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 while putting on a new tie.Maïté was struggling to believe it, this family that she kept seeing on TV and in the newspapers. She would like to see them in real life and Aaron would be the perfect excuse.“I would like to see their daughter. What's her name already?”“I don't recommend that you do that.” He says like any answer.Only he could know how this girl was plague. Already a week since he worked for them, he still couldn't control her but swore to do that.“Why?” Maïté replied frowning.He knew she was stubborn and would surely come to his workplace, something she used to do. She would see the consequences when she sees Hilary.“I have to go. He replied, looking at his new watch.” He was already late.“Where are we with our relationship?”“We'll talk about it later.” He said as he went.He had no desire to get back with her, for the simple and good reason: He didn't like her.Everything was going very well between them although he didn't give her much time, the latter had left him because of her job and she was right. Now that he had two jobs, he would give her less time than the first time so no.If it didn't work before, it probably wouldn't work now.He took a taxi and quickly went to the Clintons, unfortunately because of the traffic jam, he had arrived twice as late so Hilaire had to take his daughter with him.Classes had resumed two days ago.This year, she would finish graduating and then go to Harvard. Something she has always dreamed of.Ganaelsy and Hilary were sitting around a table at the self. It was around noon, the weather was nice, it was hot. Nana was talking about men as usual while her friend was lost in her thoughts. Her driver didn't come this morning and it annoyed her. She would have preferred to tease him like every morning. Has anything happened to him? It was not his habit of being late or even absent.“Heo, are you with me?”Nana's voice brought her back to earth.“I'm here, my head is spinning but well, you can talk.”“Isn't the new student handsome?”Hilary turned her head, saw him and said yes with her head. With his green eyes and his beautiful short hair cut, he was super handsome but not as handsome as the driver who was surely the god of beauty. Why didn't she miss any opportunity to think about him?“Do you want to go to the club on saturday? You're of age now so I think you can go.”“Go find out if my father will agree.”“We can tell him that you will come to sleep at my house and the problem is solved. As for your driver, his working time will be over.”“It's great.”Classes had just ended, she got her belongings back and went out to her greatest joy, she saw the driver leaning against the car, arms crossed waiting for her. Hilary smiled inwardly and advanced towards him.“Hey Hila, who is this beautiful Apollo? You could lend him to me.” Says one of the girls in her class who was recognized as the queen of bitches.Hilary gave her a middle finger and got into the car.She and this bitch had never got along well so there was no way for her driver and her to do things that were not very Catholic. It didn't concern her anyway, outside of work, Aaron could do what he liked.With his eyes fixed on the road, he could feel looks on him.“Admit that you missed my presence this morning and that you are happy to see me.“Of course not, I was rather happy that I didn't have to stand you.”Knowing very well that she was lying, he just smiled and focused on the road.They arrived quickly because there was no traffic jam.“Maïté but what are you doing here?”Aaron knew very well that she would come even if he had advised her not to do so.What a stubborn girl! Hope that her presence did not disturb in any way in his job, it would not be advantageous for him to have a letter of blame; especially since he was already late this morning.Hilary looked at them and her blood froze when she saw the so-called Maïté putting her lips on those of Aaron who after a few seconds kindly pushed her away, Was it jealousy?“Ah well, I am finally seeing you, I'm very happy. Let me introduce myself; I am Maïté Kerkvist, Aaron's girlfriend. He told me a lot about you.”“Here, it's your boyfriend's workplace so next time make an appointment in a hotel and not at my place.”Says Hilary, ignoring the hand that Maïté had extended to her and left.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,
Oooh!"Aaron slid his boxer to his ankles, revealing his triumphant limb.He then took his time to put on the condom and suspended his gesture when he noticed the young woman's wide eyes fixed on his sex.Was she afraid of him?“Everything will be fine. I won't go quickly.”Did he try to reassure her?The fist clenched around the base of his penis, which was pulsing in his palm. He imagined the pleasure that the contact of his fingers, lips could give her... Oh yes, the young woman's language...He wanted to penetrate her now, he couldn't wait any longer.He was unable to detach his gaze from the young woman's thighs apart.Much too excited, he leaned over her. She was so beautiful and totally at his mercy.“Keep your arms above your head.”An expression of confusion painted on Hilary's face but she performed without protesting with such a docility that he felt her erection pulse violently between her thighs, both heavy and burning.When she kept her arms outstretched above her head, he
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