Luke POV . . I was full of joy. Finally, I could take some time off tonight. Guarding a strong-headed woman like Ms. Weasly drained my energy a lot. "Someone's so happy!" Mariana chimed in behind me. I just glanced over my shoulder and smiled at her. "Looks like someone can sleep early tonight and can wake up late tomorrow, huh?!" she quipped. I turned around and raised the glass of red wine to her. "Cheers to that, Mariana. The same must go with you, too!" I told her with a wink. "Oh! Well, I need to prepare for their breakfast!" she shrugged off while pouring herself a glass of wine. "But who knows, right?!" she also winked, knowing what we both meant. "I'm telling you, you're not gonna prepare for breakfast. A late lunch or early dinner, maybe!" I whispered while glancing around, thinking somebody could have heard us. But the thing was, aside from boss and Ms. Weasly, it was just me and Mariana who lived in this mansion. The Scarred-face Gang was scattered everyw
Martin POV . . "Boss, I swear I didn't look!" Luke came rushing in. Fear was visible in his eyes. He untied me right away while trying to keep his distance. "Boss, whatever punishment you will give me, I will acce~" "Where is she?" I cut his bubbles off. Massaging the wrists that Dakota had just tied, d*mn it left a red mark. Luke hastily handed me my shirt that was on the floor. "She's with Mariana, boss!" he was still gasping. "We told her!" he whispered. "I know!" I calmly replied. Luke was shocked by my answer. His mouth was hung, ajar. "You couldn't untie me here if you didn't tell her!" I was aware that Dakota could turn our heads not just sideways but also upside down. Luke pursed his lips tight and bobbed his head twice, agreeing with my opinion. "She can be a perfect mafia Don if she's just a man!" he uttered, unaware that I heard him. "F*ck, you're right about that!" I fixed my collar, leaving my shirt unbuttoned, and strode out of the room. Luke followed me
"Oh, that's f*cking good, babe! Yes!" her hips were writhing while I thrust harder. Her scream was f*cking giving me incredible insanity. I was aware that Luke and Mariana could hear us, but who cared? "Like this, kitty? Want more?" I groaned. I felt I was close to c*m. My right hand gripped her butt cheek tight, while my left tugged a volume of her hair, making her moan. Based on her expression, her sultry sound was both for pain and pleasure. "Yes, babe! Yes. Oh, Martin!" the way she called my name was melody in my ears, d*mn I wanted all of her. From the strand of her hair to the tip of her toenail. "Babe, I'm gonna c*m!" she screamed. "Not yet, kitty!" I commanded. "Disobey me, and you'll face my punishment!" I told her while I kept thrusting her p*ssy. I heard a whimper as she bit her lower lip, her doe eyes were fixed on me. "Babe, let me, please!" every time she was about to c*m, I would stop or slow down. The look of frustration was written all over her reddish face.
Dakota POV . . "Are we there yet?" I groaned as I stretched my legs on the leather seat of Martin's black limousine. He let me occupy the whole five-seater of this glamorous baby of his. "Just a few hours more!" Martin replied without glancing at me. His eyes were on his laptop. He was sitting across from me. Today, we're all going to his villa in Corinthian, where Amy Leah's mansion was located. I sighed and pushed the intercom from the corner. "Mariana, can you play some pop music, please?" "Right away, Miss!" Mariana replied. Martin glanced at me. He saw how bored and uncomfortable I was. I even rolled my eyes, trying to exaggerate what I felt at the moment. When the song 'Single Ladies' tuned in, I began to bob my head. He was just staring at me while crossing his arms over his chest. He tilted his head to the side, and his eyes formed into thin slits while watching me humming and swaying my hands. I danced to the music while sitting and even blew him a flying kiss,
Martin POV . . I was sitting in my office while reviewing the project that Shantel left on my desk. I furrowed my brows at some dates that she approved. "Shantel!" I called her. Where was she this time? That's when the door of my office opened, and Sean, my other assistant, came in with more documents to review. "What are those?" I massaged my temples, having a migraine operating these businesses. "Ahm, sir. These are the updated documents and blueprints for the new condominium tower the company is building on the east side!" he placed all of the documents and blueprints on my desk, covering my face. I had to get up and check each page one by one. "Sean, what made Shantel sign these? She knows well that the required dates for building towers are crucial!" Sean looked over the said document, and the same as mine, his face looked confused. "Sir, I have never seen this contract before!" he shook his head at once. "Call Mr. Vianchi. Tell him to meet me at lunch in Ma
Dakota POV . . "Madam Florence, I apologize. I didn't report for how many days now. It's your decision, ma'am. I will respect it no matter what!" I couldn't look her in the eye. I was looking down at the floor the whole time. "Hmm! Perhaps I should give you a punishment, Dakota." I couldn't see her expression, but I imagined her fierce but refined look. "What do you think?" "I...I think!" goodness, I couldn't speak at all when I was in front of her. "You see, Dakota. I have a decent code for working, which I have lived with for a long time. That's why SF Galore has flourished for decades!" with the click-clacking of her high-heeled shoes, I could tell she moved from her desk to some of the mannequins lined in rows. I remained speechless. I blamed Martin for everything. I thought I was so unprofessional, the fact that SF Galore gave me a shot, and Madam Florence herself was the one who hired me, I was just throwing that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She was already
It was Saturday! The Grand Party had arrived. I wasn't just escorted by Madam Florence, but we also rode in her black Mercedes Splinter luxury van where I didn't need to bend down when getting out of the car door. I saw her speaking to Luke at her office earlier, giving him a serious talk not to say a single thing to Martin. The latter almost peed on his pants when Madam Florence's eyes blazed with a warning. I ended up wearing the elegant ball gown Madam Florence wore on her 18th birthday. I felt like a princess at the moment. I was already 25, but this gown made me feel like I was just 18. My one-of-a-kind mentor was also mesmerizing with her looks tonight. She was wearing one of her designs that was worn once by an iconic and legendary Hollywood actress. As the door of the car automatically slid open, Madam Florence got off first. She glanced at me with a satisfying smile while waiting for my grand entrance. As I got out of the van, the media and paparazzi began clicking
"Fiancee?!" I repeated, raising a pitch at the end of my tone. I saw Martin avoid my curious stare and heard Madam Florence's deep sigh. That's when Shantel came to our little group of chaos with her arrogant aura, looping immediately her hands around Martin's arm. "Oh! My apologies, Miss Weasley!" "It's Weasly!" I corrected. "Pronounce my last name well, Miss Zaborowski. Our family may not be as powerful as yours, but we are also well-known, especially when it comes to prestige and manners!" that was so true. My father was a wealthy businessman, but he never took advantage of anyone. My mom was a nurse at a public hospital. She never accepted any nursing position at a private hospital because, for her, serving patients who couldn't afford expensive treatments was her happiness in life. The music stopped, and the guests were surrounding us. However, the paparazzi kept on clicking their cameras on us. Whoever hired these stupid photographers was here with an objective~ to create