The next morning, Elena awoke to the sound of noises coming from the apartment's bathroom. It took her a few seconds to acclimate to the surroundings. The brightness of Sin City fell upon her through the large windows.Elena was lying naked on a soft layer of white comforters, slightly warmed and illuminated by the sunlight. Urban sounds were familiar to her, but in that part of the city, they seemed more intense.And when she realized what had happened the night before, she expected to be hit by regret. She waited for all of Damon's words to lash her soul, and for the feeling of guilt to scream in her ears. But it didn't happen. Elena couldn't bring herself to feel bad for what she had done.She knew she was taking more risks than she should, and that if Damon found out, he would make her suffer even more. But that wasn't enough to make her regret having another night with Granger.The beautiful woman lazily opened her eyes, looking around to find something familiar. It didn't tak
Ana's presence stirred a mixture of relief and anxiety within Elena. "Excuse me," Ana's voice cut through the quiet of the office as she stepped inside. "Is everything okay?" Elena's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Ana's voice. She hadn't spoken to her since the tumultuous night at the club. "Yes," Elena replied, her tone composed. "Thank you for covering for me." Ana offered a reassuring smile, her gaze reflecting understanding. "Don't worry. I'm not on Mr. Donovan's side." Though Ana's words were meant to provide solace, they did little to ease Elena's nerves. The reminder of Damon's looming presence cast a shadow over the room, overshadowing any sense of reassurance. "But, Elena?" Ana's voice softened, her concern palpable. "Mr. Donovan just arrived. He's heading up and wants to talk to you." Elena's stomach churned with a mixture of dread and anticipation. The sudden news of Damon's return sent a jolt of anxiety coursing through her veins. "Did he come back from his tri
Elena RoseFord epitomized beauty in every sense. Her long brown locks, set against her porcelain skin, made her appear like a mirage, unlike any other woman. People wondered if she could be as beautiful as she appeared, and indeed she could. It was impossible to look at her just once.Upon arriving at the luxurious The Cosmopolitan, a hotel with an elegant casino facing the Planet Hollywood, the limousine halted in front of the red carpet laid out before the building. The modernist-inspired hotel would host the event organized to honor the last charity auction of the year.The lights blurred Elena's vision. The spotlights aimed at the front of the building gave it the distinctive aura that only a Las Vegas construction could have. Dozens of photographers were also present to capture the guests' arrivals. However, the venue's security ensured they entered safely amidst the crowd. Damon and Elena flashed fake smiles for the photos and proceeded inside.Elena wore a red satin Porsche
Wow. The murmurs around the hall began to increase. This would be the highest bid of the night, and it would certainly go down in the event's history. Damon smiled at Elena's victory because, in his mind, it was his victory. He was willing to make a large donation and set a record, and she helped him. Elena had scored a positive point on her husband's scoreboard. The master of ceremonies waited for a response from Aaron; however, the man merely nodded in the negative. "Going once. Going twice. Going three times. Sold to the lady in red at table five, for the modest sum of one million dollars. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a record holder among us." The hall erupted in applause as the bottle of cognac was sold. Elena's heart pounded at the same intensity as the claps, and she managed only to smile politely. This was a televised event, and some cameras turned to the beautiful girl when she won. The master of ceremonies said a few more things about the bid, and then announced the
Sabrina looked at Aaron and smiled with false gracefulness. She was close to the door, and walked over to him with calculated steps for a model. Her smile didn't deny her intentions, intentions that the man knew very well. "You arrived just in time for our conversation," she said. "Elena, please, could you give us a few minutes?" Granger asked Elena, ignoring the blonde's words in front of him. At that moment, the beautiful girl had to make sure her jaw wasn't on the floor. She couldn't believe that Aaron wanted privacy to talk to Sabrina. However, Elena lifted her head, taking a less surprised and more prepared stance. Her eyes burned as she took the last steps to leave the bathroom, but the woman was determined to stand firm. She didn't have to care. She had nothing to do with Aaron. She was already married to someone else. Elena passed by Aaron and Sabrina, beside them. She knew she was being watched by that man, and that maybe that falsely casual encounter was a way f
There, sprawled across her bed, was Damon, her husband, entangled with Kesha, her stepsister. Elena's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief as she struggled to comprehend the sight before her. A wave of shock washed over her, crashing against the walls of her consciousness and leaving her paralyzed in the doorway. Damon was straddling Kesha, his hips pushing against hers as they were interrupted by Elena's sudden entrance. "What the hell is this?" Elena managed to whisper, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and anger. Damon's and Kesha's eyes turned towards Elena, their gazes cold and calculating. Kesha's smirk held a hint of malice as she observed her sister standing there. Elena felt a surge of nausea as she turned to leave, the unsettling sight turning her stomach in knots. The realization hit her like a ton of brick. Her sister. Her bed. But before she could make her escape, Damon's commanding voice cut through the air, freezing her in plac
She turned slowly to face him. When their eyes met, Granger knew the answer. This is what they do when they're together, isn't it? They break these little, insignificant rules. Granger walked down the side aisle. His steps were calm, yet determined, as he made his way toward the corridor leading to the confessional booth. Perhaps it was fear, but Elena felt her heart pound in her throat just at the thought of being caught. She could barely imagine how she would be talked about by the entire condominium; how Damon would react; the consequences she would face. Elena took a deep breath. The consequences would come in the future, so she would deal with them then. There was a rosary hanging around her neck, and she tucked it inside her dress. As the priest finished his prayers, she slipped out through the side of the pews and headed toward the confessional booth too. Her heels echoed against the corridor's floor, each click a testament to her resolve as Elena approached the small
The sight of them together made her stomach churn with disgust, her eyes narrowing in disdain. "What?" she asked tersely, crossing her arms defensively. "How's the project going?" Damon inquired, his tone deceptively casual. Meanwhile, Kesha trailed her nails provocatively along Damon's arm, laying claim to him as if he were her possession. "Great. Production of the devices will start in two days," Elena replied in a forced professional tone, her gaze flickering briefly towards Kesha, "and we have a dinner at the Granger mansion tomorrow with the entire team." Damon reached for his glass on the table, taking a long gulp before speaking again. "How many devices will be produced?" "Ten," Elena responded, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. "I want more. I want a fucking thousand," Damon demanded, his voice laced with authority. "Impossible, Damon. The project may be yours, but the one funding everything isn't you," Elena retorted. "Oh..." Damon feigned surprise, a
"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