The next morning, I woke up with a burst of excitement. It was one of those days when everything seemed to click. I was really starting to feel comfortable in this place, and the possibilities ahead filled me with energy. Things had been moving quickly, and for once, I was looking forward to what was to come. I could finally see a future where I was in control, where I had a chance to make something of myself.I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, my mind already racing with what the day could bring. I had so many things to get done, but for now, I needed to eat. Just as I was about to grab the cereal, my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, and for a split second, I hesitated. Then, curiosity took over, and I picked up.“Hello?” I answered, my voice steady, but there was a hint of curiosity.“Good morning. This is Donald, your father’s vice president,” a deep, calm voice replied on the other end of the line.“Oh, good morning,” I greeted him, surprised but trying to keep my
I walked into the Balsam restaurant, heart racing and palms slightly sweaty. This was the moment—my first real test as the president of my father’s company. The private room where I was supposed to meet the investors was dimly lit, exuding an air of exclusivity that made me feel both nervous and excited. Donald, my father’s vice president, was already seated, his back straight and his expression unreadable.“Good evening,” I greeted him as I took my seat across from him. He nodded, his usual serious demeanor in place.The two investors hadn’t arrived yet, but the air was thick with anticipation. I tried to remain composed, but my thoughts kept racing. The stakes were high tonight. These investors could either help save the company or take it down entirely. I had to handle this carefully.Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and the investors walked in, both men dressed in sharp suits that screamed money. They weren’t here to talk business casually—they were here to ma
Donald offered to drive me home, his voice filled with concern as he insisted on making sure I got there safely. It was hard to resist; I was still rattled from the evening’s ordeal, and the idea of not facing a silent, lonely drive sounded like a small mercy. Once we reached my place, I thanked him warmly, doing my best to brush off the tension still coiling tightly inside me, and stepped out of the car. As I walked up to the door, I tried to shake off the night’s ugliness, but the anger and frustration were stubborn.Inside, I was met with an unexpected surprise. Adrian was seated in the living room, glancing up as soon as he heard the door open. He rose to greet me, a welcoming smile on his face. That familiar warmth in his expression was like a balm, easing some of the nerves I hadn’t realized were still knotted inside me.“Adrian,” I said, startled and pleasantly surprised, my brows lifting in astonishment. “Were you... waiting for me?”He nodded, his smile softening as he looked
As Adrian ended the call, his jaw still tight with residual anger, I placed a hand on his arm, hoping to ease some of the tension.“That wasn’t necessary, you know,” I said softly.He looked at me, unwavering. “No one disrespects my wife and gets away with it.”I offered a grateful smile, deciding it was time to share the one piece of good news from the evening. “Well, today wasn’t a total loss. Someone’s actually interested in investing twenty million. His name is James Connelly.”Adrian’s expression softened slightly, though a hint of skepticism flickered in his eyes. “James Connelly, huh? Sounds a bit... interesting. But good news, nonetheless.”I shrugged, feeling cautious. “I’m not sure yet—it could be a scam.”Adrian’s lips curved into a reassuring smile. “Simple solution. Ask him to send the money first. That way, we’ll know he’s serious.”I chuckled, realizing how straightforward and brilliant his suggestion was. “Thank you, Adrian,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around him. He
"Can two fingers go in?" Adrian whispered to me in a husky voice.I didn't understand what he meant, so I said whatever came to my mind."Yes," I replied in a meek tone. Immediately he heard my answer, his hand moved to the Hem of my skirt at, that was when the meaning of his question hit me hard. I wanted to stop him from going anyfurther but his hands were faster.He slid his fingers into me, "do you like it?" He asked staring at me. What he was doing to me, mademe loose my sense of reasoning."Umm yeah," I replied in a hungry tone. He started pulling his fingers hard, into and out of me. "Yes, I love it, harder! Harder! Please don't even think of slowing down," I said in a hoarse but warning tone. I continuously moaned for him."As you wish my lady," he said, increasing the pace of his finger."Oh yeah! Yeah, keep going."My voice drifted away from me in pleasure."Lana?" Adrian called out my name in a hoarse voice."Yes," I replied in a meek tone."Do you want me as much as I w
I sucked on it in a very professional way, that he couldn't stop moaning for a second. I took my mouth away from his dick, and started using my hand to pleasure his hard dick. His milk spilled all over and over while I used my tongue to lick it off. After I was done pleasuring his dick, I left his dick and went for his nipples, I teased his tiny breast with my tongue, whoa I never knew I was really good at pleasuring a man sexually. "Oh my gawd, you are such a good girl, Lana.""Really," I said, with my tongue still roaming his nipple."Yes baby."I took his lips at once, we kissed each other like hungry lions, yes this was what I wanted, I wanted my first sex to be so wild, to be with my husband. I would happily give every little details about this night. We had another round of hard fuck, our energies matched, our sexual desire and strength matched each other.I never thought we could fall asleep but finally we did, we both fell asleep in our sexual desire.....The next morning, I w
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, gripping the edge of the vanity until my knuckles turn white. Today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. But all I feel is a dull ache settling in my chest. I’m marrying a man I’ve never met, a complete stranger who may never even wake up. What kind of future is that?Vivian’s voice crashes through my thoughts, sharp as glass.“Lana!” she yells from the other side of the door. “What are you still doing? You should be dressed by now!”Vivian—my stepmother—has always treated me like a burden. She married my father when I was sixteen and made it clear from day one that I was in her way. Her daughter, Naomi, could do no wrong, while I was always the problem. And now, she’s the one forcing me into this marriage.I clench my jaw, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Of course, she’d be impatient. She’s been waiting for this moment—to see me helpless, backed into a corner with no way out.“I don’t want this,” I mutter under my breath. “I’
The Knights sent a sleek black limo to pick me up, and it waited silently outside like a predator. I hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, the interior plush and luxurious. The driver shot me a quick glance in the rearview mirror before pulling away, navigating the streets with alarming speed. My head hammered with nerves, but I kept repeating to myself: You can do this, Lana. You can get through today.When the limo arrived at the Knights’ villa, I was struck by its sheer size. The mansion loomed before me, opulent and intimidating. A party was already in full swing inside, laughter and music spilling into the air like a vibrant tide.As I stepped through the grand entrance, I scanned the room. My heart sank when I only recognized three faces: my stepmother, Vivian; my stepsister, Naomi; and my boyfriend, Jordan. The sight of them made my stomach churn. They were supposed to be my support, yet they felt more like the eyes of judgment.A doorman approached to escort me inside