As Emily arched her back with pleasure, she couldn't help but touch her own bosom while gazing up at the ceiling. Her thoughts were a conflicting blend of desire, fear, and a longing for validation.My whole, I want to dedicate to you.Just forgive if I go against this time.Yes, I am afraid.I am afraid of her. I am afraid of your PA.As Emily continued to lose herself in the act, the fear of competition with Hazel became more palpable.With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Emily intensified her movements, jumping faster and deeper. Leaning over Francisco, she called his name with a gasp, "Francisco!"Francisco, who had kept his eyes closed, finally opened them to witness her in the throes of passion. Giving him a seductive look, Emily expressed, "I want to let you feel good, love."In response, Francisco, who had been silent until then, finally spoke, questioning Emily's ability."Can you do that?” “Do you have the power to do it?"However, his mind was consumed by thoughts of
Rafael, still tense and uneasy, listened to Sheriff Alex's words."Rafael, trust her. She is highly skilled, and she has successfully navigated through numerous dangerous cases before," Mr. Alex asserted with confidence.His words were an attempt to instill trust in Rafael's mind, to persuade him that they were putting their faith in someone capable."But, Mr. Alex!" Rafael began, his worry obvious, but the sheriff anticipated his concerns and intervened."I understand your concerns, Rafael. However, you have to believe that she is more than capable of managing this situation. Trust in her intelligence and experience.”Rafael took a deep breath, he knew that there was no turning back from the path they had chosen, and waiting was now the only option."Boy!"Sheriff Alex placed a comforting hand on Rafael's shoulder, attempting to console him."This is a top-secret mission, and we can't rush in, accusing them outright. It has the involvement of influential businessmen and individuals
"The thing is, I don’t like that person whom Diana is hanging around," Max admitted with a deep breath, a hint of unease in his voice.Francisco, sensing the weight of Max's unspoken concerns, studied his friend's face. However, Max seemed hesitant, unable to articulate the full truth. He pressed his lips together, avoiding eye contact by looking around the room, a clear sign of his nervousness.Francisco, though slightly puzzled, maintained his composure. He offered a reassuring smile and placed a hand on Max's shoulder."Then force her to the mansion."Max's gaze met Francisco's, but his response wasn't as immediate as expected. He exhaled slightly, a weariness apparent in his expression.He could force her, indeed. The authority to do so was well within his grasp. But at that moment, Max yearned for more than just control; he desired a respite, a break from the relentless responsibilities that had been pressing down on him.He entertained the idea of taking a week off, a brief esc
"Give her nitroglycerin if she feels the pain again," Diana instructed a nurse as she handed over a file.After tending to her patient, Diana walked out of the cabin, a tired expression etched on her face. Her neck ached, and the idea of a massage lingered as a tempting solution.Moving wearily, she opened her cabin door, intending to retreat to her room for some much-needed rest. However, her plans were interrupted as she spotted Ben standing there with a cake."Ben," she said, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her voice."Ah, Diana…" he responded, rising to his feet."What are you doing here, and what does this mean?" Diana inquired, eyeing the cake with genuine surprise."I thought you needed it, so I brought it," Ben explained, a sincere gesture evident in his words.Hearing Ben's explanation, Diana's exhaustion momentarily lifted, replaced by a light smile. She took a seat in her chair, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected sweetness that Ben had brought into her day.Be
Diana emerged from the hospital, the urgency in her steps. It was 8 pm, and she was in a hurry to return to the mansion. The need to find out where Francisco had sent Max consumed her thoughts.In her hurried state, Ben, one of her confidants and a source of support, spotted her and called out, "Diana!"Turning to face him, she replied, "Ben!""Are you in a hurry?" he inquired, noticing the tension in her demeanor."Um… actually, yes. I need to go home," she responded, not slowing down.Ben, sensing the gravity of the situation, stopped her with a gentle touch. "I will drive you," he offered.Diana, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Max and the need for answers, declined, saying, "No… not today, dear. Okay, I am leaving. I will call you after going home, okay?"Without waiting for a response, Diana briskly walked away, leaving Ben standing with a sense of curiosity and concern. As he watched her disappear into the distance, he couldn't help but wonder about what happened suddenly
The maid, having prepared the bath for Hazel, left the room as Hazel entered the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her. The door closed behind the maid, leaving Hazel in solitude as she contemplated the inviting tub before her.Hazel's eyes fell on the inviting tub, adorned with floating rose petals, emitting a sweet and enticing aroma.A moment of contemplation passed before she moved the towel, gracefully easing herself into the warm water. A contented sigh escaped her lips as the soothing embrace of the bath enveloped her."Ahh..."She leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling, allowing the soothing embrace of the water to envelop her. At this moment of relaxation, Hazel's thoughts drifted to the events that had transpired, particularly the unexpected drive.Where can I find the drive?The possibilities floated in her mind.Would it be in his bedroom?A surge of uncertainty clouded her thoughts. She couldn't simply enter without the password or Francisco's voice.While pondering, Hazel
Hazel emerged from her room, her eyes scanning the surroundings that now felt eerily vacant. A chill ran down her spine, akin to the stillness of a vampire's mansion.Despite the bustling activity she had witnessed earlier, she found herself alone in the mansion's corridors.Tip-toeing cautiously, Hazel ventured forth. The silence hung thick, broken only by the echo of her own footsteps. A sense of foreboding enveloped her, making her hyper-aware of the clandestine nature of the mansion.As she explored, Hazel's keen observations kicked in, noticing the numerous CCTV cameras strategically placed throughout the mansion. A wave of caution washed over her, compelling her to maintain an air of normalcy, as though oblivious to the surveillance that silently observed her every move.Descending the staircase, Hazel's bewilderment deepened. The once-bustling mansion had transformed into an empty labyrinth.Where is everyone?She wondered, her voice lost in the silence that enveloped the gran
Hazel finished her dinner, but Francisco remained behind closed doors. An hour passed, and her curiosity deepened when she spotted a maid making her way towards his room. Hazel's eyebrows arched inquisitively.Contemplating whether to approach him, Hazel hesitated. If Francisco didn't open the door, how could she initiate a conversation? Deep in thought, she walked towards her room, clutching the book tightly. Upon locking the door, Hazel sighed, feeling a sense of frustration."Damn it. I need to do something. But what can I do?" She muttered, sinking onto her bed. With a determined breath, she opened the book, hoping its pages might offer solace or distraction.As Hazel continued reading the book, she stumbled upon a dialogue in Italian, seemingly spoken by a character playing both the hero and the villain, expressing feelings towards a girl. Her fingers traced the sentences, feeling the rhythmic flow of the depth of the meaning.Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, Hazel stood up, h