"Ahh, the infamous Mr Whiskers." George chuckled, seemingly buying her excuse about her cat. "Well, I hope Mr. Whiskers is okay. But you know, Ariana, you can talk to me about anything if something's bothering you. I'm here for you."Ariana managed a weak smile. "Thanks, George. I appreciate that."He nodded, then changed the subject back to the impending trip to Italy. "Look, I know it's short notice, but we have to leave as soon as possible. The client is really counting on us."Ariana sighed inwardly, still grappling with the dilemma of leaving Sydney behind. She needed more time to sort things out, but it seemed like there was no room for negotiation. Just as she was about to talk, a knock sounded on the door and Sam and Zoey walked in. "Ariana, is something wrong?" Sam asked after giving George a curt bow and ignoring him afterwards.Ariana felt a mix of relief and discomfort at the interruption. She was glad for the distraction from George's probing questions, but she also kne
As the plane soared through the skies, George's frustration still lingered beneath the surface. He couldn't shake the jealousy and possessiveness he felt towards Ariana, especially when he saw her interacting with Sam. His rational mind told him that he had no right to feel this way, but his emotions seemed to have a mind of their own.Ariana, sitting beside him, could sense his inner turmoil, but she didn't want to push the issue further. She knew that the journey ahead would already be filled with challenges, and she wasn't ready to add more tension to the mix, so she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.Taking a deep breath, George decided to focus on the project at hand. He pulled out the project documents and started reviewing them, making notes and jotting down ideas for the upcoming meetings. He knew he had to be fully prepared, and that meant putting aside his personal feelings for now.As the plane touched down in Italy, George gently nudged Andrea awake. "We've arrived,
Ariana finally tore her gaze away from the ambulance and looked at George. "Yes, we did. And I'm grateful you were there with me." "Look at you," George said while chuckling. "You're a complete mess, you look like you rolled in mud and car oil."Ariana laughed, glancing down at her clothes, which were indeed covered in dirt and smudges from the rescue. "I guess I got carried away at that moment. But it was worth it. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing."George reached out and gently brushed some dirt off Ariana's cheek, a tender gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. "You were amazing, Ariana. Your instincts kicked in without a second thought, and you saved that little girl's life. I'm in awe of you."Ariana blushed slightly at his praise, feeling a warm sense of pride. She had always tried to be a good mother to Sydney, and in that moment, she had acted on her instincts as a protector. It was a role she cherished, not just with Sydney but also with the young girl they had
The tension between George and Ariana lingered as they boarded the plane to head to their next client. The encounter in the restroom had left them both flustered, with a newfound awareness of the chemistry between them. Seated side by side on the plane, George and Ariana exchanged sneaky glances, each one trying to gauge the other's feelings. The short trip was feeling like an eternity, with neither of them daring to break the silence. The air around them was thick with anticipation and desire, yet they were both hesitant to address the growing attraction between them.Ariana tried to focus on the passing scenery outside the window, but her mind kept wandering back to George. His touch, his presence, the way he made her feel, it was all too overwhelming. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, but she also knew that getting involved with a colleague could lead to complications.George, too, found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than Ariana. Her scent stil
Ariana's irritation was evident, and she clenched her fists in her lap. She couldn't believe George was encouraging the attention from the flight attendant. It was as if he was intentionally trying to make her jealous.George played along, leaning back in his seat casually. "Well, Maria, I must say, I'm quite impressed with the service on this flight, but I wouldn't want to impose."Maria laughed softly, her eyes still locked on George. "Oh, it's no imposition at all. It's part of my job to ensure our passengers have a pleasant experience."Ariana felt a surge of frustration. It was clear that Maria was making advances on George, and he seemed all too willing to play along. She couldn't stand it any longer and decided to walk away to find a secluded cubicle within the plane.Excusing herself from the conversation, Ariana got up from her seat and made her way to the back of the plane, away from George and the persistent flight attendant. Her heart was racing with a mix of emotions, ang
The next meeting with the investors was an important one, and Ariana and George were determined to make a strong impression. As they entered the conference room, they exuded confidence, their previous tension now replaced with a newfound team spirit.The investors, a couple named Mr and Mrs Thompson greeted them with warm smiles and firm handshakes."Hello Mr Thompson. A pleasure to meet you." George said as he maintained eye contact with the investor while shaking his hand."Hello Mrs. Thompson," Ariana said, extending her hand to the investor's wife. "It's an honor to be here and discuss our business proposal with both of you."Mrs. Thompson smiled warmly at Ariana's gesture. "The pleasure is ours," she replied. "We've heard great things about your work and are looking forward to hearing more about your proposal." The Thompsons seemed pleased by the genuine warmth in Ariana and George's greetings. Mr. Thompson, a distinguished-looking man with graying hair and a commanding presence
Later that evening, Ariana returned to her hotel room feeling both mentally exhausted and excited. The successful meeting with the Thompsons had lifted her spirits, but it had also left her in need of a moment to relax and unwind, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about the dinner party. She decided to take a moment for herself and indulge in a relaxing bubble bath before getting ready for the evening's event.As she soaked in the warm water, her mind kept drifting back to the meeting with the Thompsons and how they had thought she and George were a couple.After her relaxing bath, Ariana noticed a package placed on the table near the window. Curiosity piqued, she walked over and found that it was addressed to her. When she opened it, she was pleasantly surprised to find a stunning gown inside, accompanied by a note from George."To my amazing partner and friend, wear this tonight and shine as brightly as you did in the meeting. Looking forward to a wonderful evening togethe
As Ariana and George continued to hold a conversation with the Thompsons and other guests, George noticed a man from across the room who seemed particularly interested in Ariana. The man was standing with a group of people at a nearby table, occasionally glancing in her direction and wearing a smug smile. Although the man was a stranger to both Ariana and George, George could not shake the feeling of discomfort that bubbled within him.Ariana, unaware of the stranger's attention, was fully engrossed in the discussions, her laughter and friendly personality was drawing people towards her. George noticed the man taking a step closer to Ariana, intentionally trying to insert himself into the conversation.The unexpected surge of jealousy caught George off guard. He had never experienced such feelings before, and it left him feeling confused and conflicted. He wasn't sure if he had a right to feel this way since all he wanted with Ariana was just a fling. He found it strange to feel posse
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