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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was the light that woke me first. Letting my eyes adjust, I took a moment to enjoy the warmth on my face. I looked down to see his arm slung lazily over my waist, and I realised we were both facing towards the French doors that opened onto the balcony. I so badly wanted to turn around, just to see if I could see him sleeping, but I was frightened that I might wake him. I warred with myself for a moment, before deciding to go for it anyway.
Inch by inch, I moved my torso. His arm remained heavy upon me, but I managed to flip myself until I was on my back. I traced my eyes from his chest, up to his face, and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw he was awake. His coffee-coloured eyes were bright.
“Good morning, Rosie.” His voice was husky and thick with sleep.
I felt my cheeks grow hot, but I managed to smile in response.
“Thank you for staying with me. It helped,” I answered truthfully.
It had helped enormously. I would
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My legs trembled as I did as he requested. I had no idea what to expect, but I couldn’t ignore the excited anticipation building within my stomach. I was now exposed to him, my core completely on display. His head lowered towards me with agonising slowness, and I jerked a little when I felt his stubble graze against the inside of my thigh. Moments later he was placing soft kisses on the top of my mound. If it hadn’t been for his strong hands on my hips keeping me in place, I was sure I would have bucked upwards uncontrollably. His lips made their way down to my slit, and I cried out a little as his warm wet tongue stroked my entrance. Before I had time to recover from the thrill, he found my clit.The sensation was nothing like I had ever experienced before. It was so different to the feeling of fingers. There was less friction for one thing. But the warmth and wetness of his mouth took my breath away. He licked me in a rhythm, causing the knot in my s
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“What do you mean we’re going on public transport?”I found the indignation on his face utterly hilarious, to the point I was laughing out loud.“If you think we’re going to roll up to a greasy spoon in your swanky sports car, you’ve got another thing coming. You said I could decide, so this is what we’re doing.”His eyes widened at my bossy tone, and I was loving it.Just to rile him more I added, “oh, and I wouldn’t wear anything too nice. London is a pretty mucky place.”I winked at him as I closed the bathroom door on his face to get washed and dressed.I was smiling so much throughout my shower, my face ached. I decided that I wouldn’t just stop at the greasy spoon. No. Today I’d show him my London.When I came back into his bedroom, I nearly fainted from shock. “You own blue jeans?!”He rolled his eyes. “Yes, of course I do. I
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I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fine. Tell me about your family?”“That’s not a question,” he said, popping a piece of food into his mouth. My mind briefly flashed back to this morning, and where that mouth had been…I huffed, partly annoyed at myself for letting my mind wander, but also for his difficult attitude. “FINE. Are you close to your family?”His jaw twitched, before he swallowed his next mouthful. “Not particularly.”Before I could stop myself, I asked “Why?”“I’m taking that as your second question…”I shot him a disgruntled look. “That’s not fair!”“Do you want to know, or not?” He challenged.He was a bastard. An attractive one. But still a bastard.I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms. “Yes.”He took a deep breath. “We don’t agree on a lot. Next qu
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The contrast of this weekend and the last was almost unfathomable. It was as if I’d travelled through time and space to an alternate world. One that was bright and colourful, as opposed to the dark misery. The incident had all but dissipated, and he was the reason.Despite his reluctance, I was pretty sure Ezra ended up having a good time. He had of course been to Camden before, but only at night for swanky hipster parties. He’d never been around the infamous market. As I dragged him round the multi-coloured stalls, his eyes became wider and wider. Camden market was a treasure trove of wares, from cyber outfits to the best noodles this side of the river. I had remembered being enchanted by it when I’d first visited, and I wanted to give him the same experience. The more minutes that past, the more he seemed to relax. I had never heard him laugh so freely or frequently before. That was one of the most wonderful parts of the day, and I felt I got a glimpse at
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This time, there was no stopping me. I audibly gasped as we walked into the Terrance Penthouse, the lift taking us directly to it. The 1930’s style was continued, a mixture of dark wood and art deco furniture. He led me to a living area decorated with accents of turquoise, with an attached ‘powder room’. Upon the coffee table was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.“A drink?” He offered.I nodded, still a little speechless from our surroundings. I walked up to the terrace doors, pushing them open to step into the London evening air. Placing my hands on cream-coloured railings, I peered out to find Hyde Park. I would never have believed I’d ever get to come to somewhere like this.“Here.”Ezra had appeared beside me, handing a chilled flute. We clinked and took a sip.“Would you like to see the rest?”I laughed. “Yes. I suppose I would.”From there he showed me
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He stood up from me, taking in my naked form beneath him. Then, piece by piece he began to remove the rest of his clothes. As his chiselled torso came into view, my stomach flipped. He was so incredibly beautiful. How did we ever get to this point?When he was left in just his boxers, he reached over me again to kiss me, before hooking his fingers into my thong, and dragging the now sopping wet item off. I watched as he went to the top draw of the angular dressing table, and pulled out a small square foil packet. Fucking hell, I hadn’t even thought about contraception. He placed it on the bed beside me, and something about it made everything seem more real. This was happening. Ezra Stone, CEO of Stone Marketing was about to take my virginity. I gave myself one final check-in, to make sure I wanted this, but I only had to glance into his eyes once to find my answer. There was something deeper to him. To us. He affected me in a way I never thought possible, if not him, th
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We both woke with a start. I realised the sound of a mobile phone was the reason, and it wasn’t mine. Still half-asleep, Ezra reached for the vibrating device that was lying on the bedside table.“Hello?” His voice was groggy, and he began to rub his knuckles over his half-closed eyes.I was waking up myself, and couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of the phone.But as soon as he sat up bolt-right in the bed, I knew it couldn’t be good. His grogginess was now eradicated, and he spat into the phone, “you have to be fucking kidding me?”I sat up too, my brow creasing as I watched Ezra’s eyes light up with rage.Whoever was on the end of the phone spoke again.“Well, you can fucking wait.” And with that, he ended the call, throwing the mobile on the floor where it landed with a muffled thud in the thick pile carpet.He sank back into the quilted headboard, covering his face
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The words hadn’t really registered with me. I sat there, blinking at him dumbly as a silence fell over the opulent room. The only sound was the faint noise of the Sunday morning traffic. He wasn’t looking at me, instead staring out towards the window.I wanted to ask him if I’d heard correctly, but I knew I had. He had said it as clear as he could. I didn’t pretend to know a lot about suicide, but you didn’t have to be an expert to know how devastating it could be for the people left behind. It made me look at the man before me in a new light. Not only had he lost his father in this way, but he’d then had to step up and take over the company. Had he even had time to grieve?“Ezra…” I managed. “I am so sorry.”He sniffed and took a breath. “It is what it is.”“Can I ask why?”He shrugged, as if I’d asked him what the weather was like. I know this w
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I wanted to look at Vanessa, to what her reaction was. But my eyes were stuck on the screen, barely believing what I was seeing was real. His dark eyes seemed to be boring into my own.“My name is Ezra Stone, and I am a foolish man.”I felt my hands begin to shake, and I dug my fingers into the armrests to try and control myself.“I have lived a life without love, and so when it finally arrived, I didn’t know what to do. And so, I did the only thing I knew how. I pushed it away. But I no longer want to do that.”Tears began to slip down my face.“So, this my public pledge to win back the woman. The woman who’s smile melted my heart. The woman who showed me there was more to life than money. The woman who introduced me to milky tea and full English breakfasts. The woman who I want with every fibre of my being. The woman who changed my life, forever.”The screen cut out and the lights went up. I
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Eight long days went by. By the third day the story about Ezra and I was old news. He hadn’t contacted me at all since Vanessa had sent him that text message, and maybe that was for the best. A few days after the story came out, Emma stopped turning up to lectures. I wondered if Vanessa had talked to her dad, but she promised me that she hadn’t. At first, I wondered what had happened to her, but then I realised that I didn’t care. I shouldn’t be wasting my time thinking about people like that.I wish I could have applied the same principle to Ezra, but he was far more difficult to forget. Everything seemed to remind me of him. One of our lectures would cover a marketing trick that he used and I see him at his desk. I’d see a fancy deli and I’d remember his favourite food. Sometimes when I was walking down the street, I would catch a glimpse of a tall man in a dark suit, and I would snap my head towards them. But of course, it was never him.
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I was relieved that Vanessa decided to not adopt her usual ‘tough love’ approach. I’d managed to hold it together all day, but I didn’t have a lot left to rebuff any further judgement.“I can’t believe that bitch did this to you. This is why I work with animals. People suck.”We were sitting on my bed while I used a wet-wipe to clean the smeared make-up off my face from crying.“Yeah well…it’s not even her I’m the angriest with…” I trailed off, looking at the once pristine wipe that was now a grubby rag.Vanessa sighed. “Hah. I haven’t even got on to that bastard.”We went silent for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say.Just then, my phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket, almost dropping it when I saw who it was.“It’s him.”Vanessa’s face went instantly sour. “Don’t answer it!”
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So, this was what the threat had all been about. I hadn’t stopped seeing him, so as a consequence, nude pictures of me had been leaked, and false information printed. I wondered how Greta had got to the point of hating me this much. We barely even knew each other. Had she been in love with Ezra?By the time I got back to my halls, I realised I could still make my mid-morning lectures. The fact this thought occurred to me surprised me. After all, I could so easily sink back into despair and not leave my room. But I was tired of that. All my life I had been fearful about what others thought. That fear had kept me trapped, restricted from living my life. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of. I had done nothing wrong. Hiding away in this room was going to solve nothing. It would only prove to the world that I had been beaten once again. Last time, Mr Stone had saved me, but this time, I was saving myself.Taking a deep breath, I found some of the fanciest clothes I
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The phone woke us both up with a start. It was early, that much I knew. Ezra clocked the name on the screen and answered it immediately.“Morning.”I heard a male voice on the end of the phone.“What do you mean?” Ezra’s tone changed from light to dark in seconds.“No, I haven’t seen them, I’ve just woken up.”Still on the phone, he got out of bed. He held the phone next to his ear with his shoulder as he pulled on his clothes without even casting a glance my way. Was it Mr Franks?“Yeah. Send me some copies over by email.”He strode into the kitchen, where I heard him switching on his laptop. I sprang out of bed, finding any kind of clothing to put on before going off to find him.He was sat down, elbows on the table with his fingers pressed into his lips. The deep frown line in his forehead told me this was anything but good.“What is it?” I
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I didn’t even want to blink. It was so incredible. I of course had never been on the London Eye, as it was too expensive. However, now I was up here, I could see it was worth every penny. I couldn’t deny how strange it was being in a glass bubble at this height, but the views were too breath taking to ignore. Some people might question how I could find a cityscape so beautiful considering I grew up with the turquoise waters of the south coast, but I did. It was a different kind of beautiful. To see all the wide spectrum of architecture both old and new was wonderful. You could see the majority of the London landmarks, from Big Ben to Canary Wharf. When I thought about all of the people living their lives in this iconic city, my head swam.Erza stood next to me in silence. He had booked out an entire carriage for our own use, so the only sound was the low hum of the structure rotating. At first I had chastised him for wasting money when we could have just got regul
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When we finally sat down to breakfast, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander back to the note. I ate the omelette he had made us in thoughtful silence.Noticing, he asked what I was thinking about.“The message…do you think we should contact the police?”Ezra shook his head. “No. Let me handle it for now. If we tell the police they won’t allow me to investigate myself.”I frowned at him. “But how are you going to do that?”“Rosie, don’t you remember I’m a billionaire?” He raised his eyebrow at me, before placing his knife and fork down on the empty plate. “I can hire people to look into it.”“…legally?”He began to laugh. “Yes Rosie. I’ll hire a PI that I know. I’m a CEO, not a gang lord.”I narrowed my eyes at him. “I just wanted to check.”He leaned back in his chair, his ex
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I was shaking so much that I dropped the paper. It fluttered to the floor, the harmless inanimate sheet flying through the air as if it didn’t have the disturbing message written upon it. Not wanting anyone to see, I bent down to retrieve it before shutting my front door and locking it.For fear of fainting, I sat down on my bed, doing my best to regulate my breathing. I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, but the next thing I knew my phone was ringing. I answered it, finding his soothing voice travelling down the other end.“I’m outside. Are you ready?”“S-someone, someone has left a note for me.” I stuttered.“I’m coming up.”I knew by the tone in my voice he could tell I was upset. Five minutes later he was knocking on my door.“It’s me Rosie, open up.”I went to the door to find him standing on the other side with a concerned look on his face.&ldqu
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The vibrator was lying on the bed next to us. He picked it up, his thumb flicking the switch on to the first setting. It hummed in his hands, and I stilled, as if I expected it to give me an electric shock when it touched my skin. He brought it closer and closer to my breast, hesitating just before it came into contact with my nipple. When it finally buzzed against me, I gasped. The sensation of the cool coating vibrating made my pussy get even wetter. It also reminded me how good the last time had been. He traced it from my breast, down my stomach, all the way to the slit between my legs. I let my head rest against his chest, closing my eyes to enjoy the moment.“You take over now.”I took a deep breath and allowed him to place the item between my shaking fingers. I almost dropped it, the adrenaline was pumping through my veins so hard. He returned his hands to my breasts, the action making me realise how much I actually wanted to touch myself. Witho
