ELLIE I tried to avoid arguing until we reached the restaurant to avoid causing an accident. It seemed like we were always in a battle where the weapons were pure sarcasm, irony, and some sexually suggestive puns from his side. We exchanged a few jabs until he parked in front of the restaurant. At least, no accident happened. A blonde woman with big blue eyes, who must have been the hostess, greeted us as soon as we entered the restaurant. The place was elegant, and I had heard about it before. Was he trying to impress me, or was he just accustomed to this kind of place? I would bet on the latter. "Good evening! Do you have a reservation, sir?" The blonde asked with a smile on her face. I looked around while Ethan spoke to her. The blonde asked with a smile on her face. I looked around while Ethan spoke to her. Huge chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling, tables with white tablecloths, dramatic mirrors, paintings, and some plants decorated the walls. The luxurious decoration har
ETHAN My jaw dropped, imagining how she must look in that lingerie. I had imagined it before, on the day Zoe insisted that she open the box in front of me. But my imagination couldn't compare to the experience of seeing her wearing it in person. From that moment on, I knew I would do anything to make her let me see what was beneath that dress. "Are you really wearing that underneath this dress?" She lowered the menu on the table, staring at me. I couldn't focus on anything else now, and keeping my cock under control required a lot of concentration, the exact opposite of imagining how she would look in that black lace. "That's what I just said," She replied before the waiter approached our table, asking if we had chosen what to order. I needed something strong to drink. It had already been difficult enough to see her in the dress she was wearing and maintain control. Her long, toned legs looked incredible in those black heels. I almost begged her to turn around, just so I could cat
ETHAN "Who are you? My therapist?" she asked, smiling, but before that, I could see the pain in her eyes. Whoever the jerk was, she had loved him and he didn't appreciate it. Damn. I knew exactly what she had been through. It made me feel like a jerk. Not that I intended to make her fall in love with me or pursue it dishonestly. I could never do that to someone. I knew firsthand the hell it was to go through something like that. Contrary to what Miss Brown thought, I always tried to be honest with the women I got involved with. "Did you just make a joke without trying to offend me?" I asked, trying to make the trace of sadness disappear from her face. "Yeah, and I almost believed that you care about what I'm saying," she said, shaking her head. "I do care." "Of course," she rolled her eyes with a slight smile. "I don't like to waste my time on things that don't interest me," I was being honest with her. "You know there are plenty of women who would be interested in devoting the
ETHAN The tension inside the car became almost unbearable during the ride to her apartment. I had to use all my self-control not to stop the car and put my hands on her. I was simultaneously furious, excited, and frustrated, and I knew she must have felt the same way. What a stubborn woman! Before we stopped in front of her building, I locked the car doors to prevent her from running away. That's exactly what she tried to do after unbuckling her seatbelt. Her shoulders slumped when she couldn't. Leaning back against the seat, she took a deep breath. "Can you open the damn door?" she said, staring at the ceiling as her chest rose and fell. "Not until you tell me what happened.”"Nothing happened!" "We were doing fine until you got sulky and became unbearable again." "Damn it! I did what you wanted, didn't I? I agreed to this nonsense, now let me go." "You're being completely incoherent." "What do you want?" She sighed deeply. "For me to say that maybe you're not as much of a ba
ELLIE When I locked the door, my heart was pounding in my chest. What had just happened? Why did I do that? I sat on the couch and stared at the door while trying to calm my breathing. I was begging the heavens for him to leave because I didn't know what I would do if he knocked on the door. My legs were still weak. That was a mistake. Damn, Todd. Because of him, I acted like a jerk. The bastard had the audacity to send me a message in the middle of the night, making me so angry that I took it all out on Ethan like an idiot. First getting mad at him and now using him to try to push Todd away. That was the worst idea I've ever had in my life. And now I knew what I was missing. I knew what it felt like to have his lips and his massive body pressing against mine. And just a little bit of that was enough to make me lose my mind. I had no idea what would happen now. I sat on the couch for an eternity, trying to process everything that had happened. Then I dragged myself to my room, wear
ELLIEMy heart raced. The hand he would use to knock on the door fell by his side. His eyes moved between me and Todd, investigating. Mr. Morgan was completely drenched. Did he come here walking in the rain? Todd walked past me in frustration, and Ethan stepped aside for him to pass. His eyes followed Todd down the hallway until he closed the door, entering his apartment—or at least that's what I thought I heard. Then his attention returned to me."You're quick," he said sarcastically, looking me up and down before turning his back to me and shaking his head. What was he thinking? Did he think I had slept with Todd? That's probably what it looked like. I took a step out of my apartment, following him."Hey! I know what it looks like, but it's not what you think," I said, making him stop. "And why the hell are you all wet?" I let out a laugh, covering my mouth with my hand."You find this funny?" He turned around. "At least someone here is having a good time at my expense.""Don't be d
ELLIE "Not." I managed to say, even though my body was begging. I tried to keep my breathing calm as my heart pounded violently. "The way your body reacts says the opposite." He spoke. I opened my eyes when I felt his breath on my face, his lips only inches away from mine. My whole body felt like it was being pulled toward him. I wanted to grab his hair and kiss him urgently. "You just have to ask," he whispered. If I didn't pull away soon, I knew how it would end. I sought the ounce of reason that remained beneath all the desire. "Say it," he demanded. "Stop it." I stepped back before losing control, passing by him, feeling my legs weak, aware that my panties were soaked. "Oh, Ellie, let's see how long you can fight against what your body wants." Hearing him say my name was the last straw. "I told you to stop." I left him alone, returning to the laundry room. I couldn't think straight with him so close. What the hell! He barely touched me, and I was already falling apart. I tri
ELLIE Out of the corner of my eye, I managed to see Mr. Morgan entering the bar with a man who wasn't any of our mutual friends. "Do you know the guy with him?" I asked, shrinking back. "I don't think so. Why? Jealous?" she teased. "Haha, very funny. Let's go, I don't want him to see me." "Why not? Maybe this is the perfect moment for a quickie in the bathroom." "I'm serious, Anna. Let's go!" "Okay. But first, I need to use the restroom." "Really?" "Relax, he won't see you." She got up from her seat at the table right in front of me. "I'll be right back." I picked up my glass to hide my face. Mr. Morgan was sitting near the bar, wearing a black overcoat and gloves. His hair was perfectly styled. He didn't look like the drenched man who was in my apartment this morning. Whenever his hair was so well-groomed, I felt the urge to run my hands through it, to feel it between my fingers and pull it. At that moment, a blonde approached his table, interrupting my fantasy. He stood u
ELLIE How I wished to say yes. His lips seemed so inviting, so close, almost irresistible. All I wanted was to lean in and kiss him while pulling his hair. And then, to rip off his clothes and feel the warmth and weight of his body on mine. But everything between us was undefined, and sex would only further complicate things. We needed to talk before anything else. "We... we need to talk first," I managed to say. He nodded, his lips curving into a weak smile, a failed attempt to hide his frustration. "Okay, let's do it on your terms," he said, stepping back, allowing me to breathe. "Dinner then?" "How about a run in the park tomorrow morning?" "A run?" "Unless December's cold is too much for a beach girl like you," he teased. "I know what you're trying to do." "What?" he asked, trying to contain a smile. "You're making it a challenge because you know that's how I operate." "So... 7 o'clock?" "You also know I hate waking up early." "Think of it as an attempt to do things
Lisa pinched my arm, and tilted her head towards the tall, muscular guy who had just walked into the bar. “You didn’t go out with Mitchel yesterday? You’re fast.” I arched an eyebrow, teasing. “Five minutes, that’s what I have to say in my defense.” She laughed and I joined her. We were getting drunk in some bar in Manhattan, celebrating the end of classes. Earlier, we took the last test, which will select one of the students in my class, to occupy a position in one of the largest companies in the country, Ryan Enterprises. It is the first time that Ryan offers a program in partnership with our University. Although Columbia has partnered with several other major companies in the market, the position at Ryan offers the opportunity to work directly with the CEO. This would be incredible, not only for the possibility of using this experience to assemble the final work, which we would have to present, but also because I couldn’t imagine a better way to start a career. For me, it repres
"No. Please, let me go," I begged. "You know you're not supposed to be here. Now come on." With ease, he lifted me and put me over his shoulder. I had to use all my strength not to scream or fight. I tried to decide whether to try to escape before he took me to the others. Maybe I'd have a chance against one of them, but certainly not against four. Damn it. He was too big. A confrontation would probably kill me. I shouldn't have come here. Was this the end for me? What would they do to me? As he approached the house, drawing the attention of the three men on the porch, I realized that my only option to try to survive was not to resist and try not to provoke them, hiding any emotion. But I doubted that anything would be left of me when they were done. One of the men, with long black hair, howled with excitement, coming towards us. "What do we have here? Looks like Lyall found something for us," he said with a big smile, while the other two seemed curious. All three were as big as th
ELLIE You know that phase in life where it seems like all your friends are happy and have achieved everything there is to achieve? That was the phase I was going through. It seemed like all my friends had achieved professional success, found the perfect partner, and were getting married or planning to have children. And I was the outlier in this story. At twenty-seven, I'm starting to feel like I'm stuck, even though I'm happy with my work as a scientist and researcher and extremely happy for my friends, I couldn't help feeling unhappy with my love life. It was hard not to feel a little jealous of each couple's story in my large group of friends. Bennett or simply Ben, and Zoe, two cretins who fell in love before they could kill each other, I don't know how they were still alive, maybe because they took out all their anger on each other in sex. Anna, my best friend, and William or Will, former jerk and tattooed nerd, the most handsome and hottest I had ever met. I was still trying
My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my body as I closed the door behind me. Two minutes. I quickly decided that the best course of action was to use this time to run as fast as I could and try to gain some initial advantage. A second later, I was already entering the dark forest, forcing my legs to move as quickly as I could. Tall trees rose against the night sky, their branches intertwining like giant fingers reaching towards the heavens, forming a high and impenetrable canopy that blocked out the light, causing almost complete darkness. The faint light of the moon cast deep and eerie shadows on the tree roots and surrounding bushes. My senses sharpened, adapting to the environment as I pressed on. The night air was cool and damp, filled with the scent of leaves and wet earth. The sounds of nature echoed around me, composing a chilling melody. I could distinguish the sound of animals moving and the wind rustling and creaking the branches. I tried to focus
I tried to formulate a response, feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement running through my body, but the words seemed to have vanished from my mind. Lyall's provocation awakened the desire that I had been trying to deny and suppress since our first encounter. Not just because I had just met him, but because I should focus on what was important. I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with any of them."I..." I cleared my throat, trying to clear my mind. Staring at his bare chest didn't help. "Good evening, Lyall," I said, circling him and opening the door, escaping down the hallway with my heart racing.I entered my room, closing the door behind me. I took a deep breath. I couldn't allow the attraction to Lyall to divert me from my objective. Any involvement, even if only physical, could complicate things. However, I couldn't deny that his presence affected me.There's no room for distractions, Morana. Stay on guard, and keep your focus. I stared at the doorknob for a few s
After a long and exhausting trip back that lasted most of the night, I finally arrived home. It was already dawn, and the silence in the house was broken only by the sound of the wind blowing the leaves of the trees around the property. I entered the house and found Verena still awake on the garden balcony. As I approached, the cold air enveloped me."What happened? I thought you wouldn't come back." She was surprised to see me."It's cold, let's go inside, and then I'll tell you." We settled on the living room sofa, and then I told her everything that had happened and how I had been rejected."I'm sorry, Mor. I didn't want you to go through this." She said, seeming guilty, before finally breaking down in tears. "I'm sorry. I know what I did was horrible, but I was desperate.""It's okay." I approached her to hug her. "It's okay. It's not your fault. I understand. You love him." I tried to comfort her."I'm so sorry." She sniffled. "But this is good, right? They don't deserve you, and
ETHAN Hearing her say that made any remaining shreds of control I had vanish. Damn. After all the hell I'd been through in the last few months, and how much I feared I might never have her again, hearing the need and urgency in her voice unleashed a whirlwind of emotions. Something broke. The fear finally fell away. As I rose, I effortlessly tore off her little red panties and grabbed her ass, pulling her off the counter. I could hardly think. That damn red lingerie was driving me insane. In haste, she yanked the apron strap over my head and somehow managed to unfasten it at my back, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching between our bodies, she grabbed my cock. My body quivered with pleasure in response. "Fuck," I growled. She began to move her fingers around me, and I knew that after all this time, I could come just from that. But she needed me. And despite having dreamed of this moment many times over the past months and days, I knew it would be hard to resist and not finish a
ELLIE I was left speechless as a wave of heat spread through my core, rising to the surface, making my skin tingle. Damn. He looked like he'd stepped out of some erotic Christmas fantasy. Maybe a dream. Okay, maybe one of my dreams. My eyes moved down below his waistline again, trying to discern if he was truly completely naked under the apron. I bit my lip. "Happy Christmas," he whispered with a shy, sexy smile, pulling my attention back to his face. His brown eyes gleamed with a wild and sensual fire. A few strands of dark blonde hair were falling onto his forehead, held in place by the chef's hat. His broad, defined shoulders and chest were on display. I blinked a few times, swallowing the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. Sexy as hell. "Do you need an invitation... or would you prefer I toss you over my shoulder and carry you inside?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and crossing his muscular arms over his chest, reminding me of the night I'd knocked on his door, and he threa