as he begins to wrap things up. "I'm looking forward to reviewing the designs in person. What would entice you, Ms Cross, to purchase the shoe?" I blink, startled to see that everyone in the room is now looking at me. "Uh, excuse me?" I gulp as my cheeks flush. His gaze is piercing in its
Last Updated : 2021-09-08Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Twenty Two.
I can not stop myself from trembling uncontrollably. My entire body is paralysed with panic as I tremble frantically all over. My hands continue to shake incessantly, regardless of how much I wish for them to stop. They simply will not.My fingers round the huge butcher knife in my hand with increasing vigour. I have never grasped anything more tenaciously in my life than this object. I have the distinct impression that I am being possessed. I am compelled to grasp this knife, as my life is at stake.I'm numb; my entire body is devoid of sensation.My inner Goddess is screaming at me to drop the knife and flee. However, my body begs me to fall to my knees. To submit to the darkness in order to bow down and pay respects to the dark lord himself.I will not submit to her. I am not going to let my body betray me, and I shove the knife forth, slicing through the air.I watch as the scarlet red liquid splatters on the ground, and I am struck by its stun
Last Updated : 2021-09-09Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Twenty Three.
I enter the Burak Legacys Building with two minutes to spare. I stroll through the foyer to the bank of elevators in a fog of bad thoughts. Some days I feel like I'm punching under my body weight. Frequently, who or what remains debatable. I wait for the elevator car to descend to my level and for the doors to slide open. But, today I have a name and a face. Trent Esposito. This man drives me insane with agony. He causes my blood to boil as if it were lava coursing through my veins, and my heart to turn black, resembling a shrivelled up prune. I get inside the elevator car and punch the level eight button, watching as the doors slide shut. This morning's beautiful nightmare is still too raw. My tongue is stained with a metallic flavour. My ears still ring with the agonising sound of crushing bones, and the sensation of sinking into a black hole still caresses my senses. As I open my purse and take out a chocolate bar, I grumble
Last Updated : 2021-09-11Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Twenty Four.
I take my seat, despite the fact that a part of me wants to scold him for speaking to me in this manner. I mean, the word 'please' never really hurt anyone. He removes a portfolio from the top drawer of his desk. He stares at me with pride, his palms resting on top of the leather fabric. "I have something I would like to present to you." As he unzips the leather portfolio, he murmurs gently. "I need a clear set of eyes to analyse my design and tell me the truth." "I'm truly honoured, Mr Burak. However, I believe that my opinion will be irrelevant. Particularly with regards to your designs." I inform him apprehensively. He would soon realise that I have no sense of fashion whatsoever if he were to know that I dont pick out my weekly outfits. Castello chooses everything I wear. He has also gone through the trouble to name my clothing after the days of the week. He's done his best to try and dummy-proof everything for me. If I had it my w
Last Updated : 2021-09-15Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Twenty Five.
I walk out of Castello's office feeling utterly stupid. To be more specific, a failure. Castello's folder, which he gave me a few weeks ago, is still in my bottom drawer, hidden beneath my clothes. I thought it was a brilliant idea to approach this mission blindly. I was hesitant to study his file in the hopes of judging him based on the facts provided to me only. For some odd reason, I wanted to judge him objectively, based on my own experience. I am curious about what makes him tick, and the last thing I want is for him to question how I have gathered so much information about him.I mean, yeah. His backstory can be found on any search engine if one is truly committed to doing a deep dive and getting to know him better than he believes he does. However, as my mother always used to say. 'You can't believe everything you read.' I close the
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I reach halfway up the stairwell, praying like fuck that there will be no bloodshed tonight. If either of them gets their hands covered in blood.There will be an uproar within the family.And if Trent survives, it is a certain conclusion that he will also have my head. He will make it clear that I was the catalyst for their falling out. And that is not a possibility for me. Prior to Sandro's birth, I would have looked death in the eye like a lovestruck teenager.However, my greatest fear at the moment is dying, abandoning little Sandro. I want more for him; I do not want him to believe that being an Esposito family member is all he is capable of.Beyond these kingly-sized iron gates. There is a world full of wonderment and I want, no. I need him to work towards a future that will not tarnish his beautiful hands."Tesoro," (Treasure.)I come to a halt and turn around to see Ace at the bottom of the steps, holding Sandro in his arms. If
Last Updated : 2021-09-17Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Twenty Seven.
"Hey, Akira." I stand at her desk after she buzzes me in. Today, she is wearing a maroon dress that ends just above her knees and hugs her figure, highlighting her womanly curves. "Good morning, C.C." Her cheeks are slightly flushed with a faint smile. "You're looking very professional today?" She arches a brow as her gaze sweeps over me. I tuck my loose curls behind my ears and stare down at myself. "A pair of black dress slacks and a white blouse is hardly professional." I chuckle. "It is more a case of playing it safe." I groan, wishing I possessed the confidence to dress up like the majority of the girls around here. "Is he in?" I enquire sceptically, hoping that I am not too late. "Nope, he is upstairs this morning, I believe." "Thank the Gods," I reply. "I'll catch up with you later." "I'll be here." She hums as the sound of her tapping away on her keyboard follows me down the corridor. I take a seat behind my des
Last Updated : 2021-09-21Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Twenty Eight
When the SUV comes to a halt in front of the Burak building, I dont wait for Gerald to hop out from the driver's seat to open the door for me.I have a sudden urge to call Ace and check up on Sandro. I walk through the lobby of the building, my heels clicking against the marble flooring with determination to get to my destination quickly.I reach the bank of elevators, pressing the button and I step away, running my fingers through my loose curls. I start to gather it up into a ponytail and I feel him standing behind me."Lütfen (please), leave it down. I like the way it frames your face." He implores as he wraps his hand around mine and tugs it away from my hair.The doors slide open and he glides me into the elevator car with his hand on the small of my back. I say a silent prayer to the Gods to keep my trembling legs from giving out beneath me. People start piling into the car with us. It quickly becomes overcrowded and we are fo
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TWENTY-ONE YEARS LATER... "Where is Sandro?" I turn at the firm sound of my husband's voice, my nerves flutter in my stomach as I bite on my lower lip. "I believe he's in his room, dear," I state nervously. "Is he ready?" Aydem asks as he flicks out his hand and looks at his expensive gold watch. "He's still just a kid." "He's the heir to the throne of our family empire, and it's time for him to take his place." I look past his shoulder, shaking my head at our youngest daughter, Asli as she attempts to enter the living room. "I know. He was born for this and you have spent most of his life preparing him for it... But-" "But, you're his mother, and naturally you can't help but worry about his wellbeing." Aydem crosses the room, devouring the distance between us in no time and pulls me into his comforting arms. Twenty glorious years with this man hasn't diminished the power o
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I lay motionless in our bed as I hear Aydem softly enter our room; he turns on the ensuite light, filling the room with a yellow glow before quietly closing the door behind him.The sound of cascading water sweeps through the room, I roll over and look at the time, it's six in the morning, and he's just stumbling through the door now.I throw back the duvet, swing my legs over the side of the bed and I open the door, leaning against the threshold as mists of condensation gather in the room."Good morning, dear," I utter, watching him through the glass screen as he lathers his body with soapHe comes to a halt for a split second, casting a glimpse over his shoulder before resuming his washing. "Günaydın, askim." [Goodmorning, my love.] He replies gruffly, placing the soap back onto the dish, he places his hands on the wall and bows his head as he lets the water wash away the sins he has committed.Sins on my behalf.
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He pulls back, gazing down at me. "When you play with fire, askim. [my love] You are bound to get burned, scorched or fried. If you ever pull this bok [shit] again. I will bind you to our bed, and you will never be allowed to leave the room again." He growls, and I know he means every word."I know you mean well and I'm sorry," I say as I search his eyes. "But this was the only option we had. I had to use myself as bait."[No.] "Hayir, you didnt." He says coldly and I don't like the sound of his tone."I did." I snap, stepping out of his embrace. "If I didn't see him, Aydem. Who is to say he would not have followed us back to the villa where our son is sleeping and your cousins live with their children?" Placing my hands on my hips, I run the tip of my tongue over my top teeth. "He could have returned and figured out the layout of the villa as well as everyone's schedule," I explain trying to justify my actions.His eyes narrow as he blows air out of his
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Slowly sipping on my glass of red wine as I look at Aydem over the rim, a small smile curves on the corners of my mouth.Setting his utensils down on his plate, he picks up his crystal glass with whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip from it, his eyes never leaving mine."You keep looking at me like that askim [my love], I'll have no choice but to take you right here, on this table, in front of all these people." He says roughly, setting his glass back down on the table.I place my glass of wine back down on the table too, "Is that a promise?" I ask seductively, leaning over the table.A lopsided smirk stains his gorgeous face, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He chuckles, rubbing the side of his jaw.I get up from my seat and walk over to him, running my fingers through his hair as I settle on his lap. "Yes and No." I state honestly, leaning in, "I'd rather you take me in the bathroom where there won't be an audience." I whisper in
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"That's right baby, take all of me." He growls.My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan.Struggling to breathe as he fills my mouth, undoubtedly giving every inch of himself to me. I take it all like a good wife that I desperately crave to be for him.I want him, I need every delicious inch he has to offer me.We mark each other in our most intimate places, claiming one another as my nude lipstick smears across the base of his cock. A statement that I deliberately make by showing him that I have put a ring on it and it is exclusively mine from this point forward. Saliva infused with premium precum slides down the side of my mouth, my chin and it drips onto my breasts.I swirl the tip of my tongue over the mushroom of his cock, slowly gliding my flat, moist tongue along his shaft and over his throbbing vein. Taking him in my mouth, inch by inch, I hollow my cheeks, sucking him off harder."Fuck, askim." [my love.] His
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"Oh, just six teeny, tiny, minutes." I sing out in an airy tone. "Do you think you can control yourself for a full seven minutes, husband?" I breathe out, liking how it sounds as it rolls off the tip of my tongue"Are you trying to unman me?" His jaw ticks."Would it only take six minutes?" I raise an eyebrow, running my hand down my torso between my breasts."Fuck.." He breathes out, "Are you sure you want this tonight? Do you want me to fill you with my hands caressing every inch of your tempting body after-""I'll be yours to use for your enjoyment. My body is yours to use however you please." I breathe with excitement.His jaw locks, his eyes don't leave my breasts and every muscle in his delicious body tenses. I straddle him, "Your six minutes start now."I place my hands on his shoulders and I slowly start to grind against his swelling cock. "That didn't take long, dear," I whisper into the shell of his ea
