I looked up at Emerson, breathing hard, meeting his intense gaze as I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. He shivered at my touch, his eyes following my every move, and I whispered, “You want me to stop?”For a second, his face tightened, and he nodded slowly, almost reluctantly. “Why?” I asked, my voice a gentle whisper, feeling the vulnerability in him. My hands roamed over his body, and as I leaned in, I placed a soft kiss on the left side of his chest, just over his heart. He inhaled sharply, catching my hand as if to steady himself, as if he couldn’t hold back.“What?” I murmured, raising my gaze to his face, searching his eyes for answers he wouldn’t say. But the hesitation was fading, replaced by a raw want that he could no longer hide.Standing on my tiptoes, I brushed my lips lightly against his, first a soft peck, a gentle nudge that grew as I kissed his cheek, then his jawline, tasting the warmth of his skin. When I finally pressed my
I froze with my hand on the door. I wanted to turn back and look at him, but I didn’t. I knew what Emerson was like. I stood there for a few seconds as the room grew tenser. And then I smiled. I opened the door and left, not closing it behind me, not making a move to acknowledge his words or acknowledge him at all. I went straight to my room, with a mixture of emotion within myself.I was fuming with anger, but for some reason, I couldn’t explain, I was smiling. And then, out of nowhere, I started laughing. I didn’t even know what was so funny. 'What the hell is wrong with Emerson? What is wrong with him?' I thought to myself. 'He did not just say that to me.' But I knew he did. He just did. I sat on the bed, replaying every second of our night together in my head. It was amazing. It was everything I’d hoped for. So why in the world was Emerson acting this way?Maybe Emerson is just like his son, Eric. Maybe they’re the same. 'What was I supposed to understand from this? That I wa
Before I knew it, I was avoiding everybody in the house. I was living like a parasite, and I didn’t even know how it came to be this way. I was avoiding Madeline, so whenever I needed food or anything in the kitchen, I had to make sure she wasn’t there. I’d sneak in, grab what I needed, and then disappear, or I’d have to ask Thomas to bring my food to my room.I was avoiding Rose, too. Of course, whenever I passed her, she didn’t say anything. But we all know the look, she was giving it, pretending she wasn’t, but I could feel it on me, every single time.And then there was Emerson. After the way he kicked me out of his room, I was in no state to see him. I wasn’t ready to talk, wasn’t ready to let him look at me with pity or apologies, or whatever expression he’d have on his face. I just couldn’t. The last thing I needed right now was anything from him, so I kept my distance. I was running low on motivation, on happiness, and it wasn’t just him; it was everything. I was just down, f
I smiled as I sashayed slowly towards him like a cat on the prowl. I reached where he was sitting as he looked up at me, frozen, with no words, nothing to say. I removed my robe and I could see him sucking on his saliva as he blinked a few times. He opened his mouth and I could feel a protest coming from him, so I put my finger on his lips and shut him up. I took the laptop from his hands and put it beside the bed. I put my legs on top of his thighs and sat on top of him. I looked at him and it was silent between us for a minute. “I….. I….“ he began, but I stopped him again. “Shhh…..“ I told him slowly as I kissed him tenderly, swiftly into his soft lips and then I kissed his nose and then I kissed both his eyes and then I kissed his forehead. I pulled his head towards my chest and just hugged him there. I had missed him and it felt good to smell him. He smelled divine and I realized how much I've been missing him, how much I've been missing this. I went towards his ear and whisp
When I woke up the next day, I was happy. I woke up excited. I had a purpose, something to do, and for once, I didn't feel sorry for myself, and I was happy. I took a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs. I had planned to have breakfast at a hotel, but then, something made me pause. Instead of leaving, I turned and made my way to the kitchen.When I reached the kitchen, I found Madeline busy with her tasks. Without a second glance, I greeted her cordially, "Good morning." She didn’t respond, but I didn’t care. I only did it out of respect anyway. I walked straight to the fridge, grabbed a jug of juice, poured myself a glass, took out two eggs, and some sauces, and then headed over to the cooker. I lit it up and got busy with my breakfast, catching Madeline throwing me evil glances from the corner of my eye. But nothing was going to ruin my mood, not today. I fried my breakfast, then sat at the kitchen island, choosing not to go to the dining table, and began to eat.“This is
I kissed him hard, and then, just like I knew he would, he took control of the situation. His hands in my ear, in my hair, in my neck, going towards my arms, then touching, fumbling my breasts, then towards my waist, taking a handful of my but in his arms, driving me crazy and making me grind on his already hard dick. I kept driving myself insane on top of him while his hands kept wandering everywhere, kissing everywhere, I didn't even know and I don't even care, because the feeling I'm going through right now is just too good. I can't help but scream all the stuff that comes out of my mouth right now. And just as my hands go towards his zipper and I open it and get my hands on his very hard, very smooth dick, I hear him curse. “ fFuck … You're gonna be the death of me.““Don't you die on me yet, old man? “ I answer back with a little, lazy, sexy laugh, which makes him curse me even more. I pull my panties aside, without even taking them off, and put myself on top of his nuclear d
Emerson didn’t speak right away, and neither did I. The silence between us felt strange and heavy. But it wasn’t just the news about Eric and Rita, it was everything that had brought us to this point, all the unspoken things I couldn’t name. I wanted to ask him why he had felt the need to tell me, why he thought I needed to know this. But I didn’t. Instead, I just sat there, numb, the quiet between us stretching on."Okay then, um, I think I'll just go," Emerson said, almost like he didn’t want to."Okay," I answered. He stood up, looking around the room, his gaze lingering on the objects that filled the space, but his thoughts seemed far away. I couldn’t tell if he was actually going to leave or if he was just lost in the moment.He took two steps forward, toward the door, then suddenly stopped and turned back. He came back to the chair and sat down, still watching me, as if waiting for something. I kept my eyes on him, unsure of what was coming next, my mind racing, trying to figu
I didn’t go to Emerson’s bedroom last night after he told me about the family dinner. I don’t know if he was expecting me or not, but I was too hyped. I had too many thoughts working overtime in my head, and the night seemed too heavy to go to him. Instead, I spent the night alone, letting the anticipation build.Now, standing in front of the mirror, I could feel the excitement running through me. The white dress I wore hugged all the right places, accentuating my curves in ways I didn’t usually allow myself to see. My hair was freshly done and styled to perfection, and my makeup was flawless, highlighting my eyes and lips, and making me look like a model I never had the chance to be.It was 7:30, time to head downstairs. I wasn’t just going down there as a guest—I was going down as the host I was born to be, ready to meet my ex, now married to my sister. I wasn’t sure what to call someone who you were related to but didn’t really want to be related to. The whole thing felt twisted, a
Emmerson's words gave me pause. "Thank you," I said softly, touched by his concern. "Thank you for thinking of me. That means a lot. But I still want to work with my team."Emerson frowned slightly but stayed quiet as I continued. "You know, one of the reasons I quit before was because of how people looked at me. How they talked behind my back. It wasn’t the main reason, not even close, but it was there too. And now I’ve realized... I need to put on my big-girl pants on and face it. They’re not going to stop talking, Emerson. They’ll always have something to say. But that’s their problem, not mine. I can’t let them win. I am going to rise above it all "He sighed heavily, his expression a mixture of concern and reluctance. "I just don’t want anyone to hurt you, Mina," he said quietly."No one can hurt me," I assured him. "You told me to enjoy this, right? So let me. Let me do this my way. Please."Emerson stared at me for a moment before nodding, a small smile playing on his lips. "
When we got to the company, I didn't know what I was expecting. Maybe a bunch of people waiting there for me, maybe people staring at me. But when we arrived, it was surprisingly calm.No paparazzi or media insight.caAs we stepped out of the car and went inside, I greeted the security guard. "Good morning," I said casually, waving at him. He gave a polite nod, almost like a bow, but I didn’t think much of it.We passed the two secretaries at the front desk. I was used to Diane—I used to talk to her a lot when I worked here. Just because I was now Emerson’s fiancée didn’t mean I’d suddenly start ignoring her. But when I stopped to say hello, their eyes widened in surprise. Diane and her colleague both looked startled, as though I’d done something completely unexpected.“Hi, Diane. How have you been?” I asked, ignoring their shocked expressions.“It’s… it’s going fine, Mrs Blackwind,” she stammered, her voice filled with both nervousness and formality.I frowned slightly. She’d never
“It will also be very good for us,” Emerson said, persuasive.“Good for us?” I repeated skeptically. “The only thing it will do is land us on the front page.”“Yes,” he admitted, nodding “but it could also land us on the front page for something good. I mean, think about it. People think you’re going after me for my money. Everyone knows you and Eric don’t get along. But imagine this: the four of us sitting at one table, having an amazing dinner, and everything going smoothly. It would send a message. People would see the Blackwind family getting along and wonder why they’ve been making so much noise and attacking you. It’s like we’d turn the narrative on its head.”I listened to his words, thinking them over. As much as I hated to admit it, it kind of made sense.“Huh,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “You came prepared, didn’t you? Ready to convince me to agree with this?”“Yes,” he said with a grin. “I was actually afraid you’d say no to the dinner because of the cameras and the
“I don’t know, Emerson,” I said, uncertain. “I mean, I don’t want you to lose the Flagler Corporation, I know how important they are for the Blackwind company, but I really don’t want to work with Eric.”Emerson leaned forward, calm and determined. “Don’t worry, Mina. You’re not just working with Eric. You’ll also be working with Tina's son, Trayson. It’ll be the three of you, so I’m sure everything is going to be fine and civil. Plus, Eric will behave if he knows someone else is in the group, someone new and someone he will want to impress. You know how he is—macho and full of pride. He knows Trayson will be handling his mother's company in the future, and since he stands to take charge of mine, he will want to establish a great image. He wouldn’t want Tina’s son thinking he’s taking advantage of you and seeming lazy”I folded my arms, my doubt still heavy.Emerson reached across the table, taking both my hands in his. His eyes met mine, trying to be reassuring. “Besides, you’re my f
I turned my attention back toward Emerson. “What do you mean you want me to go back to work at the company? I don’t understand. Are you saying you want me to go back to work at Blackwind?”“Yes,” he said firmly. “We need you back at the office. Do you think you could consider coming back?”I stared at him, completely bewildered. Why would they want me back? This had Eric written all over it. Everything about this situation screamed his name.I leaned forward, my brows furrowing. “Is this about Eric?”Emerson sighed heavily, rubbing his face with both hands before letting them fall onto the table. “I’m afraid so.”I froze, my heart sinking. “Please don’t tell me you fired him. Don’t tell me you fired Eric and now you’re asking me to take his position. Emerson, that’s going to cause so much havoc, so much trouble.” My voice quickened as I laid out my concerns. “I mean, all the drama we went through with the media and tabloids when people found out about us and our engagement? That won
We went downstairs to have breakfast. Emerson poured us both coffee and as we started eating, he said, “Mina, you remember when I told you I had to tell you something?”“Yeah, I remember. What is it?”“I actually need you to help me with something.”“Okay, what is it? Just tell me,” I said, leaning forward, curious.“It’s actually a very big ask,” he added, his tone serious.“It’s okay. What is it? There’s nothing big you can’t ask of me.” I gave him an encouraging smile as I poured some juice into my glass. “So, what is it?”“I need you to go back to the company,” he said, his words deliberate.I froze, staring at him. “What do you mean, go back to the company?”“I mean, I need you to come back to work at the company,” he said, holding my gaze.Clang.Before I could respond, the sudden sound of something crashing startled us. We turned toward the door leading to the kitchen and found Madeline standing there, her face pale as the breakfast tray she’d been carrying lay scattered on the
I was still coming down from my high, the adrenaline and warmth coursing through me, and I wanted to say something—anything. Before I could, his phone rang again."Sorry," he said, letting me go as he moved toward the phone and picked it up. His brow furrowed as he answered. "What's so urgent?" he asked, his tone clipped but controlled.As he listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone, I decided to get up. I headed into the bathroom for a long, cold shower, the rush of water grounding me. By the time I emerged, wrapped in a towel, he was still on the phone, pacing the room and giving instructions.I moved into the wardrobe, deciding to focus on myself. I applied oil to my skin, carefully following my skincare routine, and then picked out something light and comfortable for the day. As I worked, I couldn’t help but notice Emerson’s voice filtering through the wardrobe door, his tone steady but laced with authority. He was busy—too busy, it seemed, for us to spend any real
Thank you for making my day," Emmerson said, his voice soft and genuine as his eyes locked with mine, holding my gaze in a way that made my heart skip. He wasn’t just saying words; he was letting me feel them. He wanted me to understand, to truly grasp what he meant. And I did.I saw it in his expression, the sincerity in his tone. I understood him completely, and more than that, I believed him. Every single word.“This has turned out to be a very good day," he continued, his lips curving into a smile that felt like the sun breaking through clouds. "And I’m sure it’s going to be even better, all because of you." He paused as if searching for the perfect words to express himself. "Thank you.”I felt a warm flush in my chest at his appreciation. But then his expression shifted slightly, just enough to catch my attention. A shadow of something darker flickered in his eyes. "Because yesterday…" he trailed off,“Yesterday was a total disaster.” His shoulders tensed as he exhaled, shaking h
Mina"So, what do you think?" I asked Emerson, my voice steady, but my heart was pounding so hard it felt like the beats might echo through the room. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. It was alive, alive and nervous because I had no idea what Emerson was thinking.What if I had made a massive mistake? What if this was too soon? What if all those beautiful days in Paris didn’t mean we were ready for this step? What if I had completely misread the signals?"Hmm," he finally said, his tone neutral as he walked past me, and then turned around.I couldn’t read his expression, only the broad line of his shoulders and the way he moved, deliberate but calm. He glanced around the room, his silence stretching until I couldn’t bear it any longer.He was standing there, the same unreadable look on his face.“Come on,” I said, my voice shaky but light, trying to mask my nerves. “What do you think? Just tell me. Give it to me straight.”“Um… it’s not bad,” he said, shrugging.“Not bad?” I repeated, my