Vinnie bit her lip and tried to feel a little less anxious as she simply existed in front of Angelina Watts, the lawyer lady Mr. Doyle had talked about, the one who was supposed to reach out if any input from Vinnie was required. Considering the fact that Ms. Watts currently sat in her modest apartment, staring at the glowing screen of her laptop and trying not to grumble about the lack of an air conditioner or a more comfortable couch that wouldn’t look like it had seen better days, Vinnie started to feel more and more conscious of the reality she was about to sign up for. Literally. If Vinnie were to be honest, sometimes all of this felt like nothing short of a fantasy. I mean, who could believe that a girl like her, the one who was never taken seriously by most of the people in her life, would end up getting an opportunity like this? For goodness’ sake, she would be moving in with one of the richest men in the city, or maybe the state—who the fuck cared about the stupid rank? Al
A week passed with nothing but nervous butterflies causing havoc in her stomach.At first, she couldn’t wait for the week to end, but by the time the weekend rolled by, her heart began to thump like a gong against her delicate chest. She grew more and more restless by the time midnight arrived, fully aware that in the next few hours, her life was about to completely change. For a year, yes, but change indeed.What was she going to do? How was she going to act? What if she came across as too desperate? No. What if she seemed too boring? No. Put that on hold as well. What were the things a mistress was even supposed to do? Just sleep with the man? Or was there something else that she should know? Darn, she spent the whole week just wishing it would end, and now that it finally did, she felt foolish for not preparing for the only role she had.Shit! Shit! Shit!The clock continued to tick away the minutes, while her anxiety only intensified.Vinnie couldn’t help but wonder if she should
Ethan wasn’t sure what to make of it. In all their previous meetings, Vinnie had never appeared so torn—so distracted before. She had always looked nervous, sure, but never had he seen her so out of her element. This was different. Definitely. The way she was sitting so tensed across the desk, a soft frown tugged at her innocent pink lips, as if the world had done something absolutely stupid to piss her off. She almost appeared upset about something, as if he had done something he wasn’t exactly sure about, and now she was silently asking him to figure it out before she broke down. Good Lord, when had he become so attuned to her unspoken emotions? It was beyond him. And that ended up frustrating him even more. He was being ridiculous, that’s all. Or maybe… maybe he was just overthinking. He probably was. But still, something felt off, and he couldn’t help but be concerned. Could it be that she was having second thoughts about their agreement now? Did she no longer want to go th
Vinnie knew she was asking for too much, and, most importantly, she shouldn’t let such things bother her in the first place. Why should it matter if she wasn’t the ‘right one’? What was she hoping to feel if she couldn’t meet his standards and demands? It was all such a meaningless thing now that she thought about it.And yet—yet, she couldn’t stop herself from demanding him to kiss her—to see if she was the right fit and he wasn’t throwing away his money for nothing. If he could really spend a year with someone like her…The truth was that Vinnie didn’t want to be cast aside. She didn’t want to feel hopeless. It might seem like an irrational fear on her part—it probably was—but that was who she was. A girl who was insecure about herself. A girl who didn’t want to be considered any less just because she was unlike others, just because she was lacking somehow.The last thing she wished to happen was for him to realize that she wasn’t worth it, and believe it or not, it would hurt her m
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
She bit the inside of her cheek hard as he pumped his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Her toes curled involuntarily, the sensation of being stretched and filled was almost too much for her to handle.A groan escaped past her lips and Mr Doyle responded by slipping his fingers in deeper, hitting spots that no one had ever touched before. The pleasure was almost blinding. She didn’t know what to do or how to respond to this kind of feeling, to this kind of ecstasy that was flowing through her veins like wildfire.“Fuck, I could do this forever,” he growled under his breath, and Vinnie shivered at the way he said it, his voice dripping with so much lust that it left her trembling with want.She gripped his shoulders tightly as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of her at an almost punishing pace, driving her absolutely insane with his movements. But then, as if he suddenly decided that he wanted to punish her a little more, he lifted her other leg and wrapped it around
The hot water hit her skin almost instantly, making her gasp in surprise. It was exactly when Mr Doyle felt her presence behind him and turned. Vinnie held her breath when he glanced over his shoulder, before his body turned completely towards her. Their eyes locked together and the realization of what she had done slowly began to sink in. “Vinnie…?” He breathed out quietly and she swore her heart skipped a beat at the way he said her name. It was soft and gentle and for a brief second, she thought she saw a hint of surprise flash across his face. But then again, she did something unexpected. She had taken the kind of initiative that he probably didn’t expect from someone like her. She swallowed, feeling her throat move. Mr Doyle stayed where he was, unmoving, as if waiting for her to make a move, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t think straight, let alone move. She might have been impulsive when she decided to take such a huge step, but now that she had done it, she was suddenly un
“Did I wake you?” He asked. She shook her head, signing that he didn’t wake her up. She signed that she woke up on her own and was about to ask him whether he wanted something to eat or drink when he interrupted her midway. “Good,” he nodded his head slowly, the lines on his forehead still too tight and tense for Vinnie to relax. “That’s good.” She tilted her head to the side curiously, wondering what was bothering him so much. Was it something that happened at work? Vinnie wanted to ask but she didn’t want to come off as nosy or annoying either. So instead, she waited patiently for him to continue talking. “I see you have been busy,” he stated casually, eyeing the pile of shopping bags scattered all over the floor near the couch. Vinnie blushed slightly when she realized that he might think she went overboard with her spending but then reminded herself that Mr Doyle himself had arranged for Alex to give her a credit card to use however she liked. But still, a part of her felt g
By the time, Jade dropped Vinnie back to the apartment, Vinnie was exhausted like hell. Her feet hurt from walking all over town with Jade for the entire afternoon, and her shoulders and back ached from carrying the heavy shopping bags. Well, if truth be told, it was her fault for not letting Jade call the driver to pick them up after they left the mall. Vinnie refused because she didn’t want to bother the driver arranged by Alex so she could go wherever she wanted. The driver seemed old enough to remind her of her father and Vinnie felt embarrassed asking him to haul so many bags around town with them. And it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle carrying a few shopping bags anyway. Sure, Jade had bought an absurd amount of clothes, shoes, and accessories for her, but it wasn’t that heavy, was it? Well, ask her throbbing feet and aching arms. She rolled her eyes. Nope. Not at all. Jade was good company though and Vinnie thoroughly enjoyed being with her, despite her slightly over-enthus
“Are you sure this is the address?” The man asked, glancing out the tinted window of the hired car and up the tall building complex towering over them in the distance. “Positive,” Little Jo responded, typing away on his smartphone and only stopping once or twice to stare intently at the screen before resuming his task. “This is where she lives.” “Hmm,” rings of smoke billowed out of the man’s mouth as he took a long drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray attached to the dashboard of the car. “It’s been a while since I last saw her. I wonder if she’s still as beautiful as I remember her to be.” “Man, seriously?” Little Jo’s brows rose in mild disbelief. “Are you seriously calling that bitch beautiful? That woman stood against you in court and sent you to prison for five years, brother! Are you even thinking straight?” The man shrugged in response, unbothered by his brother’s reaction. “What can I say? I’ve always had a thing for those sexy librarian types. Bes
For the next few days, Vinnie heard nothing from Mr Doyle.Strange, as she had expected to see him more often, now that they had…done a little bit of those intimate things. They had kissed. They had touched. And he had made her feel so much more than she could have imagined.Honestly, that man was absolutely good with things that he could do with his mouth alone. Vinnie had no regrets. No shame. And no reluctance to admit that she wanted for it to happen again. She wanted him close, close enough to make her forget about the process called breathing. She wanted his large and warm hands on her body, his lips on her skin and his rugged, hard-as-marble body flushed with her own.Shit. Was she getting ahead of herself? Had she become obsessed with that man somehow? But how could she? He had only spent one night with her. Just one night. And even then they hadn’t gone all the way. She was still a virgin. She knew because she had seen more than enough porns to know what to expect when things
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
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
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