Vivian’s heart skipped a beat. She had hoped no one had noticed, especially not Horace, with his eagle eyes and love for gossip. She swallowed, trying to act nonchalant. “T-there’s nothing going on, Horace,” she said, forcing a laugh. “We just had a work thing to talk about. You know, important boss-employee stuff.” Horace raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Mmhmm, sure. Boss-employee stuff that involves you blushing like a schoolgirl the next morning?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, Viv, I won’t tell anyone. Spill the tea. Is he as charming behind closed doors as he is in those suits? Damn, I wish it were me though” Horace whined. Who didn't have a die hard crush on Damien Sullivan? Billionaire playboy and heir to a fortune. Vivian felt her cheeks grow even hotter. She wasn’t used to being in the spotlight like this, especially not with something so personal. But Horace was relentless, and if she kept denying it, it would only
As the clock neared 7 PM, Vivian felt her heart race with anticipation. She had spent the last hour getting ready, her nerves a mix of excitement and curiosity. What was this? An official date? Or a casual meeting? With Damien, it was hard to tell. He hadn't given her any hint and just told her to "look good for him". Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she assessed her reflection. For tonight, she had chosen a simple yet elegant black dress—form-fitting, with a sweetheart neckline that emphasized her collarbones. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places and flared slightly at the knees, giving her a sophisticated, understated allure. Her makeup was minimal but highlighted her best features—soft smoky eyes and a deep red lipstick that made her lips look tempting. She wondered if she had over dressed. Vivian was in a panic as she debated for a long time whether or not to wear her glasses. After all, it had become something of a signature look for her, but tonight
"That's nice.." Vivian smiled as she picked up the menu on the table to see what they had to offer. Damien did same, and after some time, a waiter came to get their orders. Where Damien had already settled on his meal, Vivian was still stomped, not because she wasn't sure what to get, but because she could barely read the words. Without her glasses, the words seemed so far away. She blushed, straining her eyes when the waiter turned to her. "Oh ..um..." Damien sensed her unease and came to her rescue. "We'll have the number 5 and a bottle of your finest wine" Damien smirked as he leaned back in his chair, watching Vivian’s blush deepen. “You didn’t bring your glasses, did you?” His voice was playful but filled with warmth. Vivian let out a soft laugh, feeling embarrassed but also touched by his quick save. “I didn’t think I’d need them tonight,” she admitted, fidgeting with the edge of her napkin. “I was trying to look a little... different.” Damien’s gaze softened as he
Every time their lips met, Damien felt a rush that made everything else fade away. In those moments, there were no boardrooms, no mafia dealings, no expectations. Just her, and the way she melted into him, the softness of her lips, the sweet warmth of her breath mingling with his.Vivian’s arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned in closer, her body responding instinctively to his touch. Each kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every second of it. His hand cupped the back of her head, tangling in her hair, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.He loved the way she kissed him back, the way her lips parted slightly, inviting him in as if she could never get enough of him. It was like a dance—passionate, intimate, and perfectly synchronized. And in those moments, nothing else mattered but her. She made him feel alive, more than he ever thought possible.Breaking away from the kiss for just a moment, Damien pres
Vivian's POV From where I laid right now, I gazed upon the heavenly features of the man that had me at his mercy. The way his dark hair tousled over his forehead and his blue eyes caught the reflection of the light, the steady raising and falling of his chest, the way his touch burned my skin with need, all of it filled me with anticipation. Damien loomed over me, his eyes dark and filled with an intense hunger that sent shivers through my body. He let his fingers trail down the length of my arm, teasingly slow, before brushing against my waist. An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped my lips. Every touch felt deliberate, each one igniting a fire within me that was growing harder and harder to contain. "Patience," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck as his lips grazed the sensitive skin just below my ear. "I want you to savor this." God! He was so fucking hot. I'd lose my mind if this turned out to be a dream, but this felt real--to real, to be a mere dream. This was real
My routine of keeping in shape might not have been as rigours as the models at the agency, but my physique was pretty impressive. I worked out three times a week and maintained a balanced diet. Nothing extensive, but enough to keep my body toned. So his compliment made me thankful for being as committed as I was. His praise fuelled my desire. Even in the dim glow of the room, I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he continued to explore every hip, dip and curve on my body. He almost looked like he was worshiping my form. "Ah..." I sighed when he ran his coarse tongue down the length of my stomach, until he reached my crotch. I was already wet. Wet for him. "Please," I whispered, my ears could barely recognise my own voice—breathless, needy, desperate. My body was so attuned to his touch that it felt like every nerve was on high alert, vibrating with the want that coursed through me. But Damien was unmoved by my pleading. He merely chuckled, the low sound vibrating through my ches
"Don't look away," he whispered, husky with need. His words were a low, hungry command, and I forced myself to look up, my eyes locking with his as he watched me unravel under his touch. The intensity of his gaze, the way he seemed to see into the very core of me, was too much, too overwhelming. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice velvet and ragged. "I want to see it all—every moment, every gasp, every shiver. Don't hold back." My body sang with his praise, and I surrendered to the pleasure, the intensity of the moment shattering any remaining reserve. The heat built and built, threatening to engulf me in its fiery embrace, until suddenly I shattered, a broken symphony of moans and tremors that shook me to my core. Damien watched, his eyes dark with lust as he pulled his fingers from my depths, slick with her release. He studied the sticky texture, a satisfied smirk played at the corner of his lips. He had no shame whatsoever as he put his fingers into his mouth, licki
It was the darkest hour of the night, when the world lay still in the shadows, that Damien crept out of the bed he shared with Vivian, careful not to wake her. The moonlight cast strange shadows across the room, a silent witness to their tryst. His bare feet padded towards the bathroom, the tiles cold against his bare feet, a chill running down his spine as he turned on the shower. Steam began to rise from the warm water, fogging up the glass shower door. Vivian stirred in her sleep as her eyes began to flutter open. She sat up, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but a small smile curved her lips when she saw Damien in the shower, his naked form outlined by the steam. She stretched lazily, her body arching, her skin luminous in the faint light. With a soft giggle, she slid out of bed, her bare feet making silent tracks across the room as she joined him in the shower. The water cascaded over them, washing away the remnants of their passion, but doing nothing to quench the fire tha
“Please… give me another chance,” he begged, his words raw with desperation. “I can’t lose you. I don't think I can go on without you. I know I’ve hurt you… I know I’ve failed you… but I swear, I’ll do anything to make it right.” His eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. Compared to the cold hearted killing machine she had just witnessed some hours ago, this version of Damien, the way he made himself to bare and vulnerable to her made her heart clench, but could she forgive him so easily? He lied about who he was, putting her in danger. But he hadn't been the only one who lied, Bruce. She couldn't tell who's betrayal hit her more. Bruce or Damien? “But Vivian… if you want to leave… I won’t stop you. I won’t force you to stay in a life you don’t want. I’ll let you go, if that’s what you need.” The silence that followed was suffocating, heavy with uncertainty. Damien’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited patiently for her next wor
Damien stood there, still holding the gun in his hand, as if Marcello’s death meant nothing to him. He didn’t flinch at the sound of Vivian’s distress, didn’t look away from the corpse lying at his feet. This was just another day in his world. But somewhere deep inside, something twisted in his chest at the sound of Vivian’s sobs.Nikolia glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “Enzo will be here soon,” he said quietly, as if the violence they had just witnessed was already being brushed aside. “We’ll take care of the rest.”Damien nodded, his jaw clenched. Without another word, he holstered his gun and turned to face Vivian. But before he could reach her, she swayed, her body giving out from the sheer exhaustion and trauma of the night. She collapsed, her world turning black as she slipped into unconsciousness.---When Vivian woke again, the harsh lights of the white room assaulted her senses. She blinked, disoriented, her body feeling heavy
Marcello’s heart dropped into his stomach. For a split second, it felt like he had seen a ghost. Nikolia stood there, bathed in the faint moonlight, his tall frame exuding a cold menace that froze Marcello in place. His expression was hard, disgust etched into every line of his face and his golden eyes cutting through Marcello like a silent reaper of damnation.“Going somewhere, Marcello?” Nikolia’s voice was as cold as the night air, sending a shiver down Marcello’s spine.Marcello’s eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find words. “N-Nikolia…” he stammered, taking a step back, but there was nowhere to run. The fat in his cheeks trembled. The wall behind him felt like a cage, closing in around him.Nikolia stepped closer, his eyes darkening with contempt. “ what's the matter, uncle Marc? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said quietly, his voice dripping with disgust. “I guess betrayal has that effect, doesn’t it?”Marcello tried to swallow, but his thr
Rico stormed back to the center of the room, his face twisted in fury as more gunfire erupted outside. “This was supposed to be foolproof!” he spat, turning on Bruce with venom in his eyes. “You told me this would work!”Bruce gave a nonchalant shrug, not bothering to defend himself. He’d done what he was told. If Rico’s plans were crumbling, that was on him.“Looks like you’re the one who underestimated Damien,” Bruce muttered under his breath.“You—” Rico’s hand shot out, grabbing Bruce by the collar of his shirt, yanking him to his feet. “I swear to God, if you had anything to do with this—”“Enough!” Marcello barked, stepping between them, his eyes wide with barely concealed panic. “This is getting out of hand! We need to get out of here before it’s too late!”For the first time since the gunfire began, Bruce’s pulse quickened. He could hear the approaching footsteps, the gunfire getting closer. The time had come. The inevitable was h
Bruce had taken a photo of Vivian and driven down to the fake location where Rico and Marcello had planned to ambush him when he showed up. About a dozen foot soldiers were positioned at strategic places around the warehouse, waiting for the time. But as Bruce stood before the depleted building, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the the picture of Vivian. He stared at the picture for what felt like an eternity before delivering the message to Damien along with the fake location. A bitter smile appeared on his lips as he watched the file deliver. Somehow, he felt Damien wouldn't believe this crap. If he truly did love Vivian, he could tell from a mile away that these coordinates were bullshit. A part of him wanted to call it off, but he knew better than to intervene. No, that's not it. Bruce was just a coward, a dog on Rico's leash and it gnawed at him.Vivian was now a part of his past, but she wasn't the one to blame for the path he had condemned himself to be
Vivian gasped, her eyes widening in horror to think that Bruce was confessing to a murder made her question everything now. “No… no, Bruce, that’s not—” She shook her head, refusing to believe what she was hearing. The man she once knew, the man she had loved, couldn’t be capable of something like that. “You didn’t… You couldn’t have…”His face twisted in a madden excitement. A sick smile marked his features as he grinned from ear to ear like a mad man, but there was no denying it now. “I did. Hah, I shot him. Clean, one bullet to the heart. Just like Rico told me to.”Rico?? Why did that name sound so familiar. Vivian recalled going through Damien's notes the days he had been absent from work. But who exactly was Rico and how were Bruce and Damien even connected to it all.Vivian recoiled in her chair, her body trembling. “How... how could you?"“I didn’t have a choice!” Bruce snapped, his voice rising, raw and defensive. “They have everything on
Sly turned back to his laptop, as if he hadn’t just tried to push my buttons. “We make our move tonight. They don’t know that we know where they are, so we have the upper hand. We’ll strike fast, hit them from all sides.”Right in the middle of our conversation, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out immediately, my gut tightening the moment I saw the notification. An unknown number had sent me a message. I opened it immediately, and my blood ran cold.It was a picture of Vivian. She was tied up, her face streaked with tears, her eyes wide with fear. A message followed: **“Come alone, or she dies.”**I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat. Rage, fear, and panic crashed into me all at once, threatening to rip through the thin control I had left. I tightened my grip on the phone, the edges digging into my palm.Nikolia leaned in, his face hardening as he saw the picture. “Shit.”Sly glanced over, his smirk fading when he saw the image. “Ah... there it is. The bai
Nikolia nodded in agreement, though his gaze remained locked on Sly, watching his every move. “Enzo’s right, Damien. The moment you go after them, you’ll be walking right into their trap.” I took a deep breath, trying to let the words sink in. Rico and Marcello were conniving bastards. They would use any weakness to get a leverage. “What do you suggest, then?” I asked after a moment, my tone hard but more measured now. Enzo relaxed slightly. “Sly," he motioned for Salvatore and the man moved quickly, pulling out a laptop from his bag. He perched himself behind a wooden desk and turned on the system, the cold light reflecting over his face as his fingers worked through the keys like a madman. "We got our Intel..." Sly grinned, his fingers already flying over the keys of the laptop. “I’ve been digging into Rico’s operations. I might have an idea where he’s keeping her.” My eyes locked onto Sly’s. “Where?” Sly pulled up a map on the screen, a series of routes and locations highligh
His glare was fierce, but I held my ground. “This isn’t the time to act reckless. And you know it. We need a plan. If you go after them now, you'd be playing right into their hands.”“I don’t care! They took her, Nik. They crossed the fucking line,” he huffed, knocking over a stack of magazines on his desk.I took a breath, keeping my voice steady. “I know. But if you charge in there like this, you could lose more than Vivian. You could lose everything. They’re waiting for you to snap, and when you do, they’ll be ready.”Damien’s eyes flickered with rage, but deep down, he knew I was right. He was smart enough to see the bigger picture, but in moments like this, his emotions were getting the best of him.I placed a hand on his shoulder, locking eyes with him. “We’ll get her back. But not like this. You need to stay focused, stay sharp. We’ll find another way.”He didn’t say anything, but the tension in his shoulders eased, if only a