EmmaZane's car pulled up in front of a grand five-star restaurant. Stepping out, he walked around to open my door and I stepped out, holding the hem of my dress as my eyes scanned the elegant building before us.Literally the kind of restaurant only the wealthiest would dine in. After the opening event, Zane had taken me home and made me prepare for his surprise treat. And now, here we were.“Come on.” Zane said, wrapping my arm around his as he led me toward the entrance. “Let’s head in.”He guided me into the restaurant, where two chefs and a man in a sharp suit who was clearly the manager, hurried toward us with welcomi in ng smiles on their faces. “Welcome to Heavenly Bliss, Mr. and Mrs. Mendoza. This way, please.” The manager said, leading us to a table. Once reached our table, Zane pulled out a chair for me before settling into his own. As we sat down, my gaze glanced around the room. At the far end, a musician played a soothing jazz tune that added to the ambiance. Everythi
EmmaI barely slept that night. Sharing a room with Zane was bad enough, but sharing a bed? That was torture. And it wasn’t even a king-sized bed —just a medium one that left almost no space between us. Every little movement made our bodies brush against each other, sending unwelcome sparks through me.I gritted my teeth, blaming his broken-down car for this mess. And blaming myself too. If only I had brought my phone, we could’ve called for help…“Can’t sleep?" Zane’s deep voice came from behind me. I was facing away from him, but I could feel his breath warm against my neck. It sent a shiver down my spine and a wild flutter in my heart.I didn’t answer. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.Zane let out a low chuckle, then suddenly wrapped his arms around me. My body tensed at once. He pulled me even closer until his waist was pressed against my ass.I swallowed hard and shifted slightly, trying to create some distance, but he just mirrored my movement, refusin
EmmaAs I sat at the counter of my dessert bar, my fingers tapped absentmindedly against the smooth surface. My mind drifted back to last night.Zane. His firm, sculpted body. Long, eight inches rod. The way he graced me with slow and fast strokes. His lips on my nipples and my pussy.The way he had held me all night after we both came, refusing to let me go. How he had given me another round of good pussy licking and sucking, causing me to cum again and again, before we both got dressed and left the motel.As we checked out of the motel, the way the desk clerk had smiled widely and greeted us was enough to let me know that he had heard all of the noise we had made as we fucked last night. And it had made my face red with embarrassment, eager to leave his presence. After going celebate for almost six years, I couldn’t believe I had given myself to the same man who had made me avoid sex all these while. And I didn’t regret a thing. A small smile crept onto my lips as the memories o
EmmaThe next day, I attended the charity event with Asher. I didn’t tell Zane, knowing exactly how he would react. If he found out, I was certain his controlling ass could try to chain me to the bed so that I wouldn’t go out.So, I told him a small lie —I said I was going to the dessert bar. From there, Asher picked me up, and we arrived at the venue together.As we stepped into the grand ballroom, my eyes were drawn to the crystal chandeliers casting a golden glow over the room. Elegantly dressed guests clinked their champagne glasses as soft violin music played in the background.“You still haven’t told me why you insisted I come with you.” I said, politely declining a glass of wine offered by a passing waiter.Asher smiled, casually shaking hands with a few people. “Because this was the only way I could get some real time with you since you’re so determined to avoid me.”I scoffed, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for his tricks just because I was desperate to save
Zane Asher Domínguez. That fucking bastard.I should kill him. I really should. And then, sendhis head to his father’s billionaire estate as a warning and start a war that had been long overdue.How dare he get so close to my woman? The nerves! Didn’t he know who I was?I was Zane Mendoza! The most ruthless, unforgiving, mafia boss in the entire city. No one dared mess with something that was mine…A sharp nudge to my hand snapped me out of my thoughts.“Psst! Psst!”I turned my head to see Sanchez grinning at me, his curious eyes narrowing as he leaned in.“You good?” he asked.I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat to sit up straighter.We were in the middle of a board meeting, but my mind had been elsewhere —on Emma and Asher.Yesterday, I overheard my chauffeur answering a call from her. When I questioned him, he told me she had called to be picked up from a charity event.A charity event. She had never mentioned anything about a charity event to me. Only thing she told me was
AsherI placed the last plate on the kitchen table, stepping back to admire the meal I had just finished preparing. The spicy aroma filling the air, caused a small smile to cross my lips. I was still wearing my suit trousers, but my shirt and jacket had been discarded the moment I got home. Although I was quite a good cook, I never really enjoyed it. But tonight was special.Emma was coming over for dinner.I had texted her last night, inviting her over after she left the charity event with Zane. Surprisingly, she had agreed. I bit down on my lower lip as I smiled again, shaking my head at myself. It was almost ridiculous how easily she could get to me, how all the anger and heartbreak from the past seemed to fade the moment she lowered her guard and apologized.She had broken me once —shattered me back in Boston. And yet, here I was, chasing after the smallest opportunity to be with her again.I wasn’t the kind of guy to fall in love easily. In fact, before Emma, I had never truly
EmmaOh my God.Walking in on Asher and Rachel in such an intimate position was the last thing I ever expected to see tonight. Or ever.I had accepted Asher’s invitation not just because we had made up, but because I needed a break from Zane’s jealousy and the cold treatment he had been giving me since the charity event.Only to walk in on this.“Emma.” Asher called my name, his voice heavy with shock. He quickly pushed Rachel away and fumbled to fasten his belt as he shoved his cock back into his trousers.Rachel’s head snapped toward me, her face frozen in surprise and her lips slightly parted.“I… um…” I stammered, struggling to decide how to react. Asher wasn’t my boyfriend anymore, neither was he my husband. So, I had no right to be upset. But seeing my best friend on her knees with her mouth around his cock, giving him one hungry blow job was impossible to wipe off my memories. And somehow, it upset me slightly, no matter how I tried to deny it. Forcing a small smile, I clear
EmmaDetermined to boost my dessert bar’s popularity, I decided to try a marketing tip I had seen on the internet the next day. First, I created an Instagram account and started posting pictures of our desserts. They were pictures of beautifully plated pastries, creamy cheesecakes, and chocolate-drizzled delights. To make things more fun and engaging, Eleanor and I took a few selfies, making goofy, silly, and cute faces while holding some of the desserts.Under each post, we added hashtags to increase visibility. #SweetIndulgence #BestDessertsInTown #MadeWithLove #FreeTastingTodayThen, to attract foot traffic, we printed out colorful flyers and planned to distribute them to passersby, inviting them in for a free tasting in the bar. From what I had read, my launch event had been a grand affair, mostly catering to elites. But I wanted to make sure everyday people —the kind who might become my most loyal customers— also got to experience my desserts.So, while I waited inside, hopin
Emma"What the fuck is this?" I hissed, rising to my feet and facing him. My voice was sharp and shaky with rising anger. The file shook in my grasp, evidence of the truth I desperately wanted to be wrong about.Zane didn’t flinch. He stood there in the doorway, his expression still unreadable. Stone cold, devoid of any emotion. As if my world hadn’t just shattered at his feet.A desperate part of me clung to the hope that I had misunderstood. That somehow, this was all a mistake."You shouldn’t have come in here.” He said in a calm and controlled voice, like he wasn’t watching me fall apart right in front of him.I let out a bitter laugh, a tear slipping down my cheek. "Did you plan a fake wedding?" My voice cracked, raw with disbelief.Zane’s gaze flickered to the file for a brief second before meeting mine again. His jaw tensed, his hesitation confirming the worst before he even said the words."Yes."The world tilted beneath my feet. A strangled gasp left my lips as my stomach tw
EmmaI woke up in the middle of the night, my throat dry and aching for water. I already knew why —I was still recovering from all the sex of last night. After all that crazy sexual passion, it was a miracle I could even stand.Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, my gaze landing on Zane’s sleeping form beside me. His arms were wrapped around me tightly, as if even in sleep, he was making sure I wouldn’t disappear. His face was peaceful, his strong features softened in the dim light. For a moment, he didn’t look like the ruthless mafia boss he was. Just a man lost in deep sleep.A small smile tugged at my lips as I studied him. He was breathtaking, almost unreal. Without thinking, I reached out and my fingers traced the sharp lines of his face. His straight nose, his sculpted cheekbones, the defined curve of his lips. He was perfect. If the devil had a face, it would be Zane’s.He stirred slightly under my touch, but instead of waking, he only pulled me closer, his grip tightening around
Zane By the time I got home, Emma still wasn’t back.Frowning, I headed straight to my room, undressed, and stepped into the shower. As the hot water streamed down my body, I pushed my hair back, my mind consumed by a single thought. Emma.It was late. Too late. Where the hell was she? I had expected her to be home by now. My jaw tightened as an unsettling thought crossed my mind. Could she be with that bastard, Asher Dominguez?They have been spending more time together lately. Getting closer.My teeth clenched. I was already in a standoff with his father. Asher would be a fool to get under my skin too.Maybe I should get rid of him —take him down along with his father.But he was just a civilian.I let out a frustrated groan, gripping the back of my neck. As long as he wasn’t involved in his father’s business, I had no reason to touch him. He may have come from a mafia family, but he had cut ties with them and built his own name in the business world.No. I would find something i
ZaneAfter leaving Emma’s dessert bar, I drove straight to my second mansion —the one I used for my ‘business’ dealings. Now that Emma was living with me as my wife, I didn’t want her anywhere near the dark, brutal side of my world. She was too pure for that.As soon as I arrived, Miguel was already waiting at the entrance. Without a word, he turned and walked beside me into the house. He led me to the foyer, where my men were gathered. They greeted me as I sat down, their expressions tense.I glanced at my wristwatch, growing impatient. I didn’t want to be here —not tonight. I should be at home, waiting for Emma and the little ‘surprise’ she had planned for me.“Don Carlos is stepping out of line, boss.” One of my men finally spoke, breaking the silence.I lifted my gaze to meet them. I had expected this conversation the moment Miguel called me here, but that didn’t stop the anger from bubbling up again. I forced myself to keep it contained.“Did you fail to stop the delivery?” My vo
EmmaDetermined to boost my dessert bar’s popularity, I decided to try a marketing tip I had seen on the internet the next day. First, I created an Instagram account and started posting pictures of our desserts. They were pictures of beautifully plated pastries, creamy cheesecakes, and chocolate-drizzled delights. To make things more fun and engaging, Eleanor and I took a few selfies, making goofy, silly, and cute faces while holding some of the desserts.Under each post, we added hashtags to increase visibility. #SweetIndulgence #BestDessertsInTown #MadeWithLove #FreeTastingTodayThen, to attract foot traffic, we printed out colorful flyers and planned to distribute them to passersby, inviting them in for a free tasting in the bar. From what I had read, my launch event had been a grand affair, mostly catering to elites. But I wanted to make sure everyday people —the kind who might become my most loyal customers— also got to experience my desserts.So, while I waited inside, hopin
EmmaOh my God.Walking in on Asher and Rachel in such an intimate position was the last thing I ever expected to see tonight. Or ever.I had accepted Asher’s invitation not just because we had made up, but because I needed a break from Zane’s jealousy and the cold treatment he had been giving me since the charity event.Only to walk in on this.“Emma.” Asher called my name, his voice heavy with shock. He quickly pushed Rachel away and fumbled to fasten his belt as he shoved his cock back into his trousers.Rachel’s head snapped toward me, her face frozen in surprise and her lips slightly parted.“I… um…” I stammered, struggling to decide how to react. Asher wasn’t my boyfriend anymore, neither was he my husband. So, I had no right to be upset. But seeing my best friend on her knees with her mouth around his cock, giving him one hungry blow job was impossible to wipe off my memories. And somehow, it upset me slightly, no matter how I tried to deny it. Forcing a small smile, I clear
AsherI placed the last plate on the kitchen table, stepping back to admire the meal I had just finished preparing. The spicy aroma filling the air, caused a small smile to cross my lips. I was still wearing my suit trousers, but my shirt and jacket had been discarded the moment I got home. Although I was quite a good cook, I never really enjoyed it. But tonight was special.Emma was coming over for dinner.I had texted her last night, inviting her over after she left the charity event with Zane. Surprisingly, she had agreed. I bit down on my lower lip as I smiled again, shaking my head at myself. It was almost ridiculous how easily she could get to me, how all the anger and heartbreak from the past seemed to fade the moment she lowered her guard and apologized.She had broken me once —shattered me back in Boston. And yet, here I was, chasing after the smallest opportunity to be with her again.I wasn’t the kind of guy to fall in love easily. In fact, before Emma, I had never truly
Zane Asher Domínguez. That fucking bastard.I should kill him. I really should. And then, sendhis head to his father’s billionaire estate as a warning and start a war that had been long overdue.How dare he get so close to my woman? The nerves! Didn’t he know who I was?I was Zane Mendoza! The most ruthless, unforgiving, mafia boss in the entire city. No one dared mess with something that was mine…A sharp nudge to my hand snapped me out of my thoughts.“Psst! Psst!”I turned my head to see Sanchez grinning at me, his curious eyes narrowing as he leaned in.“You good?” he asked.I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat to sit up straighter.We were in the middle of a board meeting, but my mind had been elsewhere —on Emma and Asher.Yesterday, I overheard my chauffeur answering a call from her. When I questioned him, he told me she had called to be picked up from a charity event.A charity event. She had never mentioned anything about a charity event to me. Only thing she told me was
EmmaThe next day, I attended the charity event with Asher. I didn’t tell Zane, knowing exactly how he would react. If he found out, I was certain his controlling ass could try to chain me to the bed so that I wouldn’t go out.So, I told him a small lie —I said I was going to the dessert bar. From there, Asher picked me up, and we arrived at the venue together.As we stepped into the grand ballroom, my eyes were drawn to the crystal chandeliers casting a golden glow over the room. Elegantly dressed guests clinked their champagne glasses as soft violin music played in the background.“You still haven’t told me why you insisted I come with you.” I said, politely declining a glass of wine offered by a passing waiter.Asher smiled, casually shaking hands with a few people. “Because this was the only way I could get some real time with you since you’re so determined to avoid me.”I scoffed, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for his tricks just because I was desperate to save