Ariana's apartment complex came into view. She paid the driver and made her way inside, pulling her jacket tighter around herself as she walked through the entrance doors to the lobby. The chilly wind blew past her, chilling her body temperature to the point of shivering. She hurried toward the elevator, and pressed the button. She sighed as the familiar ding sounded, signaling its arrival. The doors slid open, and a group of college students stepped in, laughing at whatever joke they were telling. A small smile curved Ariana's lips as she watched the people file into the elevator before she made her way inside. Once all the doors shut and she heard the chimes ring for her floor, the elevator began moving, heading downward. She waited patiently as the numbers slowly ticked down, hoping that this day would finally end. The college students chatted away happily, oblivious to her presence."Hey, you guys should join us next time we go out." One of the girls said jokingly, winking pla
Ariana's heart raced as she rushed to get ready for a meeting with her comprehensive presentation in her bag. She determined to show her leadership in the joint project with George. She had spent countless hours perfecting every slide, every detail, convinced it would leave a lasting impression on him. But the morning had been cruel to her, Her alarm failed to go off due to a power outage during the night, leaving her to wake up much later than planned. Now she was already 15 minutes late and she did not like being late. She quickly tied her hair up in a messy bun, quickly took off her night wear and threw them on the floor. She would pick it up, put it in the washing machine and arrange her room whenever she was back from work. Right now, the only thought on her mind was to quickly get ready for work. She quickly ran into the bathroom, washed her mouth and took her bath so fast. When she got out of the shower, she dried her body and was about applying some lotions on her body when
She turned the car at the next stop and went home. She arrived at home and grabbed the bag that the presentation was in. She got into her car and just when she was about to start the engine, her phone rang. It was from Sydney's school.Ariana answered the call with a trembling hand. It was Sydney's teacher on the line, and her voice sounded concerned."Miss Ariana, I'm sorry to bother you at work, but Sydney doesn't seem to be feeling well," the teacher explained gently."Oh no, what's wrong with her?" Ariana asked, worry overtook her frustration."It seems like she has a fever, and she's feeling quite sick. We think it's best if you pick her up and take her home," the teacher replied."I'll be there right away," Ariana said, her heart sinking with worry for her daughter.She quickly turned her car around again and headed straight to Lily's school. As she arrived, she saw her little girl sitting in the nurse's office, looking pale and tired."Mummy," Sydney said weakly as Ariana rushe
George sat in his luxurious office, surrounded by polished glamorous furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city skyline. Surrounded by the richness that came with being the CEO of a successful company. The room exudes sophistication, adorned with tasteful art pieces,The soft glow of warm light fixtures and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. This was the space where he made important decisions, signed deals, and held meetings with his top executives. But today, all he could think about was Ariana.As he glanced at the impressive skyline, his mind wandered back to the encounter with Ariana at the joint project meeting. Her strong presence had left an indelible mark on him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. He found himself mesmerized by her high-charge feminine eyes, her commanding aura, and the way she carried herself with confidence, her intense gaze that seemed to pierce through his defenses,
George sighed and shook his head, attempting to rid his mind of any images of her seductive curves before forcing them aside. He tried hard to suppress the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought of his body touching hers, tasting her sweet lips, and kissing her tenderly…but it was impossible. He still craved her taste and touch once again, and he felt his pants tighten. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about Ariana but he failed miserably. His thoughts kept straying to her, until finally a frustrated groan escaped his throat.He sat forward on the bench, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers interlocking together. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying to whatever deity or goddess may be listening that the attraction wouldn’t grow much worse. With great effort, he focused his attention on the sound of cars passing by. As his mind focused on the rhythm of cars passing by, the sounds and smells faded away. His heartbeat slowed and his breathing calmed. He decided to call his f
The crucial meeting with the potential client was in full swing. Ariana's impeccable interpersonal skills were on display, and she effortlessly built bond with the clients, making a positive impression. Ariana's charismatic and warm approach had impressed the client. Her good nature skills were shining brightly, creating a positive impression. Her confidence and grace put them at ease, and it seemed like they were on the verge of sealing the deal.But then came George, striding into the conference room with his usual air of authority. He took charge, but instead of using his charm and finesse, he adopted a more assertive, rude, and direct approach. The shift in atmosphere was palpable, and the clients seemed visibly uncomfortable with his demeanor.Ariana shot George a disapproving look, trying to signal him to adjust his tone and approach. She knew that the client was becoming uncomfortable, and she desperately wanted to save the situation. But George remained cold and unyielding, re
The day of the second chance for the proposal arrived and they were once again seated in the conference room. This time, the client did not come alone, he came with some of the board directors in his company. They were all ready to hear Ariana and George's pitch.Ariana and George presented their work jointly, both of them showed leadership skills and willingness to learn, which impressed the client and his board members.As the presentation progressed, Ariana noticed that the client seemed to be more drawn to George's ideas and suggestions. It was as if George's assertive and direct approach had captivated the client, overshadowing Ariana's warm and collaborative demeanor. Every time George spoke, heads would nod in agreement, and the client would exchange approving glances with his board members. Ariana felt a pang of anger and resentment building inside her. Despite her efforts to find common ground and work together.Ariana's frustration grew. She had put in countless hours of eff
The office was quiet, the soft glow of the desk lamps casting a warm ambiance in the otherwise dark room. Ariana and George sat across from each other at the conference table, going over the project details for what felt like the hundredth time. The air was thick with tension, both from the stress of their work and the unresolved feelings that had been building between them."You know, George," Ariana said, trying to keep her voice steady, "we could try putting some of my ideas into the proposal. I really think it could make a difference."George leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, now you want to work together? I thought you believed in your 'collaborative approach.'"Ariana narrowed her eyes, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "You know what, George? You can be so annoying sometimes!"He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "Annoying? That's a new one. But I suppose I could say the same about you."The banter between them was laced with underlying tension, each
Dear Beloved Readers,If you're reading this, it means you've stuck with me through every twist, turn and terribly crafted joke that I've dared to type and send your way. For that, I owe you a universe of thanks or at the very least, a coffee if we ever meet anywhere beyond our various screens.Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when you've spent so much time in a world that exists somewhere between reality and the imagination. We've been through a lot together, haven't we? We've faced dragons (metaphorically, more like we watched the characters face dragons…hehe, evil laugh..), dived deep into the deep end of human emotions and emerged on the other side with our hearts strangely full, if not a bit bruised.But fear not, dear readers, for this is not the end. It's merely a pause, a deep breath before we dive back into the pain of creation. I come bearing news of a sequel, a new adventure that demands to be told, focusing on our beloved characters Thomas and Laila. Yes, you read
They stood apart, breathing heavily, circling each other like predators. The outcome was uncertain, both men pushed to their limits, neither willing to back down.But after several long moments of this standoff, something finally snapped.George’s arms suddenly came flying into motion, one after the other delivering blows to Antonio’s unprotected sides. Antonio dropped his blade in response, clutching at the wounds he had received. When he recovered, he threw himself at George, intent on revenge. George, knowing this would only escalate, stepped forward, blocking Antonio’s path, and retaliated by driving his elbow into Antonio’s stomach.Antonio doubled over, coughing as he gasped for air. He tried to recover quickly, but when he tried to rise, George lashed out again, his fist connecting with Antonio’s face. George seized the knife from his belt and hurled it with all his strength at Antonio’s head. But his aim was off, the weapon clattering uselessly off the walls behind Antonio’s n
Laila and Daniel moved through the warehouse's maze-like interior with a silently but there was urgency in their steps, their path was illuminated only by the occasional shaft of moonlight that pierced the grimy windows. The air was thick with the smell of a machinery long silent and every step seemed to echo in the vast emptiness.They hadn't gone far when the first sign of trouble presented itself, not as a sound, but as a sudden shift in the air, a tension that prickled the hairs at the back of Laila's neck. She raised a hand, signaling Daniel to stop."Looks like the welcoming committee finally noticed us," Laila murmured with her eyes scanning the darkness for any movement.Daniel sighed in frustration of the delay and quipped, "Do you think they're upset we didn't RSVP?"Before Laila could reply, shadows moved from the darkness, and it turned into the forms of Antonio's guards. They were fewer than the ones George and Alec had faced, but their intent was no less deadly.The firs
In the dimly lit confines of a small, makeshift cell within the warehouse, Ariana, Zoey, and Daniel's little son, The little boy, huddled together. The air was stale, heavy with the weight of uncertainty, but Ariana's arms around the children were a fortress, her resolve a beacon in the gloom.The little boy, no more than four years old, clung to Ariana, his small frame trembling. Zoey, though trying to mask her fear, kept a vigilant watch over The little boy, her protective instincts as fierce as any guard outside their door."It's going to be okay, little boy," Ariana whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the harshness of their reality. "Your daddy and Uncle George are coming for us. They're like... superheroes, you know?"The little boy's eyes, wide and filled with the innocence of youth, looked up at Ariana. "Like... like Batman?" he asked, a quiver in his voice.Zoey smiled, despite the fear gnawing at her heart. "Exactly like Batman. But cooler. Your dad is like... Batman an
Under the veil or one could say the protection of a night sky, the air was very thick with anticipation and worry, George and his companions which consisted of Laila, Alec and Daniel, that is after George had convinced his mother to stay behind, they stood before the old warehouse, the stronghold of their nemesis, Antonio. The night was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that was before a storm, a fitting backdrop for the fear that was brewing in their hearts. George, Laila, Daniel, and Alec had drove through the underbelly of the city, they had been guided by Daniel and the information they had gotten from George's ex and also by the whispers of hope and the relentless beating of their own hearts and now they found themselves at the middle of a rescue mission that seemed both daring and desperate. The warehouse loomed before them, an evidence of forgotten industry, its silhouette a serious opposite against the night sky and its shadow loomed.Laila's gaze was steely and her determin
George settled into his study and sipped his bourbon, the taste reminding him of Ariana. They hadn't been together since she got pregnant and had Sydney. George knew he couldn't wait for her to return, not when he'd seen what kind of person he was whenever he was around her. He knew that Ariana would understand why he had acted the way he did, because he did love her. He had always loved her, even though he always did like hated her more than anything else in the world.George knew deep down that there was no way that he could ever stop loving Ariana. He just hoped that she wouldn't leave him when he would finally be able to rescue her from where Antonio had kidnapped her and was keeping her."Son?" Mrs Alexander called softly as she stepped into his study. She looked around before she saw him sitting behind his desk. His office wasn't very bright, he preferred to keep the blinds closed so he could read in peace when he studied, especially at night."Yes mother?" His voice sounded ro
"Do you like that?" She breathed heavily.He looked at her and then looked at her pussy and then back at her.He smiled. "I didn't know you knew how to use wine bottles like this one."“This is one of my favourites too.”"Is this what you normally do before sex? I mean do you have sex often?"She shrugged. "I usually use a lot of lubricant but this is the way I like it. I'm so wet for you baby.""I'm sure you are, Go on eat and continue drinking, this night is going to be wild. You'll be sorry you came here once I'm done fucking you up." George said sexily.I'm sure you are, Go on eat and continue drinking, this night is going to be wild. You'll be sorry you came here once I'm done fucking you up." George said sexily. He was now looking very proud of himself."You mean you'll be sorry, I'll be sorry, I won't regret coming here." She smirked, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She had already started having the desire to see the look on his face once he made love to her."Eat fi
Her egoistic nature fueled her belief that she held a certain allure, a charm that could manipulate those around her. The evening held the promise of satisfaction for Jamie — the satisfaction of knowing that both Antonio and George might fall under the spell she intended to cast.With a final glance in the mirror, she left her home, confident in her ability to come out triumphant of any complexities that the evening would present.She had to be honest with herself, her whole family had hated her when she had not been able to maintain she and George's marriage but now she was ready to get him back and make him hers. She began to think of how many siblings she would give her daughter. She rolled her eyes as she thought of Antonio, he had been the whole reason why her marriage had failed. She had been sleeping with him and when she had found out she was pregnant, she had told him and he had asked her to get rid of the child. She remembered how she had convinced her mom to set her up on
The morning sun cast a soft glow through the windows of George's mansion as he dialed Jamie's number, with an air of uncertainty lingering in his voice. After a few rings, Jamie answered, her voice was a distant echo through the phone."Jamie, it's George. Can we talk? There's something important I want to discuss," George began, the weight of his recent tribulations evident in his tone.Jamie, on the other end, hesitated before responding, "What's this about, George? We don't exactly have a history of smooth conversations."George took a deep breath, the gravity of his words carrying through the phone line. "I miss you, Jamie. I miss us. Can we meet? There's something I need to tell you in person."A pause ensued, the silence stretching as Jamie absorbed his words. Finally, she sighed, "Fine, George. I'll come over. But this better not be some elaborate scheme or a waste of my time."Relief and anticipation mingled in George's voice as he responded, "Thank you, Jamie. I appreciate it