Ariana paced nervously in her office, glancing at the clock with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. today was the day of the school event her daughter had been eagerly waiting for, but it coincided with a crucial meeting with a potential investor that could skyrocket her career. the dilemma weighed heavily on her, tugging at her heartstrings."Ariana baby, we have been waiting for our chance to pitch our million dollar business idea to this particular set of investors." zoey begged, her voice quivering slightly. she couldn't imagine losing these investors, what would their rivals say? "come on ariana!"ariana sighed, torn between her obligations as a mother and the potential opportunity for her business. she knew zoey had a point, but her daughter's excitement for the school event tugged at her heart even harder. she glanced at a picture of her daughter on her desk, reminding herself of the reasons she had worked so hard in the first place."zoey, i understand the significance of this
The homeroom teacher announced that it was time for their performance and Ariana decided to follow them to the stage. As approached the stage, Sydney took a deep breath, her excitement tinged with nervousness. Ariana squeezed her daughter's hand reassuringly. "Remember, my love, the most important thing is to have fun. Just let your talent shine through, and Mommy will be cheering for you every step of the way." "Okay mama." Sydney said as she followed her little crew backstage. Suddenly, Ariana's phone buzzed with a text message from her daughter's homeroom teacher. "Mama, it's me, Sydney. I'm on stage! Don't miss me, as the dancing pineapple!"Ariana burst out laughing, her eyes scanning the stage in a frantic search for the dancing pineapple. "Zoey, we must find the dancing pineapple! It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" She said out loud, drawing the amused attention of other parents.Zoey joined in the search, scanning the stage with exaggerated seriousness. "I see a disco ba
The early morning light spilled into Ariana's office, casting a warm glow on the stacks of papers and bustling energy within. Andrea, focused and determined, sat behind her desk, poring over the final details of the upcoming charity event. Then suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She picked it up and was greeted by a familiar voice."Hey, Ariana, it's Lisa," her friend and business partner said, excitement palpable in her voice. "Have you seen the latest buzz? Our charity event is making waves in the community! People can't wait for it."Ariana's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "That's incredible, Lisa. This event could be a turning point for our business. I've poured my heart and soul into it." "I know, Ariana," Lisa replied. "Your dedication and careful planning are truly paying off. The whole city is buzzing about the event. It's going to be amazing!""I'm thrilled about the event, Lisa, but what if something goes wrong?" Ariana fretted. "What if the entertainmen
Ariana's heart pounded loudly in her chest as she stood there, staring in disbelief at the very culprit of her painful and unforgettable past, George. She tried to compose herself, but the memories of their past together flooded her mind, making it difficult to find the right words. A whirlwind of emotions consumed her. Anger, resentment, and hurt mingled with the lingering traces of what was once affection. She remembered the night they had met, their passionate encounter that had started as a fleeting connection but ended in heartbreak. The betrayal she had felt when she discovered she was pregnant, and the courage it took to raise their child on her own without his knowledge. The years of struggles, sacrifices, and moments of joy as she built a life for herself and her daughter.Mixed with the anger and hurt, a flicker of fear danced in Andrea's eyes. She feared what would happen if George discovered the truth. Would he accept their child? Would he try to take her away? Protecting
"Mr George…" Ariana protested immediately, she was in no rush to have baby number two."Ana..trust me. There are a lot of reporters and I am honestly in no mood for a fake scandal."Ariana nodded in understanding and followed him to the garden.Once outside, Ariana and George continued their conversation in the garden, their interaction taking on a casual tone. Ariana was cautious, keeping her emotions in check."So, Ana, tell me more about yourself," George asked, his voice devoid of any warmth or curiosity.Ariana maintained her composed facade, offering a slight smile. "Well, there isn't much to tell, Mr. George. I've been working in event coordination for several years now. It's a demanding but fulfilling job."George nodded, his expression stoic. "I can understand the demands of such a role. Efficiency and clarity are important in any profession."Ariana couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, the sudden change in his emotions did not go unnoticed by her but she decided
George sat at his desk, engrossed in his work, when he heard a knock on his office door. He looked up to see his assistant, Alexa, standing there. It was impossible to not notice her recent seductive office wear, this time around, she was putting on a red gown that hugged her body so tight, it almost looked like she could not breathe in them."Mr George, Mrs Alexander wishes to see you.""My mother?""Yes Mr George, she arrived a few minutes ago and after doing her usual tour of the building, she requested to meet you.*George let out a tired sigh and used his tongue to flick his teeth, making a 'tsk' sound as he contemplated the consequences of meeting her."Tell her I'm not around. Uhm…I went for an important meeting or…""Business trip maybe?""Yes yes, a business trip."It was silence that followed, though he was not staring at Alexa, he noticed that she neither moved from the spot she was standing or said anything again"Mr George" Alexa cleared her throat nervously."You can't e
George's eyes narrowed immediately, and with a hint of warning in his voice. "Mother, I've made it clear that I'm not interested in your matchmaking skims. I have work to focus on, and that's where my priorities lie."Isabelle chuckled, she maintained her playfulness and not even bothered about George's coldness. "Oh, George, you can be so stubborn. But mark my words, one day love will find its way into your heart, whether you like it or not."George rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. "Mother, I appreciate your concern, but I think it's time we change the subject. How about we talk about something more pleasant, like your upcoming trip to Paris?"Isabelle's eyes sparkled with delight as she clapped her hands together. "Ah, Paris! The city of love. I can't wait to indulge in the romance and beauty of the place. Who knows, maybe I'll even stumble upon a charming Frenchman who can sweep me off my feet."George couldn't help but crack a smile, his mother's excitement and dramatic
Alexa twirled around excitedly in her room with a very big smile on her face. She moved her body to the rhythm of the slow jazz that was playing from her phone."Oh George." She murmured with a sigh, there was a dreamy look in her eyes. Her mind wandered to the first time she had set her eyes on George, Oh how her hormones had almost betrayed her. His intimidating presence, his hair that was always perfectly made, his dressing that always looked so good, one would wonder if he had different fashion designers dressing him up every day and of course his body. Just the mere thought of his body sent shivers down her spine. She imagined his strong muscled arms and his big palms and long fingers doing things to her….very naughty things to her. His soft lips pressing down on hers roughly, taking her, owning her and making her his.She let out a soft gasp as she closed her eyes and dived into the world of fantasy. Just how good would his lips taste? It would feel even better if he had her br
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