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2025-04-27 23:24:55Amara
She was shaking when she arrived at her office. Every part of her screamed at her to turn around and leave, to leave this building and never come back. But she couldn't. She needed this job. Needed the safety of knowing that she wasn't going to be living on the streets. What she wouldn't give to be able to catch her breath, gather herself. But she didn't even get that. Not with all the blasted glass. Anyone passing by her office would see her shattering.
She hated this setup already.
She closed the door quietly, despite not having needed to. Take a breath, she let her gaze traverse the office. Smaller than Leo's but as contemporary. Stainless steel desk, leathered office chair, two guest chairs before her own, and small seating area consisting of an armchair and coffee table. Not awful. Had there not been the glass walls, she might almost have enjoyed it.
As she was approaching her desk, a head poked out from beneath it, and she let out a startled gasp.
The head laughed—a warm, deep rumble that she couldn't help but join in.
"I'm Stewart from IT," the man explained to her with a smile. "Sorry to scare you. Figured you knew I was in here."
Right. Leo had informed her that he was going to supply her systems. But amidst all the rush, she had completely forgotten. She was thankful, in that moment, for the glass. She would have probably been hyperventilating on the door if the walls were not hollow.
"I'm Amara," she announced, repeating his smile. "Leo said you'd show up but I hadn't expected you to surprise me out like that."
"Almost done," Stewart said. "Why don't you go get a coffee and wait? The kitchen is down the hall."
Coffee sounded like a good idea. Anything to calm her nerves. "Want one?" she asked.
"Would love one. Cream, no sugar."
Amara nodded, placing her bag and coat on one of the armchairs, and stepped out into the hall. To the kitchen—a big room with tables and chairs, clearly a break room—by Stewart's directions, she made her way. She noticed a pot of coffee, still warm, and poured two cups. For the first time since she went into the building, she felt herself breathe.
Out of Leo's sight, she was fine. She was focused. She did not regret what she had said to him before. He deserved it. He had tormented her for years. If anything, she had coddled him.
Stewart was no longer ducking behind her desk by the time she arrived at her office. He was sitting in her chair, typing furiously on her keyboard. He smiled when he caught sight of her entering.
“Shouldn’t be much longer,” he said as she handed him his coffee. “Thanks.”
She settled into one of the guest chairs. “So, what’s it like working here?”
“It’s hell,” Stewart deadpanned. “Everyone’s awful, and Mr. Joe is the worst boss I’ve ever had. Always yelling and cursing.”
Amara’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at him, wide-eyed.
Stewart burst into laughter. “Relax, Amara. I’m kidding. Everyone’s great, and Leo’s a good guy—as long as you’re doing your job.”
“Oh.” She let out a relieved laugh. Of course. As if he would say anything bad even if it were true.
By the time Stewart had prepared her computer, they had already chatted about a range of topics. She learned that he was a sports fan, had just ended a long-term relationship, and had a two-year-old son named Mason. He learned that she was free and not looking for anything serious.
She concluded that she enjoyed Stewart. If everyone in the office were as laid back as him, adjusting would not be terrible.
The office door swung open abruptly.
Amara turned to observe Leo entering. He had not knocked. Point noted.
"Stewart. How is it going?"
"Another hour or so," Stewart responded.
If Stewart was tense with the CEO, he didn't let on. He even drew Leo into their discussion. "We were just discussing how difficult dating is nowadays. It's rather slim pickings out there."
"Perhaps if you had some charm, it wouldn't be so terrible," Leo joked.
"If by charm you are referring to money, then yes," Stewart retorted. "Speaking of which, how about a raise?"
Leo laughed. "Not on your life, Stew. I don't need any more competition."
Amara's tension relaxed a little. Leo wasn't some tyrannical bully. His staff weren't intimidated by him. Maybe he had really changed. Or maybe Stewart hadn't seen the part of him that she had. There had been a lot of kids at school who thought Leo was hilarious and charming, while she had been the sensitive drama queen who couldn't cope with jokes.
There was a moment of silence, and Amara took the opportunity to steer the conversation back on track. "Did you need something?" she asked.
Stewart grinned. "Oh, she's going to keep you in line, Leo. No talking allowed."
Leo's dark eyes came to hers. A slow grin curved his lips. "I guess she's going to be riding me hard," he said softly.
Amara's breath caught. Heat rose to her cheeks.
Stewart laughed, not catching the undertone in Leo's words. "That is a shame. I was hoping to see you blush at least twice a day," Stewart added, smiling at Amara.
The computer beeped, and Stewart turned back to the screen. Leo took the opportunity to calm herself.
Leo hadn't changed. Not really. And she wasn't going to let herself forget it.
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Amara"Amara," says Leo.She looks over at him, tensing for what her body does. It does not disappoint. A shiver of awareness rushes through her at the sight of Leo's gaze."I thought since Stewart is still tied up, you could care to say hello to the secretaries and take a brief tour of the office.""Yes, of course," she rises, smiling, and turns again to Stewart. "It was nice meeting you.""You too, Amara," he greets happily. "I'll most likely still be here when you get back unless the tour goes through some of the city's tourist sites."She smiles and steps out of her office with Leo.He leads the way, with her having a great view of his back and butt. She is made to look away abruptly when she catches herself fantasizing about grabbing his butt, scratching him with her fingernails, and pressing his body against hers."So you get along well with Stewart," Leo says, turning to her over his shoulder.It's like he had caught her staring at him. She is smiling and greeting. "Yes. He see
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-27Seduced by His Touch 11
AmaraAmara thought her first day was going quite well so far. The only small blip had been Beatrice, who she could not decipher. She had no idea whether Beatrice had taken an instant dislike to her or whether she was trying to get in on the office banter and wasn't very skilled at it. Amara didn't let it worry her. It wasn't as though she would be working alongside her, and all the others she had met had been nothing but nice to her.She had picked up the diary system, and it was all straightforward stuff. She had put up some emails she had been asked to put up and phoned to set up meetings for Leo for the next week. She had even sat through a short meeting and taken minutes. She had to get them typed up that afternoon and on Leo's desk by the end of the day, and she also had a report to type up.The job was nothing she couldn't handle, although she knew the pace would quickly pick up once she got her first day under her belt. She was just eating a sandwich with Jess in the kitchen a
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-29Seduced by His Touch 12
LeoIt was a week now that Amara had been working at Baze, and Leo thought she was really starting to get into it. She was good at her job, always submitting her work on time and to a high standard, and she had even started to anticipate what he needed and do it before he needed to ask her, which was always a good sign in a personal assistant. She was fitting in well around the office, and everyone seemed to like her. More importantly, she was easing up around him, and he thought she was finally forgiving him and seeing that he had changed. Or maybe that was wishful thinking and she was merely being friendly towards him because he was her boss. In any event, it appeared to be a step in the right direction.As if summoning her by thinking of her, Leo looked up and Amara was standing in his office doorway. She wore a black trouser suit and a yellow blouse. He could not help but imagine himself ripping the buttons off her blouse and ripping it to the ground, pulling her trousers down and
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-29Seduced by His Touch 13
LeoWorking late proved to be a blessing for Leo. He had gotten through a set of those little things that he knew needed to get done but had been putting off in favor of more urgent issues. The office was nearly deserted by around six. It was Friday night, after all, and typically the only ones working late on a Friday night were those who had fallen behind for the week.By age seven, Leo had decided that Amara and he were the only individuals in the building. He had experienced this terrific warm feeling inside himself ever since, and he couldn't help but wonder what would happen tonight. He'd love to get up the courage to ask Amara out on a real date, and he'd even kiss her if she agreed to go out with him. In all honesty, he was hoping for much more than a kiss. He hoped to hold her in his arms and make her body feel great things. He hoped to show her that his mouth, which had once been used to shame her, could make her feel great as well as shame her. He hoped to show her how much
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-29Seduced by His Touch 14
AmaraAmara almost ran from Leo on Friday evening. She couldn't credit how close she had really come to letting her guard down with him. She had agreed to a drink with him, being well aware as anyone that more than a drink was in the pipeline. She had even started to assume that perhaps he had genuinely changed. And then she had gone to his office and caught Beatrice on her knees, seemingly providing him with a blow job.He had denied it—of course he had—but his cover story had been weak. If Beatrice had dropped some documents, wouldn't she have waited until he moved out of the way to actually pick them up? If she hadn't been giving him a blow job when Amara had walked in, it was only because Amara had caught them before she had even started.No surprise that she hated her. The fiasco over her diary show obviously hadn't been some form of hazing. Beatrice had envied Amara. She must have seen the way Leo looked at Amara and hadn't approved, so she had sabotaged her and made Leo questio
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-29Seduced by His Touch 15
AmaraThe office was strangely silent when Amara walked across the lobby. It was after eight, and the other employees had already left for the night. All except her and Leo, that is. He had asked her to work late tonight because there was a special client visiting for a meeting, and he wanted her to take the minutes for the meeting. He hadn't said so, but she knew he was anxious about the meeting. She had sensed that he thought the client was going to cut some of their services. He couldn't have been more wrong. The client had praised Baze over and over and, in turn, had walked in to review an expansion of his business as well as the solutions they would be able to provide for his new location. His biggest concern was data security in the new place, and despite most of the conversation going over her head, Leo had been able to provide a package he loved and he had signed up for it instantly. It had driven their sales on a monthly basis through the roof, and they were now way ahead of
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-29Seduced by His Touch 16
AmaraThe uncertainty was erased from Leo's face. All that Amara saw now was pure lust. His eyes darkened, and for a moment, he locked gazes with hers. She felt her pussy clench just looking at him.He leaned in and kissed her, and this time there was no tenderness in their kiss. Their lips came together in an almost desperate kiss, their bodies yearning for each other.His arm stayed around her waist, and he put his hand on her lower back, pulling her in toward him. She could feel his chest against hers, the hard muscle unyielding. He shoved his other hand into her hair as his tongue brushed against hers. She felt like she'd been unleashed, and her hands roamed over Leo's body, up and down his back and over his ass. All the pent-up desire, the desire to have Leo's hands on her, was coming to the surface, and she had to have him. She had to feel him inside her.His fingers caressed down her body, and he massaged them against her ass. He balled his hands into fists, bunching her skirt
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-29Seduced by His Touch 17
LeoLeo returned home the previous night with a strange mix of elated and frustrated. Elated that something finally happened between him and Amara and frustrated that they didn't have a chance to complete what they had started. He was also a little shaken that she would not even speak to him after. She hadn't even looked at him. But he was sure that he hadn't forced anything on her. She was the one to initiate it, and he recognized that look in her eye when she kissed him wasn't for show. She had wanted him.Now that he had experienced a little taste of what Amara and he could be as a couple, now that he had witnessed for sure that she wanted him like he wanted her, he was more determined than ever to have her. He had tossed and turned most of last night, his thoughts filled with visions of Amara. He had jerked off twice to fantasies of Amara, remembering the sensation of her pussy in his hand, warm and wet with need. It hadn't done the trick. It hadn't released the frustration from h
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-29
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The sun late last morning seeped in through the lace curtains of the Hart dinner room, lighting up the honey-colored light on the lengthy oak table. Roses and hydrangeas—Maria's new discovery at the greenhouse—seasoned the table in soft blues and pinks, their petals vibrating like the softness of applause. At the head sat Leo, his silver hair shining with the light, a satisfied smile tempered with the ache of remembrance. At his side, Maria put a hand on her swelling belly, eyes aglow with expectation for the daughter soon to be in her arms. The room vibrated with muted anticipation as family and very close friends gathered, each chair holding a sprig of lavender for Ruth—a soft reminder of the sister and mother whose absence had been as keen as her presence had ever been.Liana arrived in a dove-gray chiffon dress, the fabric streaming around her ankles like a promise. Her engagement ring, a white gold and moonstone thin band, shone on her left hand. Alex stood to greet her, his navy
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The air was crisp with promise for new beginnings as Liana walked onto the velvety lawn of Leo and Maria's garden, now transformed into a wedding pavilion beneath the limbs of an ancient acacia. Fairy lights were enmeshed in the boughs, their gentle radiance intertwining with the break of dawn. The scent of jasmine floated over the guests—friends and relatives who had traveled from distant continents to witness this simple, tearful ritual. White folding chairs lined the aisle, one atop the other, each covered with a lone sprig of lavender, the favorite of Ruth. At the aisle's far end, a simple arch of driftwood adorned with roses and wildflowers awaited the vacant altar.Liana stopped at the edge of the seats, her heartbeat vibrating through the pool-blue silk of her dress. She smoothed out the silk, fingers against the soft sheen as she gazed about. The grass sloped down slowly to a wandering stream, where lilies floated like gentle sentinels. On the other side, the profile of the es
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Liana woke to the ever‐present hum of morning traffic filtering through her apartment building's floor‐to‐ceiling windows. Glass skyscrapers glimmered in the predawn light: sentinels stabbing the sky in a troubled world. She stretched, letting the familiar pounding pain of a morning after late‐night planning sessions seep into memory. Twenty years old, Liana Coleman had built a life forged by purpose. Her social enterprise—BrightPath Collaborations—had grown from an embryonic idea into a successful network of artisan cooperatives and survivor mentorship programs on three continents. Daily, there were fresh requests: online meetings with Accra-based partners, sustainability packaging design revisions, negotiations to reduce carbon signatures with shipping partners. But beneath the whirlwind activity, she felt grounded in the knowledge that each decision was affecting real people's lives.She padded across the living room to her computer, where Skype's gentle glow awaited. The screen di
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Sunbeams streamerd through floor-to-ceiling windows of their beachside apartment, illuminating white walls with gold. Liana folded her legs across the divan, piles of crisp, neatly folded paper résumé clustered about her like sailors on seas untroubled. The salty air poured through open doors from the balcony, and Liana breathed, her gaze wandering to a flock of wheeling gulls against pale blue. And today, all that was waiting: the world poised to halt in its tracks to ask: next, where?Alex emerged from their bedroom, his hair rumpled from sleep and eyes aglow with curiosity. He carried two cups of coffee-dark roast, no sugar, the way Liana liked it on challenging days. He knelt beside her, extending one of the cups. "So what's the diagnosis?" he whispered, tracing his fingers over the ceramic to warm them.Liana cradled the cup and watched the steam swirl. “I’ve been offered two paths,” she said, voice measured. “One is to return home, help Leo steer the family business. The other…
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Sunbeams streamed down the high ceilings of the convocation hall through the tall windows, bathing its polished oak benches in a warm golden light. Tiers of graduating students, radiant in midnight-blue gowns and tasselled silver mortarboards, sat in stifled anticipation. Liana's heart pounded wildly like a caged bird when she smoothed out her gown, fingernails brushing the university seal embossed on her programme. Today she would stride across this stage proudly—Latin honors whispered on invitations, welcome messages, and all-nighters spent reading. But beneath all her pride a river of feeling ran: memories' pain, the absence of her mother's hand on her shoulder, and the knowledge that Ruth's presence haunted every still corner of this auditorium.Alex stood at the back, his lanky frame unwavering amidst the swirling tide of family and friends. He had driven down the night before, trading business meetings for a beach weekend, all for the privilege of witnessing this moment. His cha
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Seduced by His Touch CHAPTER 126
Morning light streamed through colored-glass windows in the foyer of the Hart estate, creating rainbows on the marble floor. Liana stood next to the towering oak door, hand on the brass doorknob that had been warmed by a thousand of her mother's hands. Behind her, each portrait of ancestors, every molded strip under the ceiling, whispered history. She found one white rose on a small table next to her trunks—a dawn gift of Alex wrapped in silken tissue paper. She breathed the combined scents of lavender and varnished wood as she closed her eyes, observing every small thing.Before she left the estate, Liana had slipped into her childhood bedroom again, where the wallpaper still had the old design of golden lilies. She stood beside her old dresser, runes of her own childlike script under a few mirror scratches. Her beloved hand-me-down porcelain doll stood leaning on the windowsill, dress sun-faded from years of sunlight. Liana picked it up, held it for a moment, and put it back as if s
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Seduced by His Touch CHAPTER 124
Liana awoke to the sunlight filtering through the alabaster curtains, painting the walls of the spacious bedroom in stripes of gold. Her nineteenth birthday had arrived in quiet splendor, and even the roses set in the silver vase on her nightstand seemed to lean toward the light in celebration. She lay for a moment, listening to the subtle hum of the house: the distant clink of crystal glasses being set in the dining hall, the muted whisper of servants setting floral garlands on the stairs, and beneath it all, a steady thrum of anticipation.Slipping from beneath the ivory sheets, Liana padded to the window, toes skimming the cool marble floor. Outside, the courtyard had been transformed overnight: pearled linens on the tables, bunches of peony and lavender flowers tangled in wrought-iron chairs, lanterns suspended from the ancient oak, their glass coverings sparkling like fireflies captured. Guests would arrive at noon—family, near friends, and mentors from the foundation—but for now
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