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
ELOISE "Here." Adam offered me a cup of hot tea when we entered the suite he was staying in. The place was well-lit and warm, just like him. He took a seat in front of me, gently tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear as he observed me. I took a sip of the tea, and relief washed over me. "I'm sorry I got you involved in my issues. He grunted. "Anyone would get involved if they witnessed that. I told you he's lucky I left him alive." "You're not a monster like him." His pupils darkened. "Oh, you have no idea." “How did you know he followed me in the restroom?” “Your friend saw him.” Oh, Nina. She had already saved me so much. I glanced around his spacious suite. "This is a nice place. Thanks for bringing me here.” "You're welcome." He kissed my forehead and stood up again. "You can use the bedroom whenever you feel like resting. I have the bathroom ready too. Did you want anything else?” I shook my head. "Maybe a snack? Thank you.” “Anytime.” He walked to the kitche
ELOISE After I showered, Adam was pretty much refreshed as well. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Mm," he hummed, studyin me. "That looks good on you." I looked down at the PJs he lent me. "I thought you said you don't take advantage and I need a rest?" I wiped my hair with the towel. I could smell a hint of his scent on my body. It must be the soap and shampoo. It felt as if he was embracing me, and I liked it. "Are you sleepy?" I shook my head. "Why don't you sit here so we can talk a bit?" He smiled seductively and tapped his hand on the space next to him. I guess he was back to being the sexy, playful Adam Sebastian after all that drama. "About what?" "About this. What did you tell them about what we were?" I sat on the other end of the bed. "I told the baron you're my boyfriend, which, of course, you're not. Fine, you win this time. I need your help with whatever plan you're trying to plot for my dad tomorrow." He said he didn't need a reason to do this. He told
ADAMI woke up to my ringtone in the late hours of dawn. I had finally been enjoying a good night's sleep, knowing the red-haired angel was safe in the bedroom. I was worried as hell, and my knuckles stung from pounding on the fucking baron's face earlier.I checked my phone, and it was only three o'clock in the morning, with Zoey's name displayed on my screen. I frowned; she never called me unannounced.I answered, "What is it, Zoey?""Why would you do this? I… I just don't understand, and I'm so confused. I want to be honest with you all the time. I'm sorry for intruding. You can punish me if you wish, but how did it come to this?""What are you talking about? I had no desire to punish you, Zoey." Not anymore. Honestly, I had no idea what to do with Zoey right now. She was the least of my concerns.She moaned. "It's because of her you've lost track of our plans."I sighed heavily, running my fingers through my hair. "Hold on. Where are you? Have you been drinking?""I'm at the bar..
ADAM I took a moment to admire her proportioned and flawless bare body and beauty as if she were a goddess awaiting some lucky mortal to fuck her. Her red hair gracefully cascaded down her shoulders, and her emerald-green eyes sparkled with need. "Spread your legs," I commanded. I wanted to see her vulnerable, all for my pleasure. She blushed and hid her rosy cheeks in embarrassment, but slowly, she parted her thighs while still seated on the counter. Before me was her pink and tightly wrapped vulva, looking incredibly snug and dripping with her own juices. Damn. I felt like I was about to cum. "That's a pretty pussy." I brought my thumb to her clitoris. "Look at me, Eloise. I want to see your eyes." She gasped, probably because of my vulgarity, or maybe it was because I had started to massage her clitoris with my thumb. I circled it gently, as it was very sensitive and so pink that I didn't want to hurt her by being too aggressive. But eventually, I knew I wanted to be aggress
ADAM One week ago… I sat in Rafe’s office on the day I decided to follow after Eloise. Something about her that always drew me in. Holding the background investigation check papers in my hand, I now knew she wasn’t just an ordinary person with a decent job in New York. I couldn’t explain why, but I always felt this overwhelming urge to uncover every piece of her story. It was almost as if logic took a backseat as I now held my passport. “As if you don’t know,” I smirked, “you’re going to ask me why I used the services of your private investigator.” He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “Dad has been inquiring about Generations. And although you’re doing your job well, I know you’re up to something again. So, who is this Eloise Walker?” I knew well that he would read those papers before I had the chance to. After all, he was the one who delivered them to me. “It doesn’t have anything to do with Generations. She simply works there,” I said with a shrug. I knew exactly where this co