ELOISE His words settled in the air like the world had slowed down. I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up with his unexpected confession. He seemed to want to control everything around him and do whatever pleased him, yet he told me he wanted me. Not Zoey, nor anyone else. It was suddenly a lot to take in, and my heart pounded as I processed his words in my brain. I caught my chest with my palm to calm it down. “You want me?” the words escaped my lips like a breath, almost in disbelief. I searched his eyes for any sign that he might be playing with me, but I found his deep ocean-blue eyes staring back at me with a hint of vulnerability instead. He adjusted himself in his seat and cocked his head in discomfort. “I don’t know what this means or where this is going. I just know that being around you is different. You’re the source of my headache recently, so I’m rectifying that.” I swallowed the lump building in my throat. “What about Zoey?” He grimaced. “What about her? She’s
ELOISE He began slowly, our mouths producing sounds of wet and soft moans. He smiled between our lips. “I like that sound,” he murmured, then continued. His hands returned to my waist, pulling me closer to him. I sighed when his tongue slipped inside, tasting me with leisurely, long licks. His movements were confident, with the right touch of aggressiveness. My hands found their way into his hair, gripping those silky strands to deepen our kiss. He growled as our tongues danced passionately, our chests pressed together, the meeting of two souls drawn together by an irresistible force. His hands held me with urgency and tenderness as if he wanted to possess and protect me simultaneously. I moved downward, intensifying our connection, heading towards his crotch. I gasped against his mouth as my pussy found his erection. I clung to his shoulders and began to grind against him. Boy, he felt even bigger than I had imagined, and he grew more aroused with every twist of our tongues and
ELOISEThe Cunninghams, including myself, gathered in the living room as part of my schedule. I thought it’d be a small group with just my dad, Davina, her obscene brother, Mr. Ross, and Nina. But to my surprise, m grandmother showed up with her two unmarried daughters, Ailisa and Rona. Rowena Cunningham embodied refinement and strict adherence to rules, the kind my father would look up to. I could see it in how she casually shooed her son away with a hand wave. Her indifference toward Davina was clear, ignoring her daughter-in-law into an uncomfortable shadow. This was the first time I actually felt bad for her. Even I felt a surge of nerves just seeing Rowena enter through that door. I’d only seen her in the pictures Nina showed me. Thanks to her thorough lessons, I could distinguish who’s who.A conversation started between Dad and Rowena. She seemed to carry a bit of arrogance in her demeanor. Her mannerisms and the way she dressed in an emerald velvet dress, a matching designer
“Bravo!” Lord Blackwood shouted, his applause joined by others in the room. “That was brilliant, just as I expected from my muse.”Muse? I almost wanted to puke.“Callum, you’re late!” Davina chastised her brother.“Sorry, sister.” He walked over to her, giving her a peck on the cheek, then turned to Rowena, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “My ever lovely Lady Cunningham. You’re as beautiful as the sunflowers in the morning. This is for you.”Callum presented Rowena with a sunflower on a long stem before approaching my father.Conversations buzzed among them, and it seemed Callum’s presence had a way of brightening up the room. Even Rowena’s daughters appeared charmed, engaging in flirtatious banter and laughter.I grimaced. How could they be drawn to someone so… cringey? He wasn’t even charming.But there I was, invisible again, which was honestly much better.I heaved out a sigh of relief.“You did great, my lady,” Nina whispered with a grin.“Thank you. Do I still need to
ELOISE I was forced to sit with the baron in the backseat of his limo while Nina and Mr. Ross's car drove ahead of us. I gazed out of the tinted window, silently hoping that this moment would pass quickly so I wouldn't have to endure close proximity to this man. The city lights blurred into streaks as we navigated the busy streets, and I pretended to remain unaffected. I just hope Adam was on time so I wouldn't have to force myself to be the baron's arm candy. After what seemed like an eternity, Callum finally broke the silence. "You must be thrilled." "Thrilled about what?" I replied. "Thrilled about this arrangement. Malcolm and I usually attended these social gatherings. You'll find it quite enjoyable, I assure you, especially since you might be expected to attend some of these parties." I turned to him, my brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "Oh, Logan still hasn't told you," he said, shrugging. "That's rather surprising." "What is my father not telling me?" He smirked and
ELOISE He looked immaculate as always in a tux, accompanied by someone I hadn't met before. The man he was talking to bore a striking resemblance to him in terms of appearance and facial features, except for the brown hair and the age. They were engaged in casual conversation, seemingly oblivious to the buzzing crowd around them, each moment captured by eager photographers. It was as though time had frozen. He had really come, and it seemed he didn't need an invitation. He walked freely into the venue and seemed acquainted with those around him. It was possible that he and Braden had worked together on a film before; after all, Adam was also a Hollywood film producer, and maybe their paths had crossed outside. "They are the people we're meeting tonight," Callum's voice caught my attention. "Who?" "The Waldorfs, but we'll catch up with them later. Let's head inside," he said. I ignored the baron, and my gaze fixed on Adam's every step as he drew closer until our eyes finally locke
ELOISEThe lights dimmed in the event hall as we took our seats at one of the tables, and silence enveloped the crowd. A spotlight illuminated the first item to be auctioned—a centuries-old painting named "Whispers of the Wildwood" by the artist Edmund Harlowe, donated by a businessman. It's a landscape painting that transports viewers into a serene forest scene, lit only by fireflies. The painting portrays a deep, lush woodland with untouched beauty. The auction's proceeds this evening will be distributed to orphanages, children with illnesses, and homes for the aged.The auctioneer, Jack, a charismatic man in a tailored tuxedo, stood beside the artwork. He began narrating the painting's history, its importance in the art world, and the artist's masterful technique.Wealthy collectors, art enthusiasts, and investors in the room raised their paddles, each bid raising the price higher and higher. I moved closer to Adam. "Aren't you going to tell me what's going on? What business do y
ELOISE The event had transformed into an open party, with lively music filling the air, encouraging people to dance and enjoy themselves for the rest of the night. I found myself on the dance floor with Adam as the night wore on. "Can't you give me something? Anything, just so I'm not kept in the dark?" I asked him, our bodies swaying in time with the music. "Okay," he began, glancing around cautiously before fixing his gaze on me. "Let's just say this is my way of trying to figure you out." "To this extent? You'd even do business with a man you barely know when you could just ask me? Why would you even do this and waste your time?" His eyes gleamed mischievously. "Darling, you asked for my help, right? This is how I do it. To this extent, as you said." "I asked for your help yesterday, but it seems you've already made your moves even before that." He pulled my waist closer so that my chest was pressed against him. A soft gasp escaped my lips. "I like being one step ahead. It