Lost in my thoughts, Mattias's voice broke through. “Lucas, what do you want?”What do I want? I couldn't say anything, not to Mattias. I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my neck.I turned to Mattias; he lifted a brow, waiting to hear from me. I looked down at their hands held together. (That sting again!)I hissed softly and turned back to the door, then back at Mattias, his brow still raised. “Uh, I— I heard voices, so I came in to check on— you know what, never mind,” I said, turning to leave.I returned to my office, wondering why I acted so stupidly. Was I scared of Mattias? Did his threat get to me? I can't let that happen… MATTIAS'S POVAfter Lucas walked out of the office, he forgot to close the door, so I left Shimma's hand and walked over to lock it.I turned back to her; she hadn't moved from her spot. Looking down at her beautiful face, I planted a kiss on her forehead. I felt her body vibrate a little, and it gave me pleasure.“Shimma,” I said, looking str
SHIMMA.“So, what do you say?” Mr. Mattias asked me. I released a heavy sigh, turning away for a quick second as my mind raced with thoughts.How do I tell my dad? What do I tell him? How would he take it? Would he approve of this?I looked back at Mr. Mattias, his eyes filled with curiosity. Slowly, I nodded my head as I watched his curious gaze shift to one of amusement.“Really?” he asked. I responded with a warm smile, even though deep down I was anxious about what would happen when I told my father that I was in love with his best friend.“Yes, babe, but we have to wait until the weekend—on Sunday, when you come over to my place. How about that?” I asked, and he nodded, a smirk on his lips. “That is fine, babe. Sunday is fine,” he replied.---**A DAY TO SUNDAY; SATURDAY.**For the past few days, I couldn’t stop thinking about how tomorrow was going to turn out. How he was going to react to the situation.“Shimma,” Mr. Mattias’s voice broke me from my thoughts. I looked away from
“Like your shirt?” I asked, and he nodded.“Uhh, okay,” I said nervously. I hadn't worn any of my ex's clothes before, let alone Mr. Mattias's.“Alright, you can go upstairs and take your bath; I'll bring it to your room,” he said. I nodded.I was about to take a step when he called my name. “Shimma,” I paused, turning to face him. “You seem bothered. What's bothering you?” he asked, taking a step closer to me.He was right. A lot had been happening over the last few days, and tomorrow would determine whether my relationship with Mr. Mattias would continue.“Hmmmn?” Mr. Mattias cupped my face, bringing me from my thoughts to that moment. “It's nothing,” I mumbled. “Don't lie to me, Shimma. I know you're not fine. Since this week, tell me, what's wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone, a frown settling on his face.“It's tomorrow,” I said, looking deep into his eyes as I watched them darken, as if he had just unmasked the fear within them. “Look, Shimma, you do not have to worry ab
I smiled, bending to pick up the note as I read through it…“COME JOIN ME FOR DINNER. XOXO.” I smiled and dropped the note back on the bed. I picked up the shirt, my eyes running over it. It was twice as big as I had expected. I put it on, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. A chuckle escaped my lips because I looked like I was wearing a gown. Well, thankfully, I wasn't wearing any underwear.I made my way down the stairs as I approached the dining room. Mr. Mattias was setting the table when he turned to glance at me, his expression shifting from what it was to something totally different: Dangerous Desire.**MR. MATTIAS'S POV**After I had dropped my shirt on her bed with a short note, I quickly rushed to make dinner—my favorite meal, pasta. Although she doesn't know this, I'm sure she's going to be shocked at how random it is. But not until she tastes it.I can remember vividly the day I learned to cook pasta with my mother; I was eleven. I miss those times. I miss her.As I s
“Scary or dark romance?” he asked with a brow raised.“uhhh, D—D—Dark romance,” I said as I watched a devious smile cross his lips.A few moments later. the opening credits of a popular dark romance film began to roll. I nervously fidgeted with the folds of the oversized shirt I was wearing, feeling a sudden surge of vulnerability. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and I coukd feel my pussy throbbing hard.As the film progressed, I found myself becoming more and more absorbed in the passionate and intense relationship unfolding on the screen. My heart raced as the characters shared their first intimate moment, their eyes locked in a deep, meaningful gaze.I glanced up at Mr. Mattias. He, too, seemed captivated by the film, his eyes glued to the screen. I couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction towards him in that moment. He was handsome, intelligent, and mysterious - all qualities that I found incredibly alluring.His hand, initially resting lightly on my shoulder, drifted
Mr. Mattias's POV:The instant our lips connected, raw desire flooded through me. 'Finally, finally I get to taste her.' Her sweet surrender as she melted into the kiss drove me wild with need. The soft moan that escaped her lips sent fire racing through my veins. 'She's perfect, so, sonperfect.' Every fantasy I'd had about this moment couldn't compare to the reality of her in my arms. The way she responded, matching my passion, made me want to devour her completely. Her fingers in my hair, her body arching into mine - it was maddening, intoxicating. 'I want to memorize every inch of her.' The taste of her lips, the smell of her skin - it was like a drug, and I was already addicted. I needed more, needed all of her, needed to claim her completely as mine.SHIMMA'S POV.I Patted my legs, granting Mr Mattias easy access to my pussy. I wanted him to finger me. But he didn't. Instead he leaned over, parting my legs even wider for his lips to penetrate.“Shit,” I cursed, biting my lips
“Shimma, Shimma,” I woke up to the gentle sound of Mr Mattias's voice. Followed by a soft kiss on my forehead. “Wake up honey,” he said again, his voice above a whisper.I slowly opened my eyes to meet his charming blue eyes. “Good morning,” he said, his voice soft and gentle.“ I made breakfast, he said. My eyes lit open, I turned to the tray beside me. He made breakfast?!“You made breakfast?“ I asked, surprised. This wasn't the Mr Mattias I knew.“Yes,” he nodded. “You need to eat so that I can take you home, your mum called. I told her I would drop you home soon,” He said, placing the tray on my lap.In realization, my heart began to race. It's today. The day I tell my parents who the love of my life is. The day I let my Dad know I am in love with his best friend and he is in love with me.“Shimma, is everything alright?“ Mr Mattias asked, his brows furrowed.“Yeah, everything is fine,” I said, forcing out a smile. “What did you cook?“ I said, opening the covered plates. That was
I have never seen my father this angry before. But most of all, I have never seen him look at me with such disappointment in his eyes.“Mattias. What the hell are you doing with my daughter?” my father shouted, his voice a low growl as he stepped closer, his fists clenched at his sides.I took a step back, scared of what he might do. but Mr. Mattias stood his ground. “Derry, it’s not what you think—”Before Mr. Mattias could finish, my father’s fist connected with Mattias's jaw. The force of the punch sent him staggering back, but he quickly regained his footing, a look of shock crossing his face.“Derry, please listen to me,” Mattias said, his voice steady. “We were about to tell you the truth. Shimma and I—”“Truth?” my father spat, cutting him off. “I caught you sneaking around? And you're taking about thruth? You’re my best friend! How could you betray me like this?”“Derry, we were—” Mattias started again, but my father’s fury was relentless.“Shut up!” my father growled, his eye
I turned to stare at him, my eyes locked on his…"Then,” I paused, the question hitting me hard. “Then I’ll waituntil she’s ready. I just know she’s the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” I said, my phone buzzing with her text.SHIMMA’S POV.A FEW HOURS LATER.I couldn't stop staring at my reflection in the mirror. The short black dress hugged me perfectly, my hair was done just right, and my makeup—ugh, it was giving!I don’t know why I was this excited. Maybe it was because it had been months since I went out with Mr. Mattias, or maybe it was the fact that I was going to my dream country. Like, what?! I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but I was grateful for the excitement.Still gazing at myself, I heard my phone ring. My eyes drifted to the screen, and my heart fluttered at the sight of Mr. Mattias’s name.It was finally time to leave!“Hey babe,” I said, pressing my lips together because calling him that felt weird—I wasn’t used to it. “Babe? I like that,” he repli
“How about I come to you? Come on, tell me where you are…” My eyes widened, shock flickering in them. Why was he eager to see me?“Uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t think there is any need for that,” I said calmly, trying to be nice.“Wh—Why? I mean, we could talk about us. Trust me, I felt a connection between us then. But I know that if we had the time to get to know each other, we would have…”“No, I’m in love with Mattias,” I said, quickly cutting him off. “There wasn’t going to be any room for us then, and even now, I know and understand how you felt, but…”“But I still do. I still feel the same way I felt then for you. And no matter how hard I try to shove the feelings away, I can’t stop the way my heart beats rapidly anytime you cross my mind, or how restless I get knowing I need to talk to you, and how much risk I took trying to get your number just so that I could speak to you. Come on, Shimma, can’t you see we both have a chance together compared to Mattias? Your parents don’t even
SHIMMA’S POVI lay on my bed, unable to sleep. I couldn’t help but wonder why Mr. Mattias left in a hurry. Obviously, he had a message, and it could have been so important. But—I didn’t want him to leave. I want him with me right now. Shit.---The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm.The first thing that crossed my mind was my meeting with Mr. Mattias. Not just that; we were flying to the Maldives! I’ve always dreamt of going there with my partner. Who knew it would be Mr. Mattias, the man of my dreams?For some weird reason, I couldn’t contain my excitement.I wiped my eyes, yawning and stretching at the same time before stepping out of bed.Just as I was heading to the bathroom, my phone buzzed with a message. I quickly walked back, expecting it to be from Mr. Mattias, but it was a credit alert.I tapped on the alert, my eyes wide open as I stared at "One million dollars." No fucking way!I was still in shock when a message came in. It was from an unknown number, but r
MR. MATTIAS'S POVThe moment I walked out of Shimma's house, I took out my phone, pressing some numbers. The jeweler had just texted me, and I needed to act fast. I couldn't stop my heart from racing with excitement as I imagined the next step in my plan. I was fucking going to be a fiancé!“Hey, it’s Mattias,” I said when the jeweler picked up. “I’m on my way now. Bring out the most exquisite engagement ring you have.”“Of course, Mr. Mattias. We have some stunning pieces that just arrived,” he replied, his voice filled with amusement."Allright, see you soon," I said, hanging up.As I drove to the jewelry store, my mind swirled with images of Shimma. I envisioned her face lighting up when she saw the ring, the way her eyes would sparrk with surprise and joy. The moment she would say yes to me. The thought of it alone, made me both excited and impatient at the same time.Because this wasn’t just a ring; it was a promise, a commitment to a future I was ready to embrace—with her. My
We sat across from each other at the dining table. The smell of baked chicken filled the air.I watched Mr. Mattias take a bite; he shut his eyes, as if savoring not just the meal but the moment itself. A small smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a warmth spread through me, realizing how much I missed these simple, intimate dinners.“Delicious,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, pulling me from my thoughts. “You’ve always had a way with food.”I chuckled softly, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks. “It’s just chicken, but I’m glad you like it.”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze intense. “It’s not just the chicken. It’s you, Shimma. It’s being here with you. I’ve missed this—I’ve missed us.”I could see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes, an urgency that made my heart race.“I’ve missed us too,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But you know there are things we need to address… the past, the future.”He straightened, his expression sh
Mr. Mattias pulled up in front of my house, and I was seated right beside him in the passenger seat. I sat there speechless, unable to utter a word. Not back at the office, not on the way here. It was as though I had lost the ability to speak.I honestly didn't blame myself. Not after being fucked over and over again, not wanting it to end. Thinking of it at that moment had already gotten my pussy to throb.I needed to go inside; I needed to think about whatever had just happened. Leaving my house that morning, I hadn't expected to meet Mr. Mattias as the boss. And not just that—I hadn't expected to be brutally fucked by him, either.Don't get me wrong; I had totally enjoyed every bit of it. But a part of me still wondered if I had made the right choice. A part of me still wondered if I should fully open up my heart to him again.The past few months had been heart-shattering. The last thing I wanted at that moment was to regret letting him back in.I knew my parents still weren't goi
He pulled his fingers away and all of a sudden, I felt at loss. I opened my mouth to protest and he pulled me off the table."On your knees baby, I want to fuck your tight little mouth" he ordered.The corners of my lips pulled up in a smile, as I went down on my knees slowly, teasing him. The smell of his arousal filled my lungs and made my pussy water even more.I grabbed the base of his cock and rolled my tongue over the pink head, he closed his eyes and with his other hand, grabbed the edge of the table to hold himself.I pushed his cock deep into my mouth until it was beginning to touch my throat, until I was beginning to feel my gag kicking in.Without warning, he shoved his cock down my throat and my vision blurs with tears"Shimma," he moaned and I pushed it down even more. When I pulled out, his cock was covered in my saliva. I grabbed his shaft with both hands and started stroking him.Precum Spilled from his cock and onto my hands. I brought my tongue to the tip and licked
"Shimma," he said, his tone rough and charged with desire. "I want you right now."Just as he was about to take my lips again, a loud knock echoed through the room."Sir! I have the files you asked for!" A lady's voice came after the knock.That sound transported me back to my first day in Mr. Mattias's office, the day I first tasted his intensity.He ignored the knock, his lips crashing against mine once more, igniting a fire deep within me. But then the knock came again, louder this time, shattering the moment.I instinctively grabbed my bag, ready to flee."I'm sorry, but I have to go," I mumbled , getting up on my feet to leave but he pulled me back, his eyes icy and unyielding. "I said I want you, and nothing is going to stop me this time," he declared, his voice filled with seriousness. I had never seen his eyes so cold, so fiercely determined.My heart raced as his grip tightened, a possessive hold that made my pulse quicken. In that instant, the world outside faded away. It w
MR. MATTIAS' POVWould she believe me if I told her that the moment I set my eyes on her, I felt a spark of what I couldn’t understand then was love?It’s crazy! She was only fifteen, yet I felt something so intense burning inside me.It sounds stupid to say I dumped a sexy, rich lady for a fifteen-year-old, but I did. I didn’t know why then, but now, I don’t regret it.I don’t regret staring into her eyes while she stared back at mine, shocked and confused. I know—I never planned to fall in love with a fifteen-year-old either.She attempted to stand up, but I pulled her back; she wasn’t going to leave. Not until she sees clearly how much I love her. Not until I make her mine again.---SHIMMA’S POVI tried to get up for the second time, but he pulled me back down again.How could he tell me that he wasn’t interested in Aunt Pricilia because of me? What sort of stunt is he trying to pull here?“What do you gain by lying to me? First, you lied about the incident in the restaurant, then