As soon as Ray walked into the cafeteria accompanied by Joey, a hush fell over the room. Every employee in the vast, bustling space stood up as if on cue, their trays and forks clattering in nervous unison.
"Okay, this is weird," Ray muttered under his breath, causing Joey to raise his hand to motion them back into their seats. As if they were strings attached to his fingers, the employees promptly sat back down, their stiff postures and forced smiles still firmly in place. Ray sighed, taking a seat at an empty table with Joey by his side. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air heavy with the aroma of spaghetti, meatloaf, and stress. "Why is everyone acting like they're at a funeral?" Ray asked, his brow furrowed as he scanned the room, his gaze landing on a group of employees nervously spooning soup into their mouths as if they expected it to explode. Joey, grinned and leaned back in his chair. "Well, Ray, you are the most powerful CEO in the city. They probably think one wrong move and you'll have me have them packing." Ray rolled his eyes. "They're not wrong, but I’m not about to fire anyone in your own company especially in the middle of lunch. What kind of heartless monster do they think I am?" Joey snickered and pointed towards the serving area, where a burly man in a white apron was serving himself "That's Charles, the head of production. A real stickler for the rules. Also, fun fact, he's considered the most handsome of the four guys." Ray shot Joey a withering look. "And how exactly is that relevant with us having our lunch?" Joey shrugged. "You came all the way from your company and wanted to come down here to see the men your wife works with, didn't you? I’m just providing commentary." "Joey," Ray said slowly, his voice dangerously calm, "I came down here to eat. Is that a crime?" "Not at all," Joey replied, his tone far too cheerful for Ray's liking. "But I doubt you’re here just for the food." Before Ray could retort, his attention was drawn to the serving area. Samira, had just walked in, flanked by three men who looked like they had walked straight out of a men's fashion magazine. One of them even had his arm casually draped around her shoulders, laughing at something she said. Joey looked over at his friend, leaned in closer before whispering to him. "Turns out they’re all good-looking, right?" Ray's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists as he continued to watch the scene in front of him. Samira was laughing, her eyes crinkling in that way they did when she found something genuinely funny. And the guy with his arm around her was clearly enjoying her company a bit too much for Ray's liking. "Now tell me you’re not jealous," Joey whispered, his voice teasing him like in a sing-song. Ray scowled, tearing his gaze away from Samira with a force of will. "I’m not jealous," he snapped, though the lie tasted bitter on his tongue. "She means nothing to me, and whoever she flirts with is none of my concern." Joey chuckled, his voice low and with a hidden meaning. "Sure, buddy. Keep telling yourself that." Ray busied himself with his food, stabbing a fork into his salad with unnecessary force. "I'm not jealous," he repeated, more to himself than anyone else. "Of course not," Joey agreed, nodding solemnly, though his eyes twinkled with mischief. "Just a healthy dose of…concern." Ray didn’t dignify that with a response, though his scowl deepened, and he stabbed his lettuce even harder. Meanwhile, at the other end of the cafeteria, Samira sat quietly at her table, her tray untouched. She had been watching the entire scene unfold with her usual unflappable composure, her dark eyes glinting with something between amusement and exasperation. Joey caught sight of her and nudged Ray, nodding towards her table. "You should take notes from your wife. Look at her, calm and collected, not a care in the world." Ray glanced over at Samira, who was now glaring silently at her salad as if it had personally offended her. "Samira? Calm? She’s probably plotting someone’s downfall right now." Joey chuckled. "Maybe. But at least she’s subtle about it. Unlike someone I know." Ray groaned, rubbing his temples as if to ward off the headache Joey was undoubtedly causing. "Why did I even come for lunch in your company?" "For free food and to see me, obviously," Joey said with a grin. "Plus, I make a great buffer. You know, in case you lose your cool and decide to flip a table." Ray shot him a look that clearly said the idea was tempting. "I’m not flipping any tables." "Good to know," Joey replied, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Because that would definitely get you into a scandal." Ray couldn’t help the small snort of laughter that escaped him. "You know what? I just might let you help me create the scandal instead." "Nice try, bro," Joey said, raising his sandwich in a mock salute. "But my company isn't into scandals." Ray sighed, finally giving in to the absurdity of the situation. "Why are you like this?" "Because you I love you," Joey replied with a wink. Ray groaned again, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. As annoying as Joey could be, he had to admit that the guy had a point—maybe he was a little more invested in Samira's lunch companions than he cared to admit. But he wasn’t about to give Joey the satisfaction of saying so. Instead, he turned his attention back to his food, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his mind that kept pointing out the way Samira's eyes sparkled when she laughed. The cafeteria buzzed on around him, the tension slowly dissolving into the background noise of clinking trays and murmured conversations. And from across the room, Samira’s continue to secretly glare at Ray unnoticed by everyone except the salad in her plate that was now thoroughly intimidated.The cafeteria had emptied out after all the employees finished their meals very fast to avoid any problems considering their boss was around. The chatter and clinking of utensils was replaced by an eerie silence. Only three people remained: Ray, Joey, and Samira, who was still leisurely eating as if nothing had happened.Ray sat at his table, lost in thought, replaying that moment in his mind when Samira had confessed the truth of her being a fake. He had been so angry, so hurt by her deception, but now, sitting here in the cafeteria, he felt something different. There was a tightness in his chest, a longing he couldn’t quite shake because he'd already been smitten by her the moment he laid eyes on her the very first time they met.Joey, who had been watching his friend closely, finally snapped him out of his reverie. “Hey, man, what’s up with you?” he asked, nudging Ray with his elbow. “You’ve been staring at your food like it’s about to tell you the meaning of life.”Ray blinked, sh
“Ray, man, you’re really stepping in it,” Joey had said, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is like walking into a lion’s den and poking the lion with a stick.”Ray had frowned then. “I’m not poking any lions. I’m just… visiting.”“Right,” Joey had said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “Visiting. While she’s at work. During lunch.”Ray had shot Joey a glare, but Joey only shrugged, as if to say, Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.Samira, meanwhile, had leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest in that way she did when she was about to lay into someone. Ray braced himself.“You think because I’m your wife, you can just show up unannounced and keep tabs on me?” she asked, her tone deceptively calm.Ray opened his mouth to deny it, but Samira wasn’t finished.“You didn’t want me to work in the first place, Ray. You wanted me to stay home and play house. But I’m not the kind of woman who sits around waiting for her husband to come home. I have a career, a life, and I won’t let yo
The night's lights cast long shadows across the room as Samira stepped inside after her long day at work. She was really feeling the weight of the day in her bones. She spotted Ray immediately, sprawled arrogantly on her favorite sofa with papers spread out across the coffee table, his phone glued to his ear. He was deep in conversation, his tone authoritative and commanding. He was far from the man who was always acting childish and petty towards her—the man in front of her was the typical Ray she had grown to despise or the one she'd failed to understand. She had barely put her bag down when he saw her approach. He ended his call abruptly when he saw her, his eyes locking onto her with a gaze that could strip paint."So, you've finally decided to come home," he remarked softly, his voice deceptively calm. "I thought you might stay out late with those male colleagues of yours."Samira was dumbfounded. I think you need a good checking, because the level of childish
Ray was a master of deception. That's what Samira had come to realize; he always knew how to turn every situation to his advantage. He had a way of bending reality to his will with a charm that was so smooth it could convince even the most skeptical and crazy mind. Samira thought she was not crazy, that she could never fall for his schemes, but she was wrong. She once again found herself swept up in his theatrics the moment they stepped into his mother's grand sitting room. The place was a blend of modern elegance and vintage charm—white marble floors, dark mahogany furniture, and large French windows that bathed the room in soft, natural light. She noticed how Ray seemed at ease here, comfortably playing his role as the loving son and husband. Ray's mother, Elena Ray, was a sharp woman in her early fifties, her elegant demeanor accentuated by her pearl necklace and perfectly styled silver hair. She watched them like a hawk, her keen eyes missing nothin
Samira followed Elena out into the garden, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being led into a trap. The garden was sprawling and meticulously maintained, with rose bushes in full bloom and a small fountain gurgling softly in the center. Elena walked slowly, her posture graceful, every movement calculated. Samira kept her eyes forward, determined not to show any signs of weakness. She had dealt with worse than Ray’s mother; she reminded herself she was not some innocent lamb to be led to slaughter. But the air around them was thick with their unspoken words, and Elena’s silence was more unnerving than her sharp remarks. "You know," Elena began, breaking the quiet, "Ray is very dear to me. He’s my only son, my greatest joy. But he’s also my greatest worry." Samira nodded politely, unsure where this was going. Elena stopped by the fountain, turning to face her directly. The older woman’s eyes were probing, as if searching for some hidden truth beneath Samira's calm exterior. "Bei
#Mature content a head, kindly you kiddo buzz off. Samira’s knees buckled as Ray’s hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. She gasped, her back arching as his fingers found her most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her head spin. She was losing herself, her senses overwhelmed by the heady mix of anger and desire that Ray stirred within her. She could feel the tension coiling tighter, the pressure building to a fever pitch. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, and Ray knew it. He could feel the way her body responded to him, the way her breath hitched with every touch. "Ray, please," Samira whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to him, desperate for the release he dangled just out of reach. Ray chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "Please, what? Tell me, Samira. Tell me what you need." Samira bit her lip, her pride warring with her desire. She didn’t want to beg, didn’t want to give him the satisf
(WARNING 18+Only) Samira bit back a retort, she was too lost in the feel of his lips on her neck, the way his hands explored her body with a confident possessiveness that made her head spin. She hated how much she craved this, craved him, even as she fought against the control he wielded over her. But in this moment, she was willing to surrender, to let go of the pretense and give in to the fire that blazed between them. Ray lifted her easily, pressing her back against the wall as he kissed her deeply, his tongue teasing hers with a skill that made her knees weak. Samira wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him as her hands roamed his chest, pushing his shirt aside to feel the hard muscles beneath. She broke the kiss, her breath ragged as she stared into his eyes, her own reflecting the tempest of emotions raging within her. "Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Don’t you dare stop this time."
(Warning 18+ ONLY!)Samira woke to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, the warmth of Ray’s body pressed against her back. For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of simply lying there, savoring the peaceful quiet, the rise and fall of Ray’s chest against her, and the gentle rhythm of his breathing. It was a fragile, fleeting moment that felt almost like a dream—a brief respite from the constant push and pull of their lives. But even as she lay there, reality began to creep back in her, bringing with it the memory of the previous night. She turned slightly, her gaze drifting over Ray’s sleeping form. His face was relaxed in sleep, free of the calculated charm and deceptive confidence that usually defined him. Samira watched him for a while, her mind torn between the intense feelings that had burned between them and the stubborn walls she had built to protect herself from his games. Ray stirred, his eyes fluttering open as if he cou