Evy There's not much to do at the D'Angelo mansion, every time I come back from my mother's house I get lost in this huge place, or I get stuck in a library or even in the swimming pool, or I simply sleep and for this reason, I decided to return with my morning runs. This time accompanied by my brutish security guard, and don't think I'm doing this outside the estate, because it's so big here that there seems to be no end to it. Like now, I'm coming back from another run and when I get home from my workout, I run up the stairs and straight to the bathroom. To my surprise, I hear the shower turn on and notice that the door is ajar. Curious, I slowly approach and catch a glimpse of Gael's wet body. He's standing with his back to me under the water that's falling like a waterfall. I sigh audibly and think, should I go in or not? I bite my lower lip with a cheeky thought and start to undress, I enter the room slowly and silently, then I enter the shower and hug him from behind, kissing h
Evy The golf club isn't much different from the tennis club I used to frequent in my adolescence. All the luxury of the structure, the lush greenery covering most of the perimeter, and the white fences containing a beautiful flower garden. Tiffany steps out of the car and walks toward a cottage where some women await us at a round table on the veranda. As we approach, I notice the girls eyeing me up and down, their curiosity barely concealed. I take a deep breath, subtly, not wanting them to notice my discomfort being here. As we draw near, I observe them closely, greeting each other warmly, embracing festively and at length, possibly whispering among themselves. "Ladies, this is Evy D’Angelo," Tiffany announces as she steps away from the group of friends, beaming broadly at everyone. I feel like a trophy being displayed for them. "Oh my God, so it's true?! That hunk actually got married?" one of them comments with extreme surprise, bringing her hands close to her mouth. Yet, she do
Evy "How do I look?" He asks, turning away from the mirror and still adjusting his tie. I simply gaze at the handsome man standing before me, unable to help but notice his masculine and serious face. His eyes, now even darker and intense due to the night's darkness seeping in through the window, draw my attention, and with a sigh, my observant gaze descends to his mouth, outlined by a sparse yet equally dark beard. "Well?" He insists, but I continue my overly meticulous assessment, now captivated by his tall, well-dressed figure in a black button-up shirt and a navy-blue tie with tiny graphite-colored diamond-shaped details. The black dress pants perfectly contour his thighs, emphasizing his waist and leaving little to my overly fertile imagination. I hold back a loud sigh, realizing it's time to snap out of this ridiculous trance and give my opinion. "You look perfect, Gael!" I sum up my response with a gentle voice because he doesn't need to know how incredibly attractive he looks
Evy As soon as the doors of the D'Angelo mansion opened, our eager hands didn't hold back and attacked each other's bodies. It's incredible how they are everywhere at once. Our mouths devour each other hungrily, greedily, and our heavy, heaving breaths fight each other. My moans soon spread throughout the room and Gael presses me hard against a wall. One of his hands urgently lifts the skirt of my dress, while the other holds me on his lap, between the wall and his body. He pulls my panties aside with inexplicable haste and then I can feel his desperation to unzip his pants and free his member, which is surely ready for me. His feverish mouth sucks, licks and kisses my burning skin. "I was dying to have you in my arms like this!" he confesses with a rough growl, groping my breast over the fabric and I almost scream when he finally penetrates me. His mouth takes mine again as he begins to move firmly and forcefully inside me, swallowing all my raging moans and just as I'm about to com
Evy A few months... These days have been very different for me here at the D'Angelo mansion. I've spent a lot of time alone as usual, but not in the early hours of the day and not in his late hours either. I don't know if he's aware that he's an engaging lover as much as he is an irreverent boy, and God help me, I'm falling in love with this man who is slowly revealing himself to me. Weekends have changed completely. Gael used to live for work, but over the last few months he's been coming home with me. You know the most interesting part of all this? That scowling, bossy CEO has gone into hiding. I simply don't see him anywhere in the house and he's left behind a thoughtful and funny man. Funny, yes, because he makes me laugh whenever he can, like now when he suddenly throws me over his shoulder and dumps me in the pool. Through the crystal-clear water I see him diving towards me. He pulls me in, glues our bodies together and kisses me right there as we emerge. But the kiss doesn't
Evy "You're killing it, D'Angelo!" Lupe's voice pulls me out of my deep thoughts, browsing through the beautiful and enticing images of my husband on my phone screen. I shift my focus from the gallery photos and look at the gentle young woman seated next to me, offering a closed-mouth smile. If only she knew. "Can I say something?" She continues. "Of course." "Since you arrived at this mansion, ma'am, you've changed everything inside." Intrigued by her comment, I adjust myself and face her in the backseat of the car, signaling her to continue. "What things?" She shrugs. "Mr. D'Angelo has been staying home more these months. Before you, the house was silent and almost empty if it weren't for the staff living there. We only used to see him late at night when he received some girls, or sometimes in the morning when he just had a quick cup of coffee. Then he'd rush off to the company. It's amazing how much happier, funnier, and more enjoyable he is now!" "So, he wasn't like that befo
Gael I enter the small bedroom of an apartment and as usual find her lying on a sophisticated king-size bed, wearing only a daring set of red lingerie. I can't deny that Paige Montreal is a stupidly attractive and hot woman, but what brought me here certainly wasn't the hot sex she always offers me. Knowing that she was in my house, that she threatened Evy and almost made a scandal at the entrance to the mansion made me furious. She's getting out of hand and that's no good for me, and even less so for her. I enter the cramped but luxurious room, close the door and get rid of my suit, taking care to fold it in half and place it on the back of the armchair next to a long, narrow window. I do everything under his scrutinizing gaze. I walk over to the wide bed and stop inches from it. I watch intently as she bites her extremely red lip in a sexy, seductive way. My eyes fall on her long, blonde eyelashes and on her lap, which rises and falls with slightly ragged breathing. A few strands of
Gael A busy day at D'Angelo Corporation was just what I needed to keep my head in place. Dealing with the legal and accounting teams back to back was exhausting and demanded a lot from me, especially when you discover a certain thief among them. This will ruin my plans for tonight. I think as I organize some folders for analysis in my executive briefcase, and before leaving the office, I head to the corner bar and pour myself a small glass of whiskey. Facing the transparent glass wall, I gaze at Seattle's night with its lights and movements, sipping the drink. The door to my office opens, and Paul enters, holding a brown envelope. He looks at me with that damn appraising look, and a tiny smile plays at the corner of his mouth. "Brought the data you asked for," he says, approaching my desk. I meet him halfway, and he hands me the envelope. "Great! I was just waiting for this to head home." "Seriously? I was thinking of inviting you to a bar. It's Friday, Gael, and we haven't done th