A year ago in Paris. After a long and hectic day at work, Elena was glad to finally get a break. It was night and each of her staff had already left. She was exhausted and wanted nothing but to sit down and relax. She could feel her body was aching, her back hurting and her legs were wobbly. She was ready to call it a night and go back home. Elena walked out of the building and took in the cool Paris air. It was a relief to her after spending the whole day inside. She could feel the freshness of the air seeping in and filling her lungs. She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze caress her cheeks, enjoying the quiet and peace. But then she paused in her footsteps and remembered that Caleb would be having a sleepover at his best friend’s house. And it was only her who had to go back home. Alone. Alone, without anyone to share the bed with. Alone, without anyone to hold her tight and warm her heart. The thought made her sad. After the betrayal from her ex-fucking-husband, she ha
“So, what do you say, Elena?” He coiled a stray curl of hers around his finger, giving her a gentle tug. “Would you like to get out of here and go somewhere more private?”His offer caught her so damn off guard, her heart began to beat faster, and she never really realized that she never gave him her name during their entire exchange. The truth was, she had come to the bar to hook up with someone, and this guy was certainly attractive enough. Enough for her to ignore the fact he seemed to be aware of her identity despite meeting her the first time.“Um, I don’t know,” she replied, biting her lower lip.The stranger leaned in close, his face mere inches away from hers.“I think you do,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel herself starting to grow aroused. It had been such a long time since she felt like this.He slipped her hand in his and pulled her to him, moving her between his legs. He kissed the side of her neck
The stranger looked up at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Not yet,” he murmured. Elena groaned with frustration, but she knew there was no point in trying to resist him. He was in complete control, and all she could do was submit to his desires. The stranger began to kiss his way down her body once more, this time not stopping until he reached her aching pussy. He planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh, and then ran his tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal. She shuddered, already on the brink of orgasm. He flicked his tongue against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Elena couldn’t help but cry out, shutting her eyes tightly and grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as he continued his ministrations. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to climax, and when he slipped two fingers inside of her, she lost control. Her body convulsed, and she let out a loud moan as she came hard, her juices flowing out of her and all over the stranger’s fingers. B
[PRESENT]The masquerade ball, one month later, was nothing short of spectacular.The event was held at the Plaza, which was decorated with an opulent array of flowers and fairy lights. A live band played music that could be heard throughout the entire venue, and the guests mingled and danced with one another, their outfits the height of fashion and their masks an elaborate collection of feathers, lace, and jewels.In the midst of it all was Elena, wearing a floor-length gown of navy blue silk and a mask covered in silver beading. Her dark hair was swept up into an elegant twist, and her lips were painted a deep red. She looked gorgeous and she knew that, but the night was hardly about her. It was about the company, and it was about Josh.Elena had thrown the ball, inviting all the richest and most influential people in the world, in the hopes of drawing in the attention of the man who was known to have all the answers.Simon Walsh. The president of the Walsh Group of Companies. The m
“We’re here, sir,” his chauffeur said.Richard McDowell looked up from the screen of his phone and out the window of his car, realising that they had reached the venue for the ball thrown by M & S Group. He sighed deep into his chest and tucked the phone into the pocket of his suit coat, stealing a glance at the young woman sitting next to him on the plush seat of the car.“Are you sure about this?” He asked Cecelia as he watched his step-sister redo the clasp of the diamond necklace around her neck.Cecelia raised her eyes at him, her delicate brow furrowed with confusion. “What do you mean?”He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about the whole thing. “We don’t have to be here. I don’t feel like it.”“Are you insane?” She scoffed, incredulous at his behaviour. “This is one of the most exclusive parties in the year. How can we not attend?”Well, that was one thing for sure. He couldn’t deny that. The only problem was, he wasn’t feeling that well. Since the incident a year and a half
Cecelia loved the mystery of the night just as much as the next person, she was not oblivious to the attention she was getting. People were watching her everywhere she went, their eyes following her every move like they were all waiting for something to happen. Cecelia couldn’t help but preen under such intense attention. She loved being the centre of attention. It made her feel powerful and strong in a way that nothing else could.But then, when she least expected it, a waitress, out of absolutely nowhere, bumped into her and spilled wine all over her dress. Cecelia was furious as she turned around and glared at the girl.“What the hell? Are you blind?”“I-I’m so sorry!” She said, her voice shaking as she held up a bunch of napkins in her hands as if that would make a difference.Cecelia cursed under her breath, but as she looked around and noticed everyone was watching her, she forced herself to smile, acting as if everything was fine and she didn’t care at all. She snatched the napk
Elena made a quick stop at the address on the screen of her phone and asked the driver to wait for her there. She got out of her car and looked up the hotel building for a second, before making her way towards the entrance. As soon as she stepped foot inside the lobby, she found herself surrounded by the usual crowd of hotel guests, businessmen and women and tourists alike.She ignored them as she walked straight towards the elevators, pushing the button to call one down to her level. She only had to wait for a few seconds before the doors slid open and revealed the empty compartment inside. She quickly stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor, where the presidential suite was located.During the masquerade ball, she had received a text from the stranger she had met in Paris, and then Milan and then Paris again. According to his text, he was in New York for some kind of business which she thought she had no business asking. For as long as she could remember, both of them
The next morning when Richard picked up the newspaper, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he read the headlines of the New York Times: “The ‘Love and Disobey’ star, Cecelia McDowell warming bed with her billionaire brother”.“What the hell?” He muttered to himself as he stared at the front page, eyes widening at the images displayed on it. He quickly skimmed through the article, reading about the intimate moment shared by Cecelia and Richard in a hotel room. There was even a photo of the two of them kissing in the hallway, and even though the picture was kind of grainy, he knew the man in the picture was no one else but him.But…what the fuck, though? When the hell did this happen? He didn’t remember anything about kissing anyone in a hotel room, Cecelia or not. And why would he have an affair with his own fucking sister? That made the least sense of all.Sure, they weren’t exactly related by blood, but still. She was the daughter from his stepmother’s first marriage, and it was only a