FourteenHis eyes were still glued to her, lingering far too long, but Talia pretended not to notice. She straightened her back and put on her most professional smile. "Good evening, Mr. Bernard," she repeated, holding up the documents. "I’m Talia from the Donovan Group, and I’m here to discuss cooperation with you." He didn’t seem to care about her words. Instead, a sheepish grin spread across his face, his gaze traveling slowly up and down her body. He stood up, his eyes darkening with lust as he moved closer."Ah, I remember now." His voice was slurred with alcohol as he walked towards her, his steps slow, predatory. "Talia… the beautiful lady from the Donovan Group." His grin widened. "Your company is too generous, sending me such a… feast." Without warning, he grabbed her hand, his touch rough and unwanted.Talia’s heart pounded, but she remained calm, quickly yanking her hand away. She forced her smile to remain intact, even though her stomach churned. "I think there’s been a
FIFTEENWhen Talia whispered that to Leo, he smiled and gently smoothed her hair. "You want us to make love again, don’t you?" he asked, his tone teasing. Before she could respond, she placed her hand on his lips, but it was too late—Greg had already heard it. He chuckled slightly from the driver’s seat.Talia stammered, "Y-Yes, I want to have a baby as soon as possible... so the mission can be accomplished earlier." She pouted her lips, trying to look serious.Leo smiled, took her hands, and kissed them softly. "If that’s what you want, I’ll satisfy you," he said, leaning in closer to kiss her. Suddenly aware of Greg’s presence, she quickly pulled her hand back and cleared her throat. "Never mind... Greg is still here," she said shyly, her cheeks flushing pink."Greg!" Leo called out firmly. Greg turned around, smiling sheepishly. "Yes, sir. Umm... okay, I’ll go now." He stammered before dashing out of the car."Oh my God, Greg is so sensible," Talia muttered to herself with a
SIXTEEN After a short silent debate, I stand on the ottoman and walk to him. But when I move to straddle him, he shakes his head. “No. Turn around. Lie down.” When I don’t immediately obey, he moves me how he wants me. Urging me onto my stomach facing the window, my shins and feet bent up against the back of the couch. It feels strange and awkward and it’s made worse by the fact we aren’t touching.He must sense my confusion, because he rumbles out a laugh as he takes the remote and puts a movie on. “You don’t remember this.”It’s only when the opening credits of a bullshit action movie start that I go still. “I was lying between you two like this.”“Yes.” He tosses one of the throw blankets over my lower half and then nudges my legs wider. “Just. Like. This.” And then his hand is there, burrowing under the blankets and sliding up to bracket my inner thigh. “You were wearing a skirt nearly as short as this. Were you hoping I'd finger you?”Embarrassment and desire twine through me. “
SEVENTEENHis curse is the only warning I get before his mouth is on me. Licking and sucking and, holy shit, that feels good. I barely get a chance to enjoy it before I’m orgasming, my toes curling and my back bowing. I don’t mean to grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face, milking every last bit of pleasure from his clever tongue.I don’t mean to, but I’m not sorry I do it.Shane shifts me higher on the ottoman and shoves it forward enough that he can go to his knees between my spread thighs. I tense. Most of the time when guys have gone down on me in the past, they’re in a rush, doing the bare minimum to get me ready enough to fuck me. I’m more than ready to fuck Leo, but he’s giving my pussy slow, thorough kisses. Like he has all the time in the world. Like this isn’t even about my pleasure; it’s simply because he’s enjoying himself.Little by little, I relax, my mind unspooling beneath his tongue and the pressure of his fingers against my thighs, holding me open for him.
EIGHTEENGreg stood under the shade of a large tree, his posture a mix of impatience and fatigue. The quiet of the night was occasionally interrupted by the distant sounds of the city. "The duration of the movie should be over, right?" Greg muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes wearily. "Nevermind, I’ll watch a few more." He shrugged, settling in to wait for his boss and Talia to finish their business.***Inside the office, the ambient light from Talia’s desk lamp cast a warm glow on her focused face as she typed diligently. Her concentration was shattered when Malia burst into the room, practically slamming a document onto her desk. The sudden noise jolted Talia, and she looked up, her surprise evident in her wide eyes."Talia!" Malia’s voice cut through the air like a blade. Her face was flushed with anger, her eyes narrow slits. "Who gave you the courage to slack off in the middle of a crucial project? Do you know how important Mr. Bernard's project is? If you can’t handle it, the
NINETEENMalia stormed into Marco’s office without knocking, her face contorted with anger. Marco didn’t even glance up from his computer.“How many times have I told you to knock before barging into my office?” he said coldly, fingers still flying across the keyboard.But Malia was in no mood to listen. She strutted toward him, her hips swaying seductively, and reached for his tie, straightening it as though she had every right to. "I only told Talia to speak politely with Mr. Bernard about the project. But they all bullied me!" she cried, leaning over him to hug him from behind. Tears welled in her eyes, but there was a wicked glint underneath them. She pressed herself against him, hoping to provoke a reaction. Marco remained still, his face impassive, refusing to acknowledge her physical presence. His fingers stilled on the keyboard when Malia whispered, "Your brother Leo… he seems to be protecting Talia a lot these days."
TWENTYTalia opened the door and stepped out, with Leo right behind her. Marco’s piercing eyes locked onto her, but she refused to show any sign of fear.“Boss, I tried—” Greg stammered, attempting to explain, but Leo raised a hand, silencing him.“It’s fine, Greg. We were only talking business,” Leo said calmly, his gaze never leaving Marco.“Marco, have you arranged the handover of Malia’s responsibilities to the supervisor?” Leo asked, his voice firm.Marco smirked, ignoring the question. “Leo, I have something to discuss with Talia,” he said.Leo chuckled softly. “Oh? Can’t you discuss it here if it’s business? Or is it something that shouldn’t be heard by others?” His words were sharp, a challenge lingering in the air.Marco’s smirk faded as he grabbed Talia’s hand, but she quickly shook it off.“Don’t touch me. I can walk on my own,” she snapped. Marco nodded, steppi
TWENTY ONE**Flashback...**Talia sat beside her mother, her head bleeding, tears streaming down her face. Thick smoke billowed from the car’s hood, and blood stained every corner of the vehicle. “Ta...Talia,” her mother’s voice was weak, barely a whisper. “Please, take care of yourself.” Blood gushed from her mouth, her life slipping away.“No, Mom... please stop talking. I’ll call for help... You can’t die!” Talia sobbed, holding her mother’s trembling hand, desperate to stop the inevitable.“I love you,” her mother whispered, her hand slowly slipping from Talia’s grasp. In the next moment, she was gone.“Mom! Mommy, no, please don’t leave me!” Talia screamed, shaking her mother’s lifeless body in denial.Through her tears, she saw a blurry figure—a man appeared in front of her. He gently lifted her mother’s body out of the wreckage. Moments later, he returned, carrying Talia in his