Nathan:I saw the nervous expression cloud her face as she walked towards me. With a nod, Mr. Alejandro left us alone and we walked quietly around the store.A sigh escaped my lips. I owned this place and the stares from the female workers got old very fast. Enora had her head bowed low, walking quietly by my side. I wanted to be mad at her for leaving me at the restaurant but I couldn’t bring myself to.She weakened me, tore down my defenses. It was an unusual feeling, nevertheless, some chastising was in order and I would get down to it once I knew what I wanted to know.“Have you seen anything you like?” I said to her, attempting to make small talk and ease her fears.She shook her head, without raising it. Another sigh escaped her lips. Her nervousness, fear, and anger all appealed to me. It was maddening.We stopped at a section and I pulled out a bright red dress from the hangers. She lifted her head slowly.“The quality is amazing,” I said dryly.It was hard to be enthusiastic.
Enora:He stood there looking at me hungrily. I could feel the passion building up inside me as well. He hadn’t touched me for days frankly, I wanted him to. I didn’t have my nightmares when I was with him. I noticed it the day we first had sex. It was comfortable just lying against his chest. His warm body, his strong beating heart. Everything about him was…comforting.He reached his hands out and stroked my cheeks. I flinched at first but soon, I relaxed into his touch. His palm was soft and smelled of nice fragrant hand cream.He pulled me in close and I felt his bulge rub against me while he let out a deep groan.“I am not the best with apologies but I need you Enora.”Before I could say anything, his lips swooped on mine and seized me into the deepest kiss. He tastes fresh and minty. His tongue slipped into mine and soon, my knees were buckling beneath me. He tasted amazing. Fuck. I wanted more. So much more. I couldn’t believe I had not had him for this long.“Enora…”He pulled
Enora: I was in the kitchen with the ingredients. Honestly, I have no idea why I decided to blurt out about cooking but here we were. The ripe red tomatoes in the corner were staring at me. It was a basic Italian pasta dish. Nothing too serious. I had pulled off more difficult recipes but nothing with a hot boss standing behind me and looking over my shoulder. “You do know what you are doing, right?” I spun around and was slightly offended. Was he trying to insinuate that I wasn’t sure what I was doing? Rude! “I can manage, thank you very much. It is just pasta. That’s like Italian 101.” He chuckled and shook his head. That infectious smile of his. I would never get tired of it. He pulled a high stool and sat down and I got to work, trying my best to keep my knees under me. Come on, Enora. You can do this. Where are the pots? Pots clanged together as I rummaged through the cupboard. I had to find the right size. Ahah! I pulled out a big saucepan. Pristine and polished, reflect
Enora: His other hand slid down my arm and made me drop the bowl of chicken on the counter. “Mr. Wright, I…” “Nathan. I want you to call me Nathan, Enora.” His arm grabbed my waist gently and he spun me around. His eyes were dark and hungry, brimming with lust and passion. I swallowed hard. “Nathan…” Calling him by his first name was weird. “...I… I don’t think…” “Please stop thinking, Enora.–” He pulled me close to him and his erection pressed against my tummy. My face was a new shade of pink and my breathing was rapid. “–I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.” His hands ran across my face, my cheeks came alive and a shudder rippled through my body. It was such a small place but the feeling… “I want you to feel what I do to you. I have been watching you and I know that you want me but you have been pushing me away. Why?” It was like I had been doused with cold water. “You know why,” I said, with slight anger, pushing him away and increasing the gap between us. “I
Enora: The shower was refreshing. I had tossed my clothes into the laundry basket and my ripped underwear lay limp on the bathroom sink—a memento of the crazy experience I had just had. My sex still tingled and throbbed. The good kind, though. I could still hear his voice in my ears. The way he called my name and glorified my body.I had nevr felt prettier. It was enough to make me feel like a goddess. My lips tugged at the sides. I hoped the dry cleaning lady wouldn’t think anything of my clothes. I had always done my laundry on my own and frankly, this wouldn’t have been a problem. As I got out of the shower, my cool thoughts were interrupted and I was in slight disarray. Did I forgive him too easily? I wasn’t even in the right headspace. He was touching me and I wasn’t thinking straight and everything was out of control. I plopped myself down on the bed and dried myself off. I was such a fool. He kissed me and I forgave him. That was it. My hand smacked my forehead. I didn’t k
Enora:Sleeping last night was difficult. My wrist still hurt even after I put the ointment on it before going to bed and I ended up waking up hours before my alarm and just stared at the ceiling. Today was the gala but I wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t a new feeling, though. I never really like parties.Over on the dressing was the measly amount of makeup that I had. I had chosen my dress and it was in the wardrobe and my shoes were next to the wardrobe as well.My inability to sleep on time left me the time to get ready for the gala. It was a business one and the last thing I wanted was to make Mr. Wright late. I had only been here for a week and put my job on the line in so many ways. I wasn’t going to risk another strike.I curled into my blanket and sighed. Mr. Wright and what happened at dinner last night had been on my mind. A loud groan escaped my lips and I kicked up the blanket in frustration. Why did I have to go and ruin everything? I was such a wrecker.He apologized and we
Enora:He continued his call and I just stood there like a mannequin, staring at him. I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation. All my brain receptors had been blocked and the only thing that was ringing in my head was that he was talking to her.I didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he unceremoniously flung me over his shoulder like a bag of Thai rice. The thought of yelling as loud as I could so that Miss Crystal could hear me on the phone crossed my mind several times in a few seconds.But seriously, why was he even talking to her? I mean, her perfectly sculpted brain that she had along with that face of hers had to have known that Mr. Wright was not coming to the office.Being upside down didn’t bring any ideas to my head and I was finally planted firmly on my feet in Mr. Wright’s room.The call ended and he flung his phone onto the bed. He wasn't even worried about it smashing the wall.He stood there looking at me, feasting his eyes and I felt my stomach ch
Enora:My tongue went dry. Why did I want to know?My brain tossed the question back at me: why ‘did’ I want to know?She was his employee and she had every right to talk to him. In seconds, I felt silly but it was too late. His eyes were fixed on me and he was waiting for an answer.“I…I just wanted to know. I was curious.”My face fell and I found myself looking at the tiled bathroom floor and the soap that was running down from my torso to my feet.“I would prefer that you look at me when you talk to me, Enora.”It was painful to raise my head and meet his gaze. I should have just kept my mouth shut and not said anything at all.“You said you were just…curious?”Hearing it from him, even my reply sounded so stupid. I was curious but this was different. I was never curious when Ms. Catherine called. This was the first time Miss Crystal called him and I was nosy for no reason.My stomach churned. God, I was going to have a bad case of nervous diarrhea.“I just… I shouldn’t have asked
Enora:Anthony stood there looking at me expectantly while my heart beat hard in my chest. I was just going to have to say it. I’m sure he could find another place to stay.“I don’t think you can. I have something that I want to attend to this evening and it’s very important and personal. I’m really sorry.”The words were heavy and as I spoke them, I saw his face get less and less cheery till his lips were a line and his eyes were dimmed for any hope and expectation.“Oh, I see. Well, thank you anyway.”He left and an awkward tension was left in the air. I took a deep breath and rested my head on the desk. This felt so strange. The butterflies I had felt when I saw him, when I talked to him, disappeared as soon as Mr. Wright came over yesterday and they have been gone since then.I actually thought that I was attracted to Anthony in some way but it looked like it was all a fluke now. Urgh… Why did I have to be so pathetic?I continued to type at my keyboard, watching the hours tick by
Enora:I hurried to my office, clinging my laptop to my chest and breathing through my mouth. I expected that he would be angrier, but he wasn’t. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or not.The thing was that I did think of using my PTO but I wanted to get a reaction from him. The way he acted so prickly and cool when he came around yesterday was unsettling. The way he handed me the envelope and acted like he was above Anthony and me together shook something inside me and well… I guess I was looking for a reaction and this was my chance to get one. My chance to prove that he still had some feelings for me and that he did care about what I did with Anthony but I got nothing.He didn’t even ask if Anthony slept over yesterday. The old him would do that, his eyes wide and furious at even the thought.Anthony did want to stay over, but I asked him to leave because we had work the next day. We had a good day together, strolling and going to the park, but it was different, and no matter how
Nathan:As I walked out and the door shut behind me, I felt my anger threaten to unravel. I took deep and heavy breaths, my fingers curling in and out of a fist, trembling and desperate to punch something.She had barely moved in and yet he was fluttering around her like a fruitfly. I saw the way he looked at her… that hand around her waist as if he had laid claim to her.Never!I saw her face, her body, I read her trembling lips and shifty eyes. She hated his touch, but I didn’t know why she didn’t take it off her.I took a deep breath and allowed my hands to hang freely at my side. I had to pull myself together. She wanted this; she wanted to be alone. She didn’t want me hovering around her and invading her personal life, and I was determined to keep to it, to respect it, even if it meant watching her being taken from me by that bastard.If she was mine, no one would lay a hand on her.Tch… I didn’t even want to accept that Anthony owned her. It felt like blasphemy.“George?” I call
Enora:My voice was trapped in my throat. This would have been the perfect time for the ground to open up and swalow my but it didn’t.“Mr. Wright, good morning,” Anthony said politely, handing his out for a shake.Mr. Wright glared at the hand and time in the universe came to a halt.“Good morning, Enora, Anthony. May I come in?”Anthony put his hand down and slid it back into my pocket. His arm was still around my waist when I stepped aside and let Mr. Wright in. Alarms were still going off in my brain, every fibre of me was screaming at me to take Anthgony’s hand off but the damage had been done. It was too late now.As Mr. Wright came in, his eyes surveyed the living room while I held my breath. What was he looking for? Did he not like the changes to the place?It took a while but finally, his eyes stelled on the table where is scented candle lay. My heart stopped for a moment as I watched him walk towards it and pick it up.“You didn’t burn it?” he asked, not taking his eyes off
Enora:I stood there, dumbfounded, my jaw slack as I stared at the unwanted visitor that had graced my new condo on a sunday morning. gradualy, my surprise morphed into anger. My hands fell to my side, balled into a fist and trembling slightly. What was he even doing here? Did Bridget know that he was here?Just as I was about to slam t he door shut in his ugly, smug face, he stepped in, pushing past him and letting himself in the living room.“I see you have finally got yourself settled in. Lovely.”“Get out Eliot,” I snapped. “You aren’t supposed to be here.”He turned, smiling at me, his eyes searching my face and my body with a hunger that made my skin crawl in disgust.“Easy, sweetie. I only came because I left my wallet.”My eyes made big sarcastic circles in their sockets. The old ‘I forgot my wallet’ scheme. That was the oldest trick in the book. I can’t believe Bridget would fall for that. What did he do to her?!“Your wallet isn’t here. Eliot,” I said angrily, heaving a sigh
Enora:I survived my first morning in a gigantic house. The bed felt cold and even with the sheets changed, I could still smell him, his cologne, my juices when he spanked me. I loved it and now I was here, thinking about him.A groan escaped my lips as I turned in my large bed. I told him I wanted to be alone and now, I was complaining and wishing he was here. How pathetic could I get?"Miss Lopez, are you awake?"Fiona called from the other side of the door and I sat up. I wondered what time it was."Yes."The door opened and a smile was spread over her kind old face."Good morning. Breakfast is ready and I need to know if there is anything you need me to do?""No. It's still supposed to be your weekend off. You can go home and spend the rest of the day. I'll see you tomorrow."She opened her mouth but closed it immediately after and nodded.She left and I was alone with my thoughts.I grabbed my phone that lay on the bed side table. It was past 8 am. I had never slept in so late, e
Enora:I watched Anthony and Emily leave and just as they drove out of the gates, the rain began to fall. Not a soft drizzle but a torrential downpour with blustering winds that blew the plants and hedges strongly to the side.Without wasting time, I dashed inside and closed the door behind me before rain could invade the living room.Fiona was already working to get all the windows closed and I joined her.“Miss Lopez, don't worry yourself. You just got here and you need some rest. How about you get yourself settled in while I make dinner for you? I am sure you must be famished.”I really wanted to help but I knew that arguing with her wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I knew that she was just trying to do her job. And come to think of it, I was really tired.With nothing else to do and I load of things scattered in the living room, I guess my best option was to get it all sorted out as soon as possible. I grabbed the lightest thing and hoisted it up the stairs to my room.Each step f
Enora:I continued to cough and Bridget rushed to my side patting my back and getting on her knees.“Enora, are you all right? What is going on? Why are you coughing?”I lifted my head and I was in all of my own acting skills. I have no idea how I was able to get tears to come out of my eyes.I had Elliot where I wanted him to be. All I needed to do was to tell Bridget that her boyfriend was trying to get with me again just like you did those years ago and she would break off with the asshole. I didn't understand what she saw in him anyway and he had proven more than once that he didn't deserve her and I was not going to let her sit back and make the same mistake over again.I'm fine, it's just that...Was I really going to do this? What if I told Bridget about her boyfriend and she didn't believe me just the way she didn't believe me when the incident first occurred? Was I really willing to take that risk?"...Got a face load of dust bunnies and they are making me cough. I must be al
Enora“Anthony! Emily!”They came up the stairs and greeted me with a big smile. Emily was in a good mood today. She was jumpy every day but today was a little different. I guess she and Luke had a great time last night.“Oh my goodness! Good evening Sir. It is a pleasure to meet you.”Mr. Wright offered Emily his hand she shook it eagerly. My heart was racing. He smiled politely but I knew he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were slightly above her head was were locked in a gaze with Anthony, who stared back unafraid.Yeah, I couldn’t take this anymore. Things were getting too dicey for comfort.“Okay, let’s get this packing started,” I blurted out, breaking the eye contact between Mr. Wright and Anthony before the room spontaneously combusted. “We still have to meet Bridget to get the rest of my things from there.”Emily hurried into my room and squealed.“Oh my god! You have Harry Potter!”I smiled nervously, grabbed Anthony and pulled him away from Mr. Wright. Well, I knew one thin