Aaron paced the length of his small apartment, his eyes fixed on the door, his mind racing, his heart pounding. Every creak of the floorboards, every rumble of the city outside, every flicker of the streetlight through the window sent a jolt of adrenaline through his body. He was a caged animal, waiting, anticipating, ready to spring. He had meticulously planned this meeting, every detail carefully considered. He had a plan, a strategy, a way to make Maite pay for what she had done. He had spent the last few hours organizing his thoughts, rehearsing his words, stewing in his anger. His gaze fell on the picture of himself and Hilary that he had retrieved from Mr. Hilaire’s office. He had tucked it carefully into his wallet, a constant reminder of the betrayal, a fuel for his anger. He wanted Maite to see it, to feel the weight of her actions, to understand the pain she had caused. The sound of a car engine revving outside his window sent a thrill through him. His breath caught in h
Aaron's voice was a low growl, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and disgust. "You're mad, Maite," he said, his words laced with venom. "You're obsessed. You're jealous. You're delusional. And you need to get out of my apartment."Maite laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that echoed in the small apartment. "You're the one who's delusional," she said, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and defiance. "You're the one who's obsessed. You're the one who's in love with me. You're the one who can't let go.""I'll never love you," Aaron said, his voice cold and hard. "I never loved you. I never will."Maite took a step closer, her eyes fixed on Aaron, her gaze unwavering. She could smell his cologne, she could feel his presence, she could sense his anger. "So you admit it, then," Maite said, her voice a low murmur, her eyes fixed on Aaron, her gaze unwavering. "You admit you and Hilary had an affair."Aaron slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing in the small a
“Calm down, it was just a dream"“Harder Aaron, harder.” Shouted the blonde as he went back and forth in the depths of her vagina.As their bodies twisted together in a supreme ecstasy, Aaron's hand went from the blonde's nipple to her clitoris, which increased her desire and unsustainable levels.It was paradise on earth.The blonde continued to moan, about to reach orgasm while the man had not stopped, his kidney strokes were doing faster and faster.“I'm almost there.”Said the woman as the man made his first growl. Aaron woke up with a start and sweat.“Calm down, it was just a dream, calm down.” He told himself. He got excited when he saw the bump formed under his pants; he hated this kind of dream because he always ended up in the shower, making the bump disappear.Only 26 years old, Aaron Stevens was a secret agent and worked for the FBI. His new mission was to pretend to be a driver in order to break into the Clintons because apparently Hilaire Clinton, the most respected billion
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 w
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