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
Ariana blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at George's sudden possessiveness. She felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "George, what are you doing?" she whispered, glancing at Daniel, who now wore a bewildered expression."Oh, come on, Ariana. Can't I have a little fun too?" George replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all, it's not every day that I get to introduce my beautiful girlfriend to a charming stranger like Daniel here."Daniel awkwardly cleared his throat, sensing the tension between the two. "Uh, I didn't mean to intrude or cause any trouble. I'll leave you two to enjoy the rest of the evening," he stammered before making a quick escape.As soon as Daniel left, Ariana turned to George, her eyes narrowing angrily. "Girlfriend, huh?"George shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Well, can you blame me? He was practically drooling over you."Ariana frowned and rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself, you know. I don't need yo
"So, George Alexander wants to make a move," A man muttered to himself. "Let's see how he handles a little competition."Antonio Richards was a man covered in darkness and cruelty. He was known for his ruthless tactics in both the legal business world and the shady underworld. He had built his empire on manipulation, intimidation, and merciless tactics. He was relentless in his pursuit of power and wealth, and he never hesitated to crush anyone who stood in his way.Growing up, Antonio had witnessed the bitter rivalry between his family and the Alexanders. His father, Victor Richards, had always harbored deep resentment towards the Alexanders, especially towards George's father. The two families had been competitors for generations, and Antonio had been raised on a foundation of hatred and ambition to crush the Alexanders.With a cunning mind and no moral boundaries, Antonio had carved his own path to success, using any means necessary to get ahead. He was well aware that his father h
Daniel Robertson was young, his hair still brown despite being almost thirty years old. But he didn't look like it. Instead of being youthful and carefree, his features appeared drawn, as if he had experienced the worst horrors imaginable. He had brown hair and brown eyes, but those eyes spoke of experience and sorrow. The kind of experiences that were hard to forget. He didn't look like someone who worked at a computer or corporate boardroom. He looked as though he had seen hell itself. He had a haunted aura about him, his dark brown eyes clouded over with sadness. Daniel was very quiet, which made him easy to spot in a crowd. His eyes betrayed the inner workings of his soul. Everyone noticed it instantly and took a step back in fear of getting caught in his whirlwind hurricane of emotions. That wasn't his intention at all. He was merely seeking refuge from the harsh realities of his life. He had a permanent frown etched onto his face, and it was a face that had seen things few ever
"Don't you dare lay a finger on my son!" He yelled furiously. "He has done nothing wrong, don't bring him into this!"Antonio laughed derisively, shaking his head at the naivety of Daniel's words. "Don't worry, dear Daniel," Antonio said mockingly. "I won't hurt him."Daniel looked at Antonio suspiciously, his lips pulled into a tight line. "What are you talking about? What the hell are you doing?" He asked, his voice rising in volume."Oh, come now Daniel, this is how things are done around here. People do what needs to be done to advance in life." Antonio laughed.Daniel's jaw was clenched and he was holding his tongue to prevent himself from shouting and causing more damage. The mere thought that Antonio intended to harm his son terrified him. Antonio's laughter stopped abruptly as Daniel spoke once again."If you think for one second that I'm going to sit here and let my son die, you're sorely mistaken." Daniel said, his voice still raised in anger."There's only one way to make s
Daniel nodded his head in understanding and started making his way across the parking lot to the front entrance of his apartment building. He quickened his pace, all he wanted to do was to see him son and ensure that he was okay.Daniel approached the building slowly and walked into the lobby, heading immediately to the lift. He pressed the button and waited impatiently to ascend the floors.When the doors opened he stepped out of the elevator and headed towards his apartment. The building was quiet and peaceful; the only sound to be heard was that of footsteps echoing loudly in the empty corridor. Daniel breathed out an air of relief when he saw his apartment door, he quickly unlocked the door, opened it and walked inside. His little son was sitting on the couch with a man and a woman was in the kitchen. The boy stood up from the couch and ran towards Daniel."Daddy!" he yelled excitedly.Daniel bent down and picked the boy up before placing a kiss onto his forehead and then placing
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