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
Gael "Good evening, Mr. D'Angelo!" "Good evening, Clarck! And Mrs. D'Angelo?" I inquire of my butler. "She's in the bath, sir." "Great! I'll be in my office and don't want to be disturbed by anyone. Could you bring something for me to eat there?" "Apologies, but won't you be joining your wife at the table tonight?" "I can't, Clarck. I brought work home and will probably have to work late tonight." "Understood, sir! I'll inform Mrs. D'Angelo," he says, turning away, and I head straight to the house office. I let out a frustrated sigh, remembering I could have been with Evy at a relaxed dinner and then... I exhale heavily and shake my head, chuckling at my more risqué thoughts. I place the folder on the table and pull out some papers. I turn on the computer and open the D'Angelo accounting page to access files from at least two years ago up to now. Finally settled in my chair, I begin the rigorous task of reading, studying, and calculating to verify the numbers. Sometime later,
Gael I open my eyes and for the first time I don't see the small rays of sunlight that usually invade the gaps in my bedroom shutters. I sigh softly, enjoying Evy's delicate sleeping face next to me. Her black hair is scattered beautifully across my pillow and there are a few strands on her face too, but they don't stop me from observing her elongated black eyelashes, her tapered nose and her plump pink mouth ajar. She makes a funny gesture with her mouth that makes me smile and I catch myself sighing again. My gaze moves down a little further, to her lap where her bare breasts slowly rise and fall in rhythm with her slow, silent breathing. Yes, for the first time she's fallen asleep in my arms and I don't know how I feel about it. I want to touch her, feel her and kiss her. God, to wake her up with morning kisses and caresses. To wrap my arms around her and feel her warmth, and my body automatically wakes up with anxiety. Don't do that, Gael. It's not real. It never will be. I
Evy I tie the side knot of my bikini bottoms and immediately my eyes dart towards the full-length mirror in my room. I smile as I realize how stunning I look and let out a sigh right after. Spending weekends by the pool has become a delightful routine for us, so I decided to do something different for Gael this morning. He's not into nightclubs or dancing at all, but I enjoy those things, so I thought of bringing a bit of my fun world to our mansion. I put my hair up into a ponytail with the help of a black elastic band, pleased with the result, and step away from the mirror to grab a rectangular-shaped speaker before leaving the room. In the leisure area, I find my husband lounging on a deck chair, wearing sunglasses and black swim trunks. His light-toned tanned skin stands out amidst the subdued colors around. There's a glass with a hint of whiskey beside him, and I catch my breath as I deliberately start to observe his muscular body laid out there. The square jaw with a light stub
Evy "Children," I suddenly speak after some time, recovering from the second orgasm that stole all my strength. "What?" he asks, completely lost. I turn to face him on the lounger and start drawing small circles on his chest. "Do you not plan on having children someday?" I complete my question. "What kind of question is that, Evy?" His confusion is understandable. One minute we were in the eye of a storm, just having another orgasm in the pool, which I confess cannot compare in intensity. Then I come up with a random question. It doesn't make sense to him, but I'm curious about this. "Yes, I do intend to have a child someday." "How?" He arches his eyebrows suggestively, amusement twinkling in his eyes. I roll my eyes at him. "You don't plan on getting married, so you want to be a single father?" "Why not?" He shrugs. "There are a thousand and one ways to do it, Evy, and one of them is by paying for it." "You mean, surrogacy?" "And why not?" He shrugs. "I'll pay the girl, she'll
Evy "I thought we were heading to a restaurant," I comment when I realize we're going to the other side of the city. "We're not." "Then where?" "You'll see soon. While we're on our way, how about opening my gift?" he suggests, making me smile widely again, my eyes surely sparkling with happiness. "Gift?" I ask, looking around. "Open the glove compartment." I take a deep breath audibly, my hands feeling clumsy, if you know what I mean. I halt my excitement and stare at the small black square box, tied with a delicate golden ribbon. I hold the object as if it were fragile crystal and look at my husband in amazement. He glances at me briefly and then focuses on the busy traffic. "Aren't you going to open it?" he asks. I admit I'm trembling and nervous about all this. Could Gael finally be lowering his guard for a thing called love? Oh God, I wish it were true! "Evy?" "Huh?" "The gift, aren't you going to open it?" he insists, and anxiously, I start untying the bow. My heart beats
Evy "Wow, ma'am, you look beautiful!" Lupe hisses, eyeing me from head to toe as she enters my room. I smile at her through the mirror's reflection, dusting powder on my face without saying anything. "Heading out?" "Yes. I'm going to my mom's house. It's been a few days since I visited her. Then I'll head to the mall; I need to buy some clothes for myself," the girl sighs hopefully. "And, not taking me along?" I groan mentally and torn. Lupe has been accompanying me whenever I leave the house, and she's been great company. However, this time, I have reasons for this last-minute outing, and I don't intend to take her with me. I smile at her again. "Not this time, Lupe, but..." I infuse enthusiasm into my voice. "I promise we'll have fun together another day." My companion beams broadly. "Has Mr. D'Angelo left already?" I inquire. "A few minutes ago. Why didn't you have breakfast with him?" I shrug. "Let's just say I was too tired from our little escapade last night," I confess mis
Evy "Minutes later, the taxi stops in front of the sumptuous D'Angelo building, and as I walk through the elegant hall, I hear a familiar voice calling me with an excitement that makes me smile. I glance back and spot the tall, elegant blonde coming toward me. "Dylan?" My smile widens, and so does his. He approaches somewhat embarrassed, keeping a considerable distance. "It's been a while since I've seen you around here. Since the day you came up to talk to the big boss," he remarks with a certain humor, making me laugh. "Yeah, it has!" "What are you doing here?" I shrug. "Oh, I came to visit my husband." "Oh, right! I heard about the wedding. Belated congratulations!" "Thank you, Dylan!" We look at each other in silence for a while, unsure of what to say. "So, I... need to..." I point towards the elevators. "Oh, sure! I'm heading up too. I can join you if you'd like." "Okay!" I turn to head to the elevator, and Dylan walks beside me. In the cramped steel box, no one says any