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 every kidney stroke, every kiss and caress was a kind of dedication to Hilary since he issued them thinking only of her.This little girl was able to make his life a hell since his arrival, which was not even a week old, she was already troubling his thoughts.In any case, he would surely have a serious discussion with Maïté in order to clarify everything.“Did you isolate yourself to smoke? I should have guessed so.”Not wanting to go anywhere, Hilary only wanted to get his attention. She wanted to harm him. After taking about ten minutes to look for him, she found himself alone, isolated, smoking.After spending a few minutes observing him, she slowly approached him until he saw her.“Do you want me to take you somewhere?”She was looking for an answer deep in her thoughts because she was still not going to tell him that she was keeping an eye on him.“Going out with a man like you?Surely not.” She said with annoyance.“A man as handsome and as cute, do you mean?”I assume that you prefer guys who are difficult to watch.She did not answer, no man had dared to stand up to her to this day. She could destroy him with the money and power,as her father who owns several companies in the country and Aaron knew it very well so what was he playing?“As you continue to brag about yourself you’ll end up carrying yourself like a fool. Let me remind you that beauty is relative so if you are beautiful in the eyes of your conquests, not mine in any case.”She wanted to leave but he took her by the arm and pulled her towards him, Hilary landed directly on his chest. Arming herself with courage, she raised her head and looked at his beautiful face, his beautiful eyes and never thought she would have seen them so close one day but would still have preferred it to be in other circumstances.“You wouldn't like to be one of my conquests?”His voice had become hard and his look dark, she opened her lips and then closed them because no sound wanted to come out, she was tetanized with his lips very close to hers. Very close.….Arming herself with courage, she quickly got rid of his grip without forgetting to slap him and went as far away as possible so that he did not notice the effects of his touch on her body.Once in her room, she thought about the man's contact with her skin. Had he noticed the effects he had on her? Her trembling? She had no idea and would prefer him not to notice anything. Why not tell everything to her father; without forgetting to add that he smoked when it was completely forbidden by the rules?Surely not,because he would think it was still one of her lies in order to have him sent back.As for Aaron, he hid his erection until a servant told him where the employees' toilets were. What if she told her father what had happened? He would be screwed but part of him told him that she wouldn't do it because he clearly saw her shudder. It wasn't his type, he didn't know what had taken him but this little girl deserved a correction and he was in the best position to give her.After a few minutes, he came out of the toilet and readjusted his clothes.As he was going out, Aaron came face to face with Hilary.“I will end up believing that you can't do without my presence.” He said in a mocking tone and that cursed smile he had just displayed. It seems that God created it with his own hands.“Be right, Mr. asshole.”Would they eventually get along? Neither of them knew the answer.Aaron could not let the incident of earlier happen again because they were in the house and someone could hear them. He would never take this risk.“What's going on here?” Says Jaina who had been watching them for about ten minutes wondering until when her daughterwould approve of the fact that she has a driver.“If you can't get along, Aaron will be your father's driver and your father will give you his.” Said Jaina to her daughter since neither of them dared to answer her question.“That old man? No thanks, I still prefer to put up with this idiot.”She really didn't know what she wanted. Exasperated, Jaina sighed and walked away from them in the hope that Aaron would not lose patience one day and give her a good slap. She would hesitate a thousand and once before filing a complaint because Hilary deserved it. Wasn't it their fault for spoiling him too much?“Let's go.” Said Hilary without giving him any instruction.She had no choice but to let him drive her otherwise she would spend her days locked up before the reopening of classes and it was out of the question.“Where?”He asked, taking the front in order to open the door for her.“You will know it on the way idiot and no longer speak to me.”He did not answer, Aaron was sure he had found a way to control her. Which one?We'll know soon.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
Hilary was more lost than ever, still unarring to understand what was happening, she decided to take a step, her heart beating, towards the lady who kept looking at her with a warm smile on her lips.“Good evening.”She launched in a small voice, her hands behind her back like a girl.Why didn't he warn her? Maybe she would be better prepared and now here is the result, she didn't know what to say or what to do. Already, she was angry with Aaron so she had better shut up so as not to say something she shouldn't have.A fifty-year-old appeared and Hilary concluded that he was Aaron's father, the resemblance was so striking.“Our son told us about you but I don't don't remember that he said you were so beautiful.”Said the latter after looking at him.It could be seen that he was very flirty in his youth.Hilary laughed and suddenly felt comfortable.She sat next to Aaron's mother since she insisted and watchedAaron with a murderous air.“Oh yes! I forgot to make the presentations. Hilary,
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