The party had just ended, Hilary was super exhausted. If we forgot the odious passage of her driver, we could then say that she had a great day.
Without lying he was so cute, his forehead hidden under his smooth hair gave him something mysterious, his eyes of an azure blue, a straight nose, thin lips that were just asking to be kissed, his neck was tightened by a black silk tie; he should be between 1m80 and 1m90.It was the kind of men who didn't leave your panties intact at first glance.“You're thinking about him, don't you?” Said Ganaëlsy who had been observing her for half an hour.“Of course not.” She hastened to answer, not wanting her friend to make ideas.She went into the shower to avoid an interrogation session of Ganaëlsy who kept looking at her, she knew her very well.As the hot water flowed over her body, she closed her eyes, thinking of her driver's hands running through her body.She reopened them, cursing herself for having not too Catholic thoughts about this man whom she would even hate in painting.“Fuck you asshole.” She screamed in order to permanently chase away her thoughts.A few minutes collapsed,The girls were lying down, Ganaëlsy would spend the night with her because it was too late and she did not want to go home as a precautionary measure. Anyway, it wasn't the first time they slept together and would have been pathetic of herto give a room among that of the guests because not only was Hilary's room spacious and the bed had room for at least five people but also because she liked her company and she would not be bored.“Please give me a massage.”Hilary asked her friend because she had trouble sleeping.“We do it in turn.”“No worries.”Her friend's massages were relaxing, the man who will marry her will be lucky to have this girl with magical hands.They talked about the party that was filled with invitees: some friends from high school and those of her parents and as usual, it was a success.The next day,It was time to go and have breakfast.They were together but the atmosphere along the table was tense. Hilary did not dare to say a word because she still resented her father.“I don't like it when you're so silent.”Says HilaireUsually; the day after her birthday, they talked about the guests, everything they had loved or hated and what had caught their attention; that morning, everything was calm to Jaïna's astonishment; Hilary's mother.“I really don't understand why I must have a driver as stupid as he is pathetic when I know how to drive.”“As beautiful and seductive did you mean? I was the one who chose him because I didn't want a difficult employee to look at so consider yourself lucky.” Says Jaina.So her mother was in a wick with her father, she who believed she would defend her.“My God! What a beautiful Apollo!” Exclaimed Ganaël.Speaking of the wolf, we could see its tail.Hilary turned and saw the man she hated from the first glance make his entrance and her friend who dropped her fork; she was unbelievable.“Hello.” He launched against them.They answered joyfully apart of course from our dear Hilary who was already sulky.“You arrive on time.” Said Hilaire who was already getting up to go to his company. If he hated delays then he had to be an example for employees.After finishing eating, Ganaëlsy was about to go home followed by Hilary but the problem was that she had come with her own car and Hilary wanted to get on with her but the driver didn't want to.“It’s not a pathetic employee who will tell me what to do.“I only follow your father's orders, If you don't go up with me, I'll follow your friend's car to her house.”“Talk to my ass.”For her first day, this girl really didn't make it easy for him.He said nothing because he had to be patient and followed Ganaelsy's car to her home; Hilary would need a driver for her return and he would be there waiting for her according to the orders coming directly from her father.The afternoon was already coming to an end and Hilary was still at her friend's house.Annoyed, Aaron was still waiting for her outside while his work time was soon to end.Inside the girls were talking, joking and dancing to pass the time so that this cursed driver would exhaust himself and leave, which was far from being the case.“You remember what we agreed a few days earlier Nana?” Ganaesly asked.Of course she remembered, Hilary wanted to get tattooed like her friend at eighteen; she should have done it yesterday but because of the party she couldn't and today was the ideal time.“Yeah, do you want to go now?”“I can't wait, let's go. Let me do it once and for all.” She replied excitedly.That's why she didn't want to go with the driver, the latter would surely have told her father. To hell with the employees who are loyal to their position and who report everything to their boss.With Ganaëlsy at the steering wheel, they had just gone on their way and Hilary kept turning her head back to see if she was followed and was relieved to see that it was not the case.“We finally escaped him.”She says with a big smile on her lips.“Admit that he’s cute.”“You're not going to start again with that, I hate him.”“Love begins with hatred.”Hilary no longer paid attention to what she said, she did not imagine having a relationship with her employee, it had never happened with the Clintons, it was not now that it was going to happen.(I'll pass you the trip)As soon as they arrived, there was no question of going back, the only problem was that she had to do it somewhere where neither her father nor her mother could see it. She took her courage with both hands and decided to enter when a hand held her firmly and pulled her back.Surprised, she turned around to see who dared to do such a thing and saw the driver.“You are fired.”Already she wasn't his boss so he didn't pay attention to what she was saying.“Stop making your cinema and get in the car otherwise I'll call your father myself to pick you up here.”“And I refuse you to do that.”.The latter shrugged his shoulders, took his cell phone and dialed the number.“Stop, she's going to come.” Ganaëlsy intervened when her friend did not want to take the slightest step.She took her away to convince her.“If your father knows about this, it will be worse for you so I advise you to leave, we will come back to do the tattoo another time.“There will be no next time with this stupid man who turns around me,is he supposed to be my driver or my bodyguard?”“It's surely your father's order. You have no choice.”She resigned herself, watched her friend leave and decided to go home with the driver who opened the door for her.“I didn't ask you anything, asshole.”They arrived at their destination to the delight of Aaron who wanted to get rid of this capricious girl.His working hours ended, he went to his apartment after calling Andro and asking him to join him there.“I abandon my mission, I abandon everything; I can't stand it anymore Andro. This pathetic girl exasperates me. I can't take it anymore.”His friend couldn't help laughing, it was his first day of work and he was already complaining.“Apart from that, isn't she pretty?” Asked Andro while carrying his bottle of beer on his lips.“Oh yes, I was close to getting horny when I saw her yesterday.” He admits.Andro was struggling to believe it, his friend almost got erect because of a girl; she had just turned eighteen so for him, she was still a young girl.He stared at Aaron who was drinking from one glass after another.“I don't want to continue this anymore Andro, if not I’ll slap her.” Said Aaron after sending his glass to the other end of the room, he was too angry.“Calm down, you're not going to do one or the other.Now tell me how do you find their house? Is their family united?”He described the house to him and confessed that it would be difficult to obtain evidence with so many rooms, especially since employees did not have access except the househelps.As for the family, they were so united that their pretentious daughter was proof of this. Will he have the patience to bear her?……Hilary had not yet set foot in her room. Sitting in the living room, she was nervously waiting for her father's arrival. The two should have a discussion, she no longer wanted Aaron as a driver and Hilaire could not be against it after what he had done to her.Half an hour later, her father came to her greatest joy.“Good evening dad, we have to talk.”“Come to my office.”She followed his steps to his desk and sat in front of him, Hilaire signaled her to speak, she made a huge effort to keep her calm and recite what she had to tell him.“Dad, I don't want this driver anymore.”“I knew it, here we go again.”Her father knew how she was, she was surely going to invent something like every time she hates an employee and desires his departure.“Dad, he touched me. I didn't want to go up with him and he required me to do it.”“Where were you?”“At Ganaëlsy.” She lied because she didn't want her father to know that she wanted to get a tattoo.“You have a driver, you must stop taking your friend as an excuse to get into her car and not the driver's. I'll talk to him tomorrow anyway.”Her blood froze just at the idea of thinking that the latter could tell the truth to her father. If she told him that she was only accompanying Ganaëlsy, her father would surely tell Ganaëlsy's father because they were good old friends. What to do?The next day,Aaron arrived early as usual, the girl was coming down the stairs and fell face to face with him. She began to look at him. He was terribly beautiful with this blue shirt as if it had been sewn on him. His biceps, his torso...She would give her whole life to be in his arms and quickly chased away her stupid thoughts.Hilaire arrived quickly and asked him to follow him to his office, Hilary seized the opportunity to watch his ass.(In Hilaire's office)“My daughter told me about monstrosities about you.”“You spoiled her too much, that's why she's so capricious.”It was the first time Hilaire had such a frank employee. He crossed his arms and therefore knew that he could trust him and in any case, he was right his daughter had become uncontrollable by dint of being too tolerable.Their discussion ended, Aaron got up to go out but his boss added:“Relationships whether romantic or sexual are prohibited between employee and employee and even more between boss and employee, I don't want a scandal in my family.”“You have nothing to fear with me, sir. He added as he went out without forgetting to close the door behind him.”Going out with a man like you? Probably Not?"Aaron didn't know why his boss had just told him something like this, maybe he didn't intend to go out with his employees and as for his bosses, Jaïna would be double his age in a few years, he really didn't see who he was going to have a relationship with. Hilary? Ah! This little one!Even if he pretended to ignore her, he had clearly seen how she looked at him this morning. With disgust? No, far from that.He was certain to have perceived a glimmer of desire in her eyes but was not certain.Even if it was forbidden, Aaron went to a corner to smoke a cigarette.The skull tightened, the breathing short; the blood crossed his skull in waves. Burning when he thought about what had happened the day before: his ex, Maïté had come to beg him, twenty minutes after Andro's departure, to get back with him after all these months of absence and as he was in need, he had taken the opportunity to calm his libido. What was surprising that night was that
Aaron lit a cigarette with the paper, carefully brova the charred pieces between his fingers, more furious: why them?One of their men had just died, shot dead; something that rarely happened. Andro was responsible for conducting the investigation.The agents were gathered with a pale face, they still couldn't believe it, they had just lost a very important agent.Aaron shook his head, his lips clenched; it was impossible. Several years in the profession, he still could not control himself during the death of one of his colleagues.The meeting ended, he went home and found Maïté in the parlor. Lord not now.“I don't have much time Maïté, I have to go to the Clintons.”Not even a hello! He was not in the mood. Why didn't he take the double key from her hands when they were separated? That way, she couldn't break into his house when she wanted, now that he was thinking about it; Why not change the lock?“Seriously? Clinton the Billionaires?“Yes, I am their daughter's driver.”He said wh
This woman had just spoiled her joy, it’s just left for her kids to come here.Wasn't he supposed to be single? A few days earlier, curious, she had read the files her father had about Aaron and saw clearly that he had no wives or kids and that his parents were in France so he was free. Where did this Maïté come from?“Good evening sweetie, how was your day? I hope the teachers weren't too talkative.” Said her mother as she kissed her.“I had a great day.” She replied, pretending to smile. “Do you know who this woman is?” Added Hilary by referring to Maïté, she knew who she was but wanted to know more.With a triangular face with a Greek nose, gray eyes and thin lips, Maité was far from having a beauty like hers but was still pretty.“She's Aaron's girlfriend, she did well to come. It's important that a woman knows where her husband works. That's why I go to your father's company from time to time.Aaron on his side was trying to change the subject with Maïté; Hilary's reaction was una
"He turns me on!"Sitting back, Hilary remembered the day before: since she could not sleep, she had nothing else in mind but the idea of fingering herself then, she slipped her middle finger under her lace panties and rubbed it hard on her clitoris and then more and more gently, her driver came to her head, his wide shoulder, his torso; she redoubled the speed. Super excited; she stopped when she felt a liquid slipping between her fingers.She realized that it was only a quarter of pleasure that she could experience. If only someone could make her experience this. She already had a person in mind the driver which was almost impossible.In any case, she was satisfied and was not ready to stop.She came to her senses when she realized that she had just arrived at her destination, got out of the car and went back to high school without thanking or even wishing the driver a good day.As usual.…….Hilary and Ganaelsy were sitting around a table at the self. Neither of them dared to say a
"Because I'm the boss's daughter"Hilary looked at him with a reproach. An employee in her room? Why then? To steal? No, everything was in place.“What were you doing in my room?”“I was looking for you.”Finally said Aaron after torturing his mind to find a good excuse. But damn, where was Tamara? She wasn't supposed to be the one who distracts the mother and supervises the daughter so that he can do his job?“You were looking for me? And why?“I'm on leave for a week and I told myself that your father didn't warn you.”Surprise? Yes, she was? Why didn't her father tell her a word? He was surely too annoyed. It would pass him.“My father didn't tell me anything though.”“You have been expelled from school and you are punished so I don't see why I have to come here if only to waste my time.”She made a circular movement with her eyes.Who did he think he was? The employee or the boss?“Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.”“And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilair
"But I want to"He did her a favor by taking her home and had not planned to put a finger on her. She was drunk and it would not be good for him to take advantage of the situation.In addition, if she continued to be capricious by treating him as the worst thing that could exist, he would say everything to her father.Finally, he had found a way to control her.Once she arrived, she kept saying a lot of things but he preferred to be deaf and lead her in the shower.“Fuck me.” She said in a breath as he was about to leave.“No”“Why?”“You are my boss's daughter.”“But I want it.”“Not me.”He clearly knew that he was making a superhuman effort to repel her, he had always wanted her.He left her in the shower and went to the kitchen to put a sleeping pill in a little juice so that she would fall asleep otherwise, he would end up committing the irreparable.Back in her room, she was completely naked, lying on the bed, he handed her the juice and made sure she drank everything, without t
"I would like you to make me feel the throes of desire"Surprised, Aaron hesitated and then eventually let her in, something he should not have done. He didn't think she was crazy but beyond coming so far, he didn't think she would get here.“Aren't you going to offer me a drink? You are very rude.”Was she the one who was talking about politeness? He couldn't believe his ears.“Don't go four ways, what can I do for you?”She saw him use a glass of Beaujolais, what a polite evil! He should have offered her at least a glass of water.She detailed it while he carried the glass to his mouth and detected some defects without being able to formulate them. His brown hair gave him an excellent presence.His impatience grew, translated into obvious signs, his watch that he was consulting, the other hand he waved inside his pocket, the jerky step, the eye looking in the distance.Hilary was staring at him. Their eyes crossed. A fraction of a second. Could he see the desire that was reflected i
You're sure everything is fineA few days later...Hilary was sitting at the self with Nana, none of them dared to say a word and it didn't happen often.Her punishment was lifted and she was back to school, even if she would have preferred to stay at home since Ganaëlsy would bring her the grades anyway.She had had her father's permission to use the latter's driver so that after what had happened the last time, all she wanted was never to see Aaron again in her whole life.There was a week left before her parents' return and at the height, her aunt Mike had come as planned to keep an eye on her.They all took her for a kid whether it was her parents who had asked the servants to watch her, the servants who took themselves for the chief of the place, her aunt who made dramas for nothing or Aaron..."Aaron" just thinking of him, she wanted to break everything in her path, a pity that she had to make a maximum effort to stay calm.She should never have gone to his house that day, not i
The days that followed were a blur of hospital visits, hushed conversations, and a growing sense of unease. Andro, his body battered but his spirit unbroken, lay in his hospital bed, his eyes focused on the woman who sat by his side, her hand gently clasped in his. Ganaesly, her heart filled with a mixture of love and relief, watched over him, her presence a soothing balm to his wounded soul."Ganaesly," he whispered, his voice raspy, his eyes filled with a deep and abiding love. "Will you marry me?"Ganaesly, her eyes widening in surprise, her heart pounding with a mixture of joy and disbelief, smiled, a radiant smile that lit up her face like a beacon of hope. "Yes, Andro," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, her tone laced with a mix of love and happiness. "Yes, I will."They embraced, their love for each other a powerful force, a healing balm, a beacon of hope in the midst of the darkness. They had been through so much together, had faced so many challenges, had end
Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger, sat in the backseat of the car, her gaze fixed on the window, her mind racing with a sense of unease. The car was speeding through the night, the headlights cutting through the darkness, the windshield blurring with the onslaught of the night. She didn't know where they were going, what her father had planned, or what awaited her at the end of this perilous journey. "Dad, where are we going?" she asked, her voice a low murmur, her tone laced with a mix of apprehension and desperation. Hilaire, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his face a mask of stoicism, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a sense of determination, didn't answer her. He was silent, his mind consumed with his escape, his thoughts focused on his survival. He knew that he had to get away, that he had to disappear, that he had to outrun the law. "Dad?" Serena asked again, her voice a low murmur, her tone laced with a hint of urgency. "Please t
The phone call had severed the fragile thread of calm that had held Aaron together. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with a sense of dread. He knew he couldn't waste a moment. Serena was in danger. He had to get to her. He rushed out of his apartment, his feet pounding on the pavement, his mind filled with a sense of urgency. He had to find Hilary, she was the only one who could help him. He needed her help, her understanding, her support. He arrived at the Clintons' house, his breath catching in his throat as he rang the doorbell. He had never been in this house before, never seen it from the outside, never imagined himself standing on the doorstep of this opulent mansion. But now, he was here, driven by a sense of desperation, a sense of urgency, a sense of purpose.Hilary, her heart pounding with a mix of surprise and confusion, opened the door, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw Aaron standing before her, his face etched with concern, his eyes fil
The opulent hall, once pulsating with a symphony of greed, was now a chaotic whirlwind of panic and fear. The auction, a sinister spectacle of human trafficking, had been abruptly halted by the sudden, unexpected arrival of the police. The air was thick with the scent of fear, a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air, as the attendees, their faces contorted in a mixture of shock and terror, scrambled for the exits.Andro, his eyes scanning the crowd, his mind racing, his heart pounding, saw the police swarming in, their faces determined, their guns drawn, their movements swift and precise. He knew that they had been tipped off, that someone had called them, that their operation had been exposed."We have to get out of here," he said, his voice a low murmur, his tone laced with a sense of urgency. "They're going to shut this place down."Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and fear, her eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding around them, felt a surge of adrenaline co
Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and a sense of apprehension, found herself alone in her hotel room, a sense of isolation and unease washing over her. Her father had just left, his presence lingering in the air, a silent reminder of the danger that surrounded them. He had come to inform her that he was going to work, a clandestine meeting, a secret rendezvous that he couldn't divulge. She had asked if she could accompany him, a desperate plea to be closer to the action, to witness the truth, but he had refused, his gaze cold and distant, his tone laced with a sense of finality.He had left without a word, his bodyguards and his assistant flanking him, their faces obscured by dark sunglasses, their steps purposeful and silent, their movements conveying a sense of urgency and a sense of danger. It was night, the city outside her window a blur of neon lights and shadows, the streets alive with a symphony of sounds that spoke of a hidden world, a world of secret
Days blurred into nights, a relentless cycle of deceit and subterfuge. Serena, consumed by her mission, oscillated between the guise of a dedicated intern and the clandestine pursuit of her father’s secrets. The weight of her betrayal pressed down on her, a constant, gnawing ache in her heart, yet she justified her actions as necessary, a means to an end, a path to justice.One evening, at precisely 8 pm, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of Aaron. He had requested a meeting, a need to speak to Serena, a sense of urgency in his voice that she couldn't ignore.She found him standing in her room, his gaze searching hers, a mixture of concern and passion in his eyes. He reached for her, his touch electrifying, and she surrendered to his embrace, a whirlwind of desire consuming them both. The kiss was a desperate plea for solace, a desperate attempt to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos that consumed their lives.Their bodies intertwined, seeking comfort and connection,
Serena stood before the mirror, her reflection a testament to her meticulous preparation. Her first day at Hilaire's enterprise was upon her, and she had chosen an outfit that embodied both professionalism and a subtle hint of alluring confidence. She wanted to appear capable, intelligent, and ready to learn, but she also wanted to catch her father's eye, pique his interest, and subtly remind him of her presence.Her choice was a sleek black pencil skirt, its fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating her figure without being overly revealing. A crisp white blouse, tailored to perfection, adorned her upper body, its delicate lace collar adding a touch of femininity to her otherwise sharp attire. A black blazer, impeccably tailored, draped over her shoulders, completing the professional ensemble. She had chosen a pair of sleek black pumps, their heels adding a touch of height and sophistication to her silhouette. Her hair, usually worn in loose waves, was styled in a sophistica
Serena sat across from her father, Hilaire, at the grand mahogany table in the opulent dining room. The sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the polished silverware and the intricate floral arrangements. It was a scene of opulence, a tableau of power and wealth, a testament to Hilaire's success. But behind the facade of affluence, a silent battle raged, a war of secrets and deceit. Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and determination, took a deep breath. "Dad," she said, her voice a low murmur, her tone conveying a sense of casual curiosity. "I've got nothing to do these days. I'm bored."Hilaire, his eyes widening in surprise, his brows furrowing in confusion, looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "Bored?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "What do you mean, bored? You're a young woman with the world at your fingertips. You can do anything you want. Travel, shop, spend time with y
The opulent halls of the Clinton mansion, once a haven of luxury and warmth, had become a stage for a silent drama, a battleground for unspoken tensions. Days had passed since the confrontation between Hilary and Jaina, their once-close relationship now fractured, the air thick with unspoken resentment. Serena, her keen eyes observing the changing dynamics within the family, noticed the distance between Jaina and Hilary, a subtle shift in their interaction, a palpable tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog. She sensed the unspoken pain, the simmering resentment, the simmering anger. Serena, though aware of the brewing storm, chose not to intervene. She felt it was not her place to intrude, to meddle, to impose herself on a situation that was deeply personal, deeply painful. She had her own battles to fight, her own challenges to overcome. She had her own life to live. But Jaina, her heart filled with a sense of frustration, her mind consumed by a sense of anger, coul