I felt tense with unspoken emotions as I waited for the arrival of my mother, Adam and Brave. I had been nervous all day, hoping that this meeting would help mend the strained relationship with Adam, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread.As the doorbell rang, My heart raced. I rushed to answer it, and there stood my mother, her appearance becoming stronger. Braven was the first to step inside, his face lighting up as he saw me. He jumped at me and gave me a warm hug."Addie, I've missed you," Braven said, grinning. I smiled, feeling choked with emotion. "I've missed you too, Braven." I led them to the living room where Arden was waiting, talking to someone on the phone. I turned to Adam. He remained distant, standing a few steps behind, his eyes avoiding my gaze. He only greeted me with a curt nod. My heart sank, but I tried to smile. My mother, sensing the tension in the room, tried to diffuse it with a warm smile. "It's good to see all my children together again," she
"I'm sorry for being a jerk," Adam admitted, his voice laced with genuine regret.I started to speak again, wanting to take some of the blame off him, but he held up his hand to stop me."No, let me finish," he insisted, meeting my eyes. "I should have been more understanding and supportive when you came back. I let my anger and fear get the best of me, and I pushed you away when you needed me the most."I listened, my heart aching at his words. It was a side of Adam I hadn't seen in a long time — vulnerability and humility."I didn't give you a chance to explain, to make amends," he continued. Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. "I'm so sorry too," I said softly. "I should have communicated better, and I shouldn't have hidden things from you. I want to make things right as well."He reached out and placed a hand on mine. "What you did was brave." "What I did was unethical. It was wrong, but I thought it was the only way. I can't say I regretted it because it prolonged our mothe
ARDEN "Where's Addison?" I asked Adam, noting the furrow in his brow. "The woman said you called for him...shit!" he exclaimed, hastily standing up from his table. My heart raced as I followed Adam's lead, a sense of urgency gripping me. I knew something was wrong when I saw Adam was alone at the table. Adam and I rushed through the corridors of the building. My heart drummed with each step. The air was thick with tension, and the sense of urgency hung heavy in the atmosphere. "Did she say where she was taking Addison?" I asked, my voice tense. Adam shook his head, his worry evident. "No, she just said you were waiting for him." We reached the door of the stockroom, and I pushed it open with a sense of dread. The room was dimly lit, and my eyes quickly scanned the area. It was empty. "Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned to Adam, urgency in my voice. "Describe the woman to me. What did she look like?" I almost growled the question,
Disoriented, he stumbled backward, clutching his head in pain, before ending up on his knees, desperately trying to shake off the dizziness that had overtaken him."Seriously, I'm not gonna say it again. Where. Is. The. Woman?" I growled, my impatience evident in my tone.The man struggled to regain his composure, his eyes darting around the dimly lit warehouse as he desperately tried to gather his thoughts."She's... gone," he finally stammered out, his voice shaky. "Hernandez's men took her. We were just following orders."I clenched my fists in frustration, the anger inside me burning like wildfire. My attention shifted to the woman, and I carefully studied her features. She matched the description Adam had given me."Don't even think about making a move, or I won't hesitate to shoot you," I warned, my voice dripping with ice. I tightened my grip on the woman's hair, causing her to groan in pain. It was time to get some answers.The woman winced as the pressure on her hair increase
The events of that week had left a mark on her, one that I knew she couldn't easily shake. The danger, the fear, and the uncertainty opened her eyes to the dangers that arose from her involvement with Hernandez. Hernandez and his team were given a second opportunity, on the condition that his establishment would not exploit individuals of any gender or age. Rick decided that Hernandez would be a valuable connection and serve as an example to others who may opt for change instead of death."So what should I call you? Ethan or Arden?" she asked, tapping her fingers on my bare chest. I shared everything about myself and answered all her questions."Arden, that is how you know me," I told her. I could see the curiosity in her eyes as she traced her fingers lightly across my chest. Did this woman have any idea that such a simple touch stirred my cock under my sweatpants?"Arden," she repeated."That's the name that holds my true identity. Ethan is just another mask I wear to protect mysel
CARISSAShifting nervously on my feet, I couldn't help but feel the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach as I prepared myself to meet the man himself. The guards at the gate had allowed me in, and now I stood outside his door, feeling anxious. Who wouldn't be nervous? Daxon Cervantes was inside this house! And according to his mother, he wasn't thrilled about welcoming any visitors, and was not at all pleased to welcome me in his house!But the amount of money this job offered was too good to refuse. I was amazed when Mrs. Cervantes deposited half the amount into my account. It was an answered prayer, and once I succeeded in helping her son reclaim his life, she would deposit the remaining balance.But what was the job exactly?Mrs. Cervantes approached me a week ago, saying her son needed someone to watch over him. Babysitting, she called it. Who was she kidding? Her son was the heir to the Cervantes Empire. And me? A babysitter? She might as well hire a hostess for him.However
DAX"Where are we going?" Her round amethyst eyes held a suspicious glint as she got inside the car. I had simply told her to be ready, and she had swiftly changed into jeans and a loose shirt. Her straight caramel-brown hair was unstyled, cascading freely over her shoulders. This woman exuded simplicity, and it didn't sit well with me.Don't compare, Dax. Ignoring her question, I pulled out of the driveway. She crossed her arms, her expression grim, her plump lips set into a thin line. As we drove through the city, her gaze flickered between the passing scenery and me. I could see the questions above her head. Part of me wanted to offer an explanation, but this was her job, wasn't it?"So, do you make it a habit of dragging people into your spontaneous adventures?" she asked, her tone mocking."When she's paid to do it, then yes."She rolled her eyes, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed. "Paid or not, I still deserve to know what I'm getting into."After two weeks of living with thi
CARISSA"Why would you do that?" I shot him a disbelief look. "That photo they snapped as I hopped out of the car earlier makes it look like I'm some kind of accomplice in your breakup drama."My blood was boiling, and I couldn't hide my anger. That photo angle was way too cozy for comfort, and it was messing with his already complicated situation.I let my frustration bubble up. Seriously, what was he thinking? The media and all those folks who had no clue who I was would probably think I had something to do with his epic breakup with his ex. I mean, come on!"You can always go back. Pack your things and go home. End of the story." He said, watching me with a bored look on his face.His dismissive tone fueled my frustration even more. Did he really think he could just brush off the whole thing with a casual "end of the story"?"You know what, Mr. Cervantes?" I shot back at him, however, my tone controlled. "I can't just pack up and go home. And if you think it's the end of the story,
"Too deep! Ah! Dax!" I cried out, feeling the intense pressure as his cock met my cervix, setting off a whirlwind of sensations. My legs were draped over his shoulders, his sturdy hands firmly gripping my hips, pulling me deeper into him. Desperately, I clung to the edges of his desk, the creaking of the table beneath us along with the lewd sounds echoing in the room.This man was strong, and he was not holding me like a delicate glass that could break in his hands, instead, he seemed to enjoy watching me slowly breaking and shaking with pleasure in his arms."You seem to forget my name, Princess?" he growled into my ear, licking the shell. I involuntarily clenched, moaning as delicious shudders bit my skin. His deep voice made me weak, letting me feel his dominance taking hold. "Daddy," he commanded, the word dripping with authority. His hands tightened on my hips, and he quickened the pace, the forceful rhythm of our entwined bodies creating an electrifying sensation. Each thrust pu
"Now take your panties off for Daddy," His words sent a devilish squirm through my body. My nipples hardened and my mouth parted in ecstasy. I felt so alive, and so turned on. His words were strangely captivating. This was his kinky side I never imagined. And even if I tried to deny my reaction, the wetness down below me couldn't hide the fact that his command Trembling, I stepped out of my panties and let them fall to the floor.His eyes were glowing with desire, as he took in every inch of me. His hands moved to trace my wetness, sending a spark to my clit. His other hand teased my inner thigh and I moaned, arching my back in anticipation. He moved closer and I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. I yelped when he lifted me back on the table but drank my noises when his lips caught mine into a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, growling a sound that sunk through my skin. He was like an animal deprived of water. He was devouring me like I was his last feast.
I didn't realize how fast he was, but I was already held in his tight unyielding grip. His fingers tightened around my arms, stopping me from leaving the room. "Stop," he growled. It was a command that brought me to an abrupt halt. His tone gave me no room for argument."Daxton!" Caroline's voice whined behind him. "You don't need her anymore. I will break up with Jovan. I love you." She said in a heartrending voice, making me feel worse than seeing him on his lap. I couldn't meet Dax's eyes. I didn't want to witness his reaction to Caroline's confession. He could now return to her arms again, leaving me with a heavy heart. It was heart-wrenching, but what could I do? What we had had all been an act, a facade. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean...to interrupt, Dax," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I thought... I thought you were not busy, so I..." I cleared my throat, my gaze fixed on the button of his crisp white shirt, my fingers fidgeting nervously. "I dropped by. Sorry."My breath cau
The internet speculated about what happened that night again. The candid photo of the three of us, taken during a moment of Caroline's tears, had made its way online, sparking a flurry of comments and speculations. As I scrolled through the comments, the words of strangers on the internet seemed to hold a surprising weight. Some people had already cast their judgments, labeling me as the "loser" in this tangled relationship. Poor me. They speculated that Dax and Caroline would inevitably get back together, leaving me as the unfortunate casualty of their story.There were those who lashed out at Caroline, calling her a fake and a liar, suggesting that her past actions had tainted her reputation beyond repair. The online world was a harsh judge, anyone would be judged anyway. The internet could be relentless, and the reality was everyone had an opinion about everyone's lives and the choices they made, something we had no control over. After my visit home, I decided to make a stop at
"Good girl," he praised, his words sending a delicious buzz up my neck. Why did a simple phrase could make me feel hot and bothered?"Now, on your knees, Carissa," he commanded, sounding so dominant. And without hesitation, I dropped to my knees before him, my heart hammering in my chest. "Unzip me," he ordered, his voice a low, husky growl.The thought made my hands tremble. His body seemed to flinch when my hand grazed his skin. I slowly unzipped his pants. I instantly let out a moan at the sight of him, long and hard, stiff and with pre-cum glinting against the light. The sight made my lips parched. "You're big," I couldn't help but comment, watching the veins around his length pulsate with need.He let out a low, appreciative chuckle at my comment. "You have no idea, princess," he replied, his voice thick with desire. His hands moved to gently cup my face, his thumb brushing my lips in a sensual caress. "But don't worry, it'll fit. Take it like a good girl,"My lower abdomen tig
We walked inside the house, the tension thick in the air. The anticipation and tension that had simmered between us in the limousine seemed to follow us. The atmosphere inside the house felt different. I could feel his warmth trailing behind me. I felt his eyes undressing me like a physical caress, tracing over the contours of my body. "I...I'm going to my room now," I told him, but my voice came out breathless. His pupils dilated, dark desire flickering in his eyes as he took a slow, deliberate inhale."Are you telling me so I will follow you?" he replied, his voice husky with lust.I bit down on my lip. The desire that pulsed between us was undeniable, so I smiled seductively as I turned to head to my room. "I need help to get this dress off me." In an instant, Dax's desire ignited, and he lifted me from the ground, his strong arms cradling me as he carried me toward the living room instead. The suddenness of his actions sent a thrill of burning anticipation coursing through me
"So we met," were her first words as our eyes met in the mirror. "Caroline,""You know my name," she chuckled softly. "Who wouldn't be?" Her smile was almost sneering. "I haven't introduced myself properly, I supposed," I told her. "I'm Daxton's girlfriend, Carissa," I said as I turned to her. Her eyes may have looked murderous but she was good at covering it up with a faked sweet smile. She leaned against the marble counter, her posture exuding confidence that bordered on arrogance."Daxton's girlfriend, huh?" her words laced with a subtle challenge.I maintained my composure, offering her a polite but steely smile. "Yes, that's right. We've been together for a while now."Caroline's lips curled into a sardonic grin. "Well, that's certainly a surprise, considering Daxton never struck me as the 'settling down' type.""Is that the reason why you cheated?" I said and that seemed to catch her by surprise. She exhaled rather furiously. And why did I enjoy that? I just met her, but sh
The surgery had gone well, and my father was resting peacefully. The beeping of the monitoring equipment was the only noise I could hear in the quiet room.I sat by my father's bedside, my fingers gently intertwined with his. I watched his chest rise and fall with each steady breath, a small smile of gratitude tugging at the corners of my lips. It was a moment I had feared might never come, and yet, here we were.A nurse entered the room, checking the monitors and assessing my father's condition. She offered me a reassuring smile. "He's doing great. The surgery was a success. He'll need some time to recover, but he's on the right track."Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded, my voice choked with emotion. "Thank you. Thank you so much."The nurse patted my shoulder gently before leaving the room.I felt a profound sense of gratitude, not only for the medical team who had saved my father's life but also for Daxton. After I said yes to his proposal, he quickly arranged everything. And
"What do you want to talk about?" He put down the book he was reading and eyed me, his eyes lingering on my hips as if checking if I were okay. Deep in those eyes, I could see something I couldn't make out. He cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from me and returning it to the book on his lap. "I want to make a proposal, Carissa." He patted the space next to him. "Sit." I hesitated for a moment, then decided to oblige, taking a seat beside him on the vintage couch. The proximity was uncomfortably strange for me. Strange because it was making me hot especially what had just happened in my room. He'd seen everything!"What proposal?" I asked, curious. He paused for a moment as if carefully choosing his words. "If you've seen online, and I think you have," he began, his eyes intense, "people are curious about us. They've painted a certain picture, and I think it's time we take control of that narrative."I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.Dax's lips curled into a