It was a little after dinner when Vinnie’s phone finally came to life.She had been waiting so desperately for a call from Alex since the moment she left the Doyle’s building that now, when his name flashed on the screen of her phone, her hands started shaking and a massive ball of hesitation swelled in her throat.After being restless and uncomfortable the entire day, she thought she would be relieved to finally get a call from him. But to be this nervous, anxious and awkward all at once was not something she anticipated beforehand.Anyway, she managed to move past the nerves that seemed to be gnawing at her. Took a deep breath and told herself to calm the fuck down. It was not the time to stay in her head; her phone was still ringing.Vinnie practically pounced on the phone and swiped to answer.“Good evening, Ms. Hart,” Alex’s familiar voice arrived, and Vinnie thought her heart would almost burst out of her chest. To save herself from embarrassment— as if that could actually happe
“Don’t you think you’re being hasty?” Jackson asked, taking a sip of water before putting the glass back on the dining table. He looked so smug while he said those words that Ethan almost spat out his own sip of wine. Instead, the older brother merely wiped his mouth with the napkin. “And don’t you think you’re being ridiculous? Stop meddling already.” Jackson laughed; he couldn’t help himself. “You’re being so petty. Is she really worth it?” Did she? Ethan wondered. But then he shook his head. No. Vinnie could never be more than what she was. A side thing. A woman he kept around to fulfill his physical needs so he wouldn’t have to waste time finding someone else to casually date and ditch every other week to avoid catching feelings. Ethan considered himself either too old or too busy for a traditional relationship with all its drama and demands. He just needed someone on the side he could turn to when he felt like it, and he could walk away without feeling guilty or anything. “I
Vinnie had never seen so much luxury in her entire life. She could swear on everything she had ever held dear. No matter how many times she closed her eyes and hoped to get used to this new life that now she had signed up for, her mind couldn’t wrap around the reality that was in front of her. The moment she opened her eyes, the strange feeling of displacement would hit her hard. Not that it was a bad thing. Vinnie enjoyed every bit of this life that she was being delivered to. In fact, she couldn’t even begin to express how grateful she was for it. She fell in love with the penthouse Mr Doyle had arranged for her the moment she walked through the door. The apartment was the perfect combination of modern and chic. It had everything Vinnie could have dreamed of having for herself, and the moment she stepped in, her breath was taken away. Her eyes were as wide as sockets, and her feet were unable to move. She just stood there, gaping, awestruck. If not for Alex, laughing at her jaw-d
Vinnie was stunned, to say the least. Couldn’t move. Or breathe. Or think. When the hell did he arrive? She thought. How long had he been standing there, watching her? How did he even manage to come in there without her noticing? Not that any of those questions seemed to be bothering the gorgeous man, though. Mr Doyle just stood there, next to the sliding door that separated the living room from the pool. He was dressed in a casual button-down and jeans. But even from the distance, Vinnie could tell he looked amazing. And the thought that he was finally there, with her, for her, made her kind of dizzy for a second. She could feel his piercing eyes on her, watching her as she breathed through her mouth, like a fish suddenly out of the water, literally, and squirmed, even though she was still in the water. It all felt so ridiculous at some uncaring and unbothered part of her brain, the part that was too small and practically had no sound to voice the negative thoughts. Or maybe Vinn
The question remained: What would she do now? Would she be brave enough to take the initiative? Or would she continue to take what was given, and not ask for more? She didn’t know, because she had never been in a situation like this before. She didn’t want to come too strong, but she didn’t want him to think that he had made a mistake, either. She wanted to find out what the rules were, so that she could act the way she needed to in order to give him what he wanted. To understand how all of this actually worked. She knew what being his mistress meant, but what she didn’t know was what he expected her to be like as his mistress. She could see Mr Doyle’s eyes flickering with something she couldn’t quite decipher, and before she could react, he suddenly took a step forward and dived into the water. The water splashed around them, some of it spilling over the edge of the pool, some of it hitting her in the face. Vinnie let out a yelp as Mr Doyle sank to the bottom and emerged just a f
It was the sweetest thing Mr Doyle had ever heard in his life. Her moans, that is. He loved the way she looked, all flushed and breathless. She looked so beautiful with her wet hair clinging to her face and her pink lips parted in a silent gasp. Under the moonlight, Vinnie was breathtaking. When Ethan pushed his hips against her bottom, Vinnie squirmed and let out another sweet moan that had him swallowing hard. He could feel her quivering against him as he placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. “Did you miss me?” he said softly as he trailed kisses up her neck, making her shiver in his arms. Ethan was not the man for small talk. He never took the initiative to make anyone comfortable, no matter how cold and distant he appeared to the world. But for Vinnie—for this woman who couldn’t even speak—he was making exceptions upon exceptions and he didn’t even know. Perhaps it was the fact that she could talk—couldn’t speak—he wanted to hear her voice so badly. He wanted to hear her mo
The next morning arrived and Vinnie woke up feeling a bit sore and a little disoriented. She stretched out lazily on the bed, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by a mountain of soft pillows and luxurious sheets that smelled like lavender. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut, but even in the semi-darkness, Vinnie could tell that the interior was tasteful and elegant. She smiled happily to herself. Everything looked so beautiful, so classy...so expensive! It was her third day after she left her old, poor and boring life behind and came here—to the most expensive condo in the city—and started living with Mr Doyle as his mute mistress. Speaking of Mr Doyle. Her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered what happened last night in the pool. How they shared a heated moment that had her insides trembling with desire and want, before he brought her back to her bedroom and continued to use his mouth to bring her to new heights of pleasure, something she wasn’t sure
Ethan sat in the board room and stared absentmindedly out of the window while the others argued about which projects were currently a priority. “We should focus more resources on this project because it’s expected to make us a ton of money next year,” one of his vice presidents argued passionately while pointing at the screen where several charts and graphs were displayed. “If we put a lot more effort into developing this technology now, we’ll be able to sell it later for an insane amount of profits.” “I agree,” another VP chimed in. “It makes perfect business sense to invest our money and time into developing something that’s going to pay off big in the future. That’s exactly what investors want us to do anyway.” “But we have to look at the bigger picture here too,” a third VP countered. “Sure, investing in something like this may bring in huge profits later but it won’t necessarily make our shareholders happy right now because most of them prefer short-term returns over long-term