Clint took the lead, striding purposefully ahead of Elena, guiding her through the corridor with a confident air. As they approached the entrance to an office, he halted and turned towards her, his gaze filled with a blend of respect and professionalism. "Miss RoseFord, please go on ahead," Clint said, his voice carrying a hint of formality.Elena's eyes met his, acknowledging his gesture of deference. She appreciated Clint's understanding of the protocol and his recognition of her status as a valued guest. With a nod of gratitude, she stepped forward.Taking a deep breath, Elena pushed open the door, entering the office with a poised grace. The space exuded an air of authority, its decor reflecting the high standards and professionalism expected within. As she crossed the threshold, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that the meeting ahead would present both challenges.As she stepped inside, the air crackled with tension, charged with anticipation. Her eyes immediately locke
"You!" Elena's face turned red. "That night was just an accident! Mr. Granger, if you do not have any plans to discuss about the proposal, then I do not think we have anything else to say to each other.""Fine" Aaron stared lazily at the upset woman in front of him. "If you reject me today, I believe there will be repercussions waiting for you at the Donovan Family yes?""That's none of your business!" She stamped her foot, a surge of irritation and deep offense erupting within her like a volcano ready to explode. The walls of the room seemed to close in around her, unable to contain the intensity of her simmering anger. With a mixture of frustration and indignation burning in her chest, Elena spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, her steps resonating with fierce determination.As she stalked away, words tumbled in her mind like thunderous echoes, each one dripping with a venomous edge as she struggled to contain the seething tempest within her."Asshole," she muttered throug
She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped animal. "Damon, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she backed away from him. But Damon was relentless, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire.Before Elena could react, he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room like a death knell. She watched in horror as he turned the key in the lock, sealing them both inside. Panic clawed at her throat, threatening to suffocate her as she realized the full extent of her predicament.Did this son of a bitch just lock me up?Elena felt like a trapped animal. Meanwhile, outside, Damon walked away from the door. He found his mother in the same spot, at the top of the stairs."Elena suggested divorce," he murmured."As if she has many options besides staying with us," Laura rolled her eyes.Damon passed by her, heading towards his own room.Why would Elena want to separate from me?What does Aaron Granger have to do with this?
Laura's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good choice," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let's not keep Mr. Granger waiting."Laura stormed out, leaving Elena to change. However, Elena had other plans. Ignoring Laura's expectations, she slipped into the sexiest pajamas she owned, a sleek satin number that clung to her curves like a second skin.Descending the mansion's grand staircase, Elena encountered her mother-in-law at the bottom step. Laura's eyes bulged in disbelief at the sight of Elena's attire."What the hell is this?" Laura's voice crackled with fury. "A respectable woman wouldn't even consider wearing such trash!""What?" Elena retorted, her innocence a thin veil over her defiance. "It's just pajamas.""Get upstairs this instant and change out of that disgraceful excuse for clothing!" Laura's grip tightened on Elena's arm, her words dripping with venom. "You shameless slut!"Elena's heart raced as she struggled against Laura's vice-like grip,
The next morningGranger parked the Tesla in front of the House of God. At least, that's what they said. The place where the corrupt politician would kneel and beg for forgiveness for leaving half a million people below the poverty line. He buttoned up his jacket and walked into the church unhurriedly, observing the building, three times larger than the last time he saw it. The building was old, but not aged. The colors, the Renaissance style, the shapes. Everything made it seem like the church had never undergone renovation, but the truth was that less than a million dollars would barely be enough to erect the pillars. He looked up at the cloudy sky, feeling the weather instability in the big cities and making him miss an isolated island in southern Europe. Upon entering the sacred temple, he looked around out of habit. It was empty, as it was still late on a Monday. The dinner at the Donovan's house, the previous night, aroused Aaron's desire to confess. After all, coveting thy
"My intuition was screaming warnings to stay away, but you know when sin is so magnetic that it pulls you close?" she asked."Yes.""Father, I don't want to give in to him again. I can't... I... I have too much to lose.""Why did you come to confess?" he asked."I have sinned against my husband and against God. I swore to be faithful and I wasn't. And if I have the opportunity to sin again..." She didn't need to continue.He didn't want her to recognize him. Being Father Bee and hearing her confession intrigued him. Aaron wanted to hear more. He could read all her reactions that night, but hearing from her own lips was different. It was exciting."I'm an adult, I shouldn't be trapped in my husband's world. But I have no way out. That family suffocates me and forces me to be someone I despise. In fact, we're only in church today because my mother-in-law dragged me here.," Elena sighed, "Father?" she called."Yes, daughter.""I'd trade everything for an exciting free life."He settled m
Granger brought a hand to the rounded curve of her buttocks, gripping her body. His other hand held her neck. Elena didn't even realize that the moan echoing in the room came from her when the hard length of his arousal pressed against her belly. He pushed them backward until her back met the dresser.Granger pushed the objects on the furniture aside and lifted her up, settling her rear on the top, never breaking the kiss.Elena wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. She knew this was wrong. She knew she shouldn't be here. But she was so tired of thinking. She just wanted them to be each other's for as long as they could. There was a peace in the physicality of it all that she never realized before.Elena began unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it out of his pants. She pulled the buttons without the slightest concern of breaking them. They only broke apart when the last button caught, and Granger looked down, helping her open it. Immediately, after the clothing was gone,
Drinks continued to be served in copious amounts throughout the hall. The guests didn't care about what they were doing, mainly because they didn't run the risk of being discovered. Casinos were known for harboring very dirty secrets.Suddenly, Laura turned to Elena. "Mingle around, talk to people, and show some charm. Don't forget to speak with Mr. Granger. I'll be back soon," she said before disappearing into the crowd. Elena knew that something was terribly wrong.The music played in a lively rhythm as Elena searched for someone familiar. Some faces were recognizable, such as those of businessmen who used to do business with Damon.At one point, the woman grew tired of aimlessly wandering through the hall and decided to head to the bar."I'll have a bottle of water, please," Elena decided not to drink alcohol; after all, the last time she did, she ended up in a bed in a brothel with a stranger.When she received her drink, Elena returned to the center of the casino, where the game
"It's okay" He whispered to reassure his daughter, gently rocking the baby in his arms.The girl had an inexplicable connection with her father. Every time he heard the man's voice, he stopped crying, and had been doing so since he was born. In some cases, she even attempted a smile, which always made Aaron melt.A few minutes after changing his daughter's diaper, Aaron was sitting on the armchair next to her crib. He told a story to get the girl to go back to sleep."The princess was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, and she had never found a prince to marry..." he told her in a low voice while she looked at him with large blue halos. "The princes tried hard to get her attention, but she didn't want them" Aaron paused briefly to observe his daughter's expression, who was welcomed into her father's arms. "There was also a... a toad. Yes, a toad" he tested the term on his lips.While Aaron was presenting a story to his daughter, Elena was in the doorway, leaning against the doorf
"He is sure?" This question, coming from Aaron, actually surprises me."All the certainty in the world" I guarantee.Aaron pulls me onto his lap and his hands rest on my ass as we find ourselves again in an intense kiss.He goes down and runs his nose along the length of my neck, then places a tender kiss on the spot. All the blood in my body ignites and I see my inner goddess more than connected. Aaron trails his kisses down my lap, until he reaches my breasts. I grab his hair and pull him against me. His hot breath hitting my skin wreaks havoc on my self control.I move my hips in slow circles over his considerably large erection. Aaron lets out a muffled moan above me."Elena" my name is a prayer on your lips. Completely dominated by repressed desire, I move my hands down until I find the edge of my pajamas. His hands squeeze my ass tighter as I try to lower the fabric.We remained staring at each other for a few minutes. I rest my forehead against his when I finally pull down his
"Good morning" I respond with a smile.I do not know how to deal with this phase of ours. It feels strange to go back to the way we were, and it also feels wrong to walk away.I get up, even though I want to spend the rest of the day in bed, and walk to the living room.Aaron is sitting on the floor on the shag rug while typing something on his Mac. He appears to be very focused despite the casual setting and sweatpants."Hi" greeting.He stops for a moment and takes me in completely, letting his eyes roam from my feet to my eyes. "Did you sleep well?" It's your first concern."I tried" I shrug. I approach him slowly, not wanting to force our shaken intimacy."Hungry?" He asks. I think the last reasonably acceptable food I ate was yesterday's lunch, still at home."A lot" I answer sincerely. I sit on the sofa, very close to him."I didn't order breakfast before because I thought I would wake up late" he smiles sideways, a little embarrassed. I could say it's almost cute to see him lik
"Elena" Aaron calls. He lifts my chin with his fingertips, analyzing every detail of my face. We both know our situation as a couple, but this moment seems beyond normal. Looking at him after thinking I would be killed is like balm for my scars."I've had all the shit I could handle for one day and now I am in a hospital. When I stop and think about everything that happened, I feel so confused. I just need to rest and maybe forget… everything" I mutter quietly, letting it out.I let the tears flow down my eyes. It's a very heavy load that I've borne alone since I woke up today. I tried to be strong and push through, but with him here, I want to share. I want to forget everything, I feel ready for that.He closes his eyes, as if my pain consumes him."I am sorry" he asks in a whisper. I shake my head positively, several times. "It was my fault, the fault of the enemies I made. You shouldn't be here. I failed to protect you." Aaron says without looking me in the eye.I look for his face
I stagger to my feet, moving away from him. I still think about running, but I wouldn't be faster running than him running. Damon tries to grab my arm once again, but I quickly move away from his touch."Your death won't be quick, I want to savor it" he says. "Don't be useless, Kisha" Damon now addresses the woman who is still on the ground.She looks at him with a bad expression, one of pure hatred and remorse. Kisha gets up and picks up the revolver she dropped on the floor."Build a fire, I need closure for this bitch” he mutters and turns his gaze to me. My stomach turns with the disgust I feel hearing him quote me like that."Stay away from me, you disgusting thing” I whisper.He leans down and grabs the lapels of my coat. My face is close to yours and I can feel your hot alcoholic breath hit my cheek.I turn my face to the side, avoiding his gaze."Look at me, RoseFord" he asks in a firm voice. I do not look at him and, in response, he pulls my coat tighter, bringing my body clo
Perhaps Damon Donovan's death was God's mercy, for if I had laid hands on him, I would have torn him apart, just like Kisha. Any insult seems little to such a son of a bitch.It doesn't take a genius to know that, after Damon's death and Elena's disappearance, Kisha is involved.I open the door and go out, I need air. Breathing is difficult knowing that I do not have my wife with me, that's why I say I prefer her to oxygen, I need her more.I walk back and forth on the sidewalk. When will this hell end? When will I hold my son in my arms and look at my beautiful wife at the same time, without worrying about some maniac after my happiness?I feel the cell phone vibrate again. I answer before I even look at the caller ID."Granger" I say between nervousness and impatience."Aaron" his sweet voice fills my ears.It's her.For a moment, I think it's a hallucination. Am I really hearing your voice? A tired, low and unwelcoming tone, but it's her voice."Elena" I call in a whisper. I hear t
AARON’ POVIn my office."Sir" Welch greets, asking for the floor. With a gesture of my hand, I ask him to continue. I am in my alert mode, any information that gives me the slightest hope is valid. "We still do not have concrete information. All we can do is wait"I walk to the edge of the table and lean over it, spreading my hands across the wood. When Damon Donovan manages to get to Elena all they ask me is to calm down?"Everything that could be done was done, sir. She left her cell phone at EP and we traced her last call, it was to Anastasia" Welch murmurs."And what can be done from this?" I ask. They look at each other for a second and I get my answer in the silence; anything. "Where is the son of a bitch?" I ask, to no one in specific.Wait… wait… to hell with waiting! How the fuck can I sit around and wait for news?"Tracking Damon Donovan's cell phone turned up nothing" Welch mutters. He is sitting in a chair in front of my desk. "But…" he pauses for a second, as if he's get
"You are lying!" I turn to him with all the conviction in the world to defend my friend. I walk a few steps towards him in a moment of shock. This bastard has to be lying. Anastasia would never do that to me… would she? "She’s not like you” I assure you."Ana, please come in" is all he says, sporting a horrifying smile.And then I watch the world fall at my feet as the door is unlocked and opened. Anastasia enters the office as if she were another person, someone completely unknown to me. His posture is low, his gaze is calm, his clothes are not very elaborate and his expression is dead."That look of yours is killing me, darling. No need to feel so bad, I am sure your pathetic marital problems were the height of Anastasia's days.""You son of a bitch! How could you do this to me?" I ask."He didn't do anything that you didn't allow, Elena. But I didn't come here to bring you another family problem, but a solution""Fuck you, Damon. Everything you've done has destabilized me enough. I
The comfortable fabric makes me live in a utopia for a few seconds, until I hear the sound of the doorknob being turned. Flashbacks run through my mind and my first concern is the dot.I position myself sitting, crossing my legs. I turn on the bedside lamp and wait until Aaron enters."Hi” he murmurs. I do not answer, because what I want to say goes far beyond two letters. "It’s okay with you…you two” his tone is low and almost melodic. Aaron walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of the mattress, relatively far away from me."What happened?" Whisper."You fainted and had a bleed, you need to do some tests to get a certain result, but the obstetrician believes that this has to do with everything that has been happening in your life"Your low posture says a lot about your mood. Aaron is extremely tired; sold off."You mean… all the shit I’ve been through” I correct."Elena, please""No, Aaron. Don't ask me please, do not ask me to calm down, do not ask me for time, do not ask me fo