Ava's body ached as she made her way to the guest wing of the penthouse. The bustle of her shift at the restaurant had drained her, and she was acutely aware of every strained muscle. The evening's unexpected events and the whirlwind tour of Carver's luxurious penthouse had added to her fatigue. She yearned for solitude and relaxation, a break from the excitement and novelty of the day. Opening the door to her suite, she was immediately struck by the sight of her belongings, meticulously arranged in the spacious room. Her clothes were neatly hung in the closet. Her toiletries set out on the bathroom counter, much like they had been at the hotel. A smile crossed her lips as she noticed her favorite books on the nightstand. A clear, poignant reminder that Carver had paid attention when she'd mentioned them in passing. His thoughtfulness in remembering such a small detail made her feel seen. Seen and wanted. She paused, her mind reeling at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. Carver had
Outside, the city's lights were muted, casting an eerie glow that added to Carver's sense of disconnect from the world. The penthouse, high above the chaos of daily life, was his sanctuary. Yet, as he sat in the leather-clad chair, he felt a pull towards something he knew he shouldn't do. He fought it for a moment longer. His mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but his desire won the battle. With a resigned sigh, he clicked on the screen, activating the security cameras. Ava's image appeared, graceful and mesmerizing, captured in a private moment in her bath. Carver's breath caught, his body stiffening as he watched her. Her every movement was captivating, the way her fingers caressed her core, the intensity in her eyes as she worked her fingertips in and out. He found himself wishing, with an intensity that startled him, that he could be there to help her, to give her the type of pleasure he knew. He could almost feel her skin under his fingers, hear the soft sigh of pleasure
The next morning, Carver awoke with a sense of dread, the events of the previous night casting a shadow over his thoughts. The room was filled with the soft glow of the morning sun, casting long, haunting shadows that seemed to dance and flicker. Each one a reflection of his inner turmoil.He rose from the bed. His movements were slow and deliberate, his body weighed down by guilt and regret. The room was a mess, a tangible reminder of his weakness. His surrender to temptation. He glanced at the floor, his eyes drawn to the evidence of his transgression. His heart pounded in his chest, a rapid, unsteady rhythm that matched the chaos in his mind.With a grim determination, he set about cleaning up. The task was both physical and symbolic, a way to cleanse himself. To wipe away the stain of his actions. He worked methodically, his thoughts consumed by Ava. The way she had looked, the sound of her voice, the connection they had shared.Finally, the room was clean, the evidence erased. Th
Ava and Carver found themselves seated on the roof of his building. The sun was painting golden highlights on the nearby buildings as they enjoyed their breakfast. The rooftop setting had been transformed into a luxurious garden with neatly arranged planters, sculptures, and a glass table with ornate chairs. It offered a picturesque view of the city.A silence had settled between them after their initial pleasantries, and Ava used the opportunity to study Carver, taking note of the confidence he exuded. His eyes, however, held an inexplicable depth that seemed to beckon her to delve into his soul. Sensing her gaze, Carver looked up, his eyes meeting hers, inviting her curiosity."So, Carver, tell me something," Ava began, her voice soft and thoughtful. "Exactly how old are you?""I'm 31," he replied with a chuckle. "Feeling young yet, baby girl?""Hardly!" she laughed, shaking her head. "You have the energy of someone much younger. I'd say, 23. Max."His eyes sparkled at her complimen
Ava's first day at Troy Enterprises was filled with both anticipation and a touch of anxiety. As she walked through the doors into the bustling office, she was acutely aware that this new chapter of her life would be unlike anything she'd experienced or been a part of.Upon arrival, Ava was met by her Supervisor, Lana, a stern, no-nonsense woman with a keen eye that seemed to cut right through Ava's apprehension."Good morning, Ava," Lana said sharply while extending her hand. "Welcome to the team. Let me introduce you to the others."Ava smiled, grateful for the welcome, yet unable to shake the feeling that Lana was judging literally her every move.The first person Lana introduced was Erica, a young copywriter with an air of innocence. She also had a penchant for natural living."Ava, our n-new tea-teammate," Erica said, her eyes twinkling. "W-welcome.""Thank you, Erica," Ava replied, touched by the warmth in the young woman's eyes. There was an earnestness about Erica that drew Av
Ava's heart raced as she considered Carver's proposal. A mixture of excitement and trepidation was swirling within her, pooling low in her stomach. Finally, with a challenging glint in her eyes, she agreed, "All right, let's see who wins."Carver slowly smirked before straightening his back. Now the game was serious.They immersed themselves in the game, and though Ava tried her best, she soon found herself trapped by Carver's clever moves. The board seemed to represent something far more profound than a simple chess match between them. In a surprisingly short time, she lost, and the anticipation that had been building reached its crescendo in her stomach.Carver's face softened as he looked at her, his eyes sparking with desire. Slowly, he leaned in, and their lips met in a soft kiss.It was an electrifying connection, as if a current passed between them. The sensation was unlike anything Ava had ever felt, her entire body responding to his touch.Oddly, his lips were the only part o
Returning home from work, Ava found herself with a jumble of emotions and an acute awareness of Carver's mysterious behavior. She knew she needed to distract herself, and her leftover assignments from her first day at work seemed like the perfect opportunity.Despite the exhaustion settling in her bones, she decided to stay awake and delve into her work. Her first assignment was writing copy for a 360 virtual tour of a high-rise apartment model from one of Carver's new projects. She set up her workspace, her mind already beginning to weave the words together.As she immersed herself in the details of the project, she couldn't help but be impressed with the elegance and innovation of Carver's design. The apartment model was an epitome of luxury, boasting panoramic views of the city, sleek modern furnishings, and intricate architectural nuances that spoke of impeccable taste and creativity. Each room was a symphony of form and function, and Ava found herself enthralled by the prospect o
Ava's disappearance left a silence in the penthouse, a void that seemed to grow with each passing second. She'd told Peyton she was going to the roof to work, and at first, nobody questioned it. Five, six hours passed, but she was nowhere to be found.Carver's initial worry turned into a gnawing panic. Something was wrong. Deep in his gut, he felt it. He knew Ava. He was beginning to know her in ways he hadn't expected. In ways that confused and excited him. She was different, not like the others. Not like his former submissives. There was something in her eyes, something in her smile that tugged at his heart. Something that scared him.He couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened, something terrible. His breath came in short, sharp bursts as he pulled up the surveillance videos, his hands shaking as he traced her movements through the penthouse the night before.He watched her in the office, her face pale, her hands shaking as she looked at the files. He watched her pack