SARAYA'S POVI stumbled down the stairs, my legs barely holding me up as my chest heaved with broken sobs. The image was burned into my mind—Arlan, half-naked, scrambling out of bed, while Matilda stood there in nothing but her panties.“Saraya, wait! Please, let me explain!” His voice chased after me like a ghost, hollow and meaningless.Explain? What was there to explain? I had seen enough. The sight of his disheveled hair and Matilda’s smug expression said everything I needed to know.“Don’t follow me, Arlan!” I screamed over my shoulder, my voice cracking.But of course, he didn’t listen. I heard his footsteps behind me, his desperation clawing at my back.“Saraya! Please! It’s not what you think!”“Not what I think?!” I spun around at the bottom of the stairs, my face wet with tears. “You were in bed with her, Arlan! What exactly am I supposed to think?!”His mouth opened, then shut, and for a moment, I saw guilt flicker across his face. That was it. That was all I needed.I bolt
MATILDA'S POV;I drove out of Arlan's house, a satisfied smile playing on my lips."Who knew fate could be so generous?" I asked laughing out hysterically.Saraya finding me in bed with Arlan was the perfect twist. It was almost too easy."I wouldn’t have to work too hard to pull them apart now." I mused, drumming my fingers on the wheel. "She’ll do it all on her own." I increased the sound of my car stereo as the jam 'dangerous game.' was played.*THE NIGHT BEFORE...*Looking around to make sure it was safe, I bought out the drug from my pocket. It was in a small nylon. "Don't blame me for this, Arlan." I fetched the glasses, I slipped the drug into his drink, my hands steady and my heart pounding.As we drank, the effects began to show. His usually sharp eyes grew hazy, and his words stumbled over themselves. He leaned back in his chair, his guard completely down.I took my chance, leaning in and kissing him deeply. His lips were soft and warm. “You’re all mine, Arlan,” I whispere
SARAYA'S POV;It was mid day and I still couldn’t concentrate at work. Throughout the meeting, my mind kept drifting back to what I’d seen this morning; Arlan and Matilda.I picked up the landline on my desk and entered some digits. “Peter,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Yes, Ms. Newman?”“Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day. I... I do not feel great at the moment.” My voice cracked.“I'll do that ma'am. Do you need me to get you anything?” Peter asked.I shook my head like he was in front of me. "Not at the moment, I just want to be left alone without any disturbance.""I'll see to that, ma'am." Peter replied before I ended the phone call.Grabbing my tablet, I hesitated for a moment before opening the browser. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my curiosity won. I typed in Matilda’s name and hit the search button.Her profile popped up instantly. The first thing I noticed was how perfect her life looked. Perfect hair, perfect smile, and, of course,
ALEX'S POV;I looked out through the window and took a deep breath of relief when Saraya drove into the compound."You can ease your worry, " Mary's voice interrupted my thoughts, her hand patting my back. "Now that she is back.""I don't think I can ease my worries, Mary" I snapped before realizing and could see the shock on Mary's face. Seeing how I must have scared her. "I'm sorry, I yelled at you. It wasn't my intention. It just feels like a storm I'm not prepared for is fast approaching. Mother is acting weird and had not been the same since Saraya was announced as the new CEO." I sighed."While I pretend it's nothing, it's eating my heart terribly and Saraya?" I asked. "She's been withdrawing and crawling back to her shell. With my mother and daughter this way, I can barely catch my breath in this house."Mary sighed. "I understand how you feel, I will try talking to Saraya." She suggested.I shook my head. "No, I will do it." I replied. "She is the CEO of the Newman's empire, s
Warning: 18+ only. This book contains age gap erotica and hardcore steamy taboo. If you're not up to 18 or sensitive to contents like this, I advise not to read further. But if you're not,then get ready for a naughty, intriguing and fun read. __________________________________ She slowly leans forward,her weight supported with a hand on the table.Her eyes looking into mine, not flickering, just slowly battering up, and then down. Was she trying to read my thoughts? Was it a dare? "You should take a careful look at it" She says, her voice low, soft and coaxing. My throat bobbed with a hard swallow. My guts failed me. This is what I've ever dreamed about since I met her, to have her this close to me, alone in a room. I turn my gaze to the file on the table, but her finger brush under my chin, lifting it with a gentle deliberate touch that even I could not help but oblige till our faces were close enough for me to feel the warmth of her breath. "Not now big guy." She says. Tens
(Colorado, USA.)Saraya Newman wipes off her tears as she arrived at the her mother's gravesite and drops a bouquet of flowers on the slab that had her mother's name, Maria Moore, engraved on it alongside her date of birth and death. She had done that every month for the past six months after the funeral.Her mother's death was never a shock to her, with all the heavy drinking and smoking it was only a matter of time only that it happened at an inappropriate time of Saraya's life.Moreover, she'd just broken up with her good for nothing boyfriend of two years and needed some time away, a vacation,to heal from the heartaches these young men kept giving her. And maybe, just maybe, try her luck on the older ones._____________SARAYA'S POV:I took one last look at the cemetery before closing the door to my 2023 Cayenne Porsche SUV. My mother and I never had the best parent to child relationship but if I'm to be honest, that woman did try her best in the many ways most single parent never
(Sydney, Australia.)ARLAN POV:The party air was heavy and stifling with hollow laughter and shallow formalities and little expression of any real amusement, at least from my end.The conversations about trivial business talks intrigued me only a little. I've already had a stressful day at the company and I'm certain that I do not need anymore of it. My cheeks are starting to hurt from the forced smiling I had to do whenever I got noticed by someone that I may or may not be acquainted with.I took a gulp of the cold glass of champagne, my third glass already, to keep my throat warm ahead of the conversations I might have soon. I checked my phone like I have been doing for the past thirty minutes, and pretended to be busy on it whenever anyone tried to approach me as I wasn't ready for another conversation."The balcony!" I remembered, an open escape from the stifling atmosphere. I glanced around the room over my shoulders making sure no one would try to rope me again into an insipid
SARAYA'S POV:"I'm a businessman," He began, "I can tell just by watching closely. Look, let me show you," He moved closer beside me till our faces were almost touching. "See that Lady over there with a hat that looks like the shape of a monkey's butt?" He lowered his voice "Yeah?" I snickered."She's the ex-wife of Raphael Alou, the infamous Opera Vocalist. Over there is Mr. Richard Wallenstein, he took over his father's business years ago and is doing well. And as you can see," He extended a hand outwardly "Everybody is either standing next to someone or talking to someone. In short, everybody knows somebody here. Except for you." He turned his face to me.I felt his gaze burning deep into my skin, I turned too. "How can you presume so?" I asked in an almost whisper."I can tell from the look in your eyes. You look...alone. Why should a beautiful woman like yourself be all alone at a party?" He brushed some strands of hair away from my face. I cupped his chin with my hand and ask
ALEX'S POV;I looked out through the window and took a deep breath of relief when Saraya drove into the compound."You can ease your worry, " Mary's voice interrupted my thoughts, her hand patting my back. "Now that she is back.""I don't think I can ease my worries, Mary" I snapped before realizing and could see the shock on Mary's face. Seeing how I must have scared her. "I'm sorry, I yelled at you. It wasn't my intention. It just feels like a storm I'm not prepared for is fast approaching. Mother is acting weird and had not been the same since Saraya was announced as the new CEO." I sighed."While I pretend it's nothing, it's eating my heart terribly and Saraya?" I asked. "She's been withdrawing and crawling back to her shell. With my mother and daughter this way, I can barely catch my breath in this house."Mary sighed. "I understand how you feel, I will try talking to Saraya." She suggested.I shook my head. "No, I will do it." I replied. "She is the CEO of the Newman's empire, s
SARAYA'S POV;It was mid day and I still couldn’t concentrate at work. Throughout the meeting, my mind kept drifting back to what I’d seen this morning; Arlan and Matilda.I picked up the landline on my desk and entered some digits. “Peter,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Yes, Ms. Newman?”“Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day. I... I do not feel great at the moment.” My voice cracked.“I'll do that ma'am. Do you need me to get you anything?” Peter asked.I shook my head like he was in front of me. "Not at the moment, I just want to be left alone without any disturbance.""I'll see to that, ma'am." Peter replied before I ended the phone call.Grabbing my tablet, I hesitated for a moment before opening the browser. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my curiosity won. I typed in Matilda’s name and hit the search button.Her profile popped up instantly. The first thing I noticed was how perfect her life looked. Perfect hair, perfect smile, and, of course,
MATILDA'S POV;I drove out of Arlan's house, a satisfied smile playing on my lips."Who knew fate could be so generous?" I asked laughing out hysterically.Saraya finding me in bed with Arlan was the perfect twist. It was almost too easy."I wouldn’t have to work too hard to pull them apart now." I mused, drumming my fingers on the wheel. "She’ll do it all on her own." I increased the sound of my car stereo as the jam 'dangerous game.' was played.*THE NIGHT BEFORE...*Looking around to make sure it was safe, I bought out the drug from my pocket. It was in a small nylon. "Don't blame me for this, Arlan." I fetched the glasses, I slipped the drug into his drink, my hands steady and my heart pounding.As we drank, the effects began to show. His usually sharp eyes grew hazy, and his words stumbled over themselves. He leaned back in his chair, his guard completely down.I took my chance, leaning in and kissing him deeply. His lips were soft and warm. “You’re all mine, Arlan,” I whispere
SARAYA'S POVI stumbled down the stairs, my legs barely holding me up as my chest heaved with broken sobs. The image was burned into my mind—Arlan, half-naked, scrambling out of bed, while Matilda stood there in nothing but her panties.“Saraya, wait! Please, let me explain!” His voice chased after me like a ghost, hollow and meaningless.Explain? What was there to explain? I had seen enough. The sight of his disheveled hair and Matilda’s smug expression said everything I needed to know.“Don’t follow me, Arlan!” I screamed over my shoulder, my voice cracking.But of course, he didn’t listen. I heard his footsteps behind me, his desperation clawing at my back.“Saraya! Please! It’s not what you think!”“Not what I think?!” I spun around at the bottom of the stairs, my face wet with tears. “You were in bed with her, Arlan! What exactly am I supposed to think?!”His mouth opened, then shut, and for a moment, I saw guilt flicker across his face. That was it. That was all I needed.I bolt
SARAYA'S POV;Perched on the edge of the bed, my mind drifted to Alan. How he had shown up for me today at the Central Precinct."Here I was thinking I was doing a great job suppressing my feelings but why did I feel that way then? And why do I feel this way now?" I bit my lower lip as I placed my hand on my chest, bearing the sporadic rhythm of my heartbeat.The tingly sensation made me happy yet made me nervous.I shook my head as if to shake off the thought of him, but his thoughts continued to fill my mind. I laid my back against the bed, hoping to get some sleep and stop thinking about him but even sleep was far away from my eyes.My eyes squeezed shut but opened with frustration written over my face. It didn't work. The worried look on his face when he came to the Central Precinct to bail me was all I could see when I closed my eyes and all I could think of.“Perhaps you should go see him rather than sitting here doing nothing.” A voice whispered in my thoughts.I shook my hea
ALAN'S POV;I pulled over the car at the garage, a deep huff escaped from my lips with as I leaned back on my seat.It had been a long day, one I didn't expect.I alighted from the car and headed to my apartment. Punching in the pin in the lock, I recalled how Saraya looked at me at the Central Precinct.Though she did nothing to be sorry for, she must have been awfully embarrassed. I would be too if I was in her shoes."What was I thinking?"Opening the door, I dragged my feet inside and sank on the couch in the living room.“Bridget? Bridget!” I called out but there was response. I was tired, famished and was craving some good food for the night.At least, something good for the day. I rolled my eyes after some second of waiting for a response but didn't get any.“Bridget?” I called again as I rose to my feet and headed to the kitchen. That was when I remembered it was her day off from work.“What a good day!” I scoffed with my face slightly marred with a frown. “Could today just be
SARAYA'S POVThe cold metal of the chair beneath me was the only thing grounding me as officer Leo’s sharp gaze bore into mine.He sat across the table, a laptop and a folder filled with documents was in front of him. His voice was calm but pointed, he didn't beat around the bush but was hitting the hammer on the nail.“Ms. Newman, three million dollars doesn’t just vanish into thin air. Someone took it. Was it you?” He asked. "Are you keeping slush funds to avoid paying tax?"My heart beat at the mention of slush funds. "Is this my grandmother of retailing or is this Ian's doings?" I asked myself. "These were the only people I know would do anything far and beyond to see fall, kinship means nothing to them." I sighed."Keeping quiet won't help your case if you know what is good for you, you should start talking."I kept my lips pressed shut, my eyes fixed on the corner of the table. "Don’t say a word," I reminded myself. "Anything I say could be twisted." So, I invoked my right to r
IAN'S POV;I watched grandma paced around in her room and sighed in between. Her gray hair was neatly tied in a low bun, but the lines of worry on her face made her seem older than her years.I walked up to her and held her by the shoulder. "You should stop pacing already, you would get dizzy at this rate and feel sick.""Are you sure you have nothing to do with Saraya's arrest?" She asked me with worry written all over her face.I guess despite not having a good relationship with Saraya, grandma was worried about her, after all, saraya is also her grandchild."Are you worried about Saraya or the company?" I asked."Don't you digress from my question and answer it already." Her voice was gentle yet stern."Come on, grandma!" I began, "why should I do something that would tarnish the image of the company I would soon be taking over?" I asked. "The one person I have issues with is Saraya and not the business itself. I know nothing about this." I added completely refuting her claims."Ia
ARLAN'S POV;I was halfway through my cup of coffee when the news broke. The voice on the television droned on as I watched the business news.Saraya Newman. Arrested.The cup slipped from my fingers, and the coffee splashed across my shirt and hand, burning like hell."Shit!" I cursed, but the sting was nothing compared to the jolt in my chest. For a moment, all I could do was stare at the screen, my heart pounding like a war drum."What the hell is going on right now?" I asked as though someone else was in the room with me. "I spoke to her this morning... Ian?" Realization dawn on me. "I don't believe that sly snake would stoop so low to do this."Ignoring the mess, I grabbed my phone and dialed Alex. My hand was shaking, and I hated that. Hated how easily the mere mention of her name could unsettle me. The phone rang twice before he picked up.“Arlan.” There was something about his voice that sounded tired and frustrated when he picked up.“What’s going on?” I demanded, not botheri