--
My eyes flicker to the sound of my alarm **6 a.m.** I have to be fast. I push myself out of my cold new bed, feeling the weight of sleep still clinging to me with each reluctant step. The beautiful bathroom greets me, its luxury a stark contrast to my mood. I can tell it’s well-equipped, even through my sleepy haze. With a groggy sigh, I turn on the cold shower. The water jolts me awake, revitalizing my senses as I untangle my hair. I need to hurry. According to the portfolio, I need to be at Du'Lumiere Café right about now. I glance at the clock, anxiety bubbling in my stomach. I fling open the wardrobe, my eyes scanning the tailored clothes my boss had chosen for me. To my surprise, he has a good eye for style. I quickly pull on a pair of fitted suit trousers, slipping into my red bottoms—sharp and striking. A crisp white collar shirt completes the look. I throw my hair into a messy bun, trying to strike a balance between effortless and polished. After applying just enough makeup to even out my dark circles—enough to catch attention but not too much to look desperate—I take a moment to examine my reflection. For a man like Tristan, I think he would appreciate a woman who knows how to be classy without trying too hard. As I step outside, the cold morning air brushes against my cheek, snapping me fully awake. I feel the gazes of men and women alike as I stride toward the street, my confidence wavering between exhilaration and nerves. I hold my hand up, hailing a cab. "Well... to Du'Lumiere," I mutter to myself as the taxi pulls up, the driver’s face reflecting a mix of curiosity and indifference. As I settle into the back seat, I glance out at the bustling city, the towering buildings blurring past, and I can’t shake the anticipation buzzing in my veins. Today is the day I finally see....... him --- I sip my coffee, though it’s long gone cold by now. My eyes flick to the door again, just like they have for the past twenty fucking minutes. According to his portfolio, he stops by here every morning around 8 a.m. Sharp. It’s almost mechanical, like everything else about him. **7:58 a.m.** I glance at my phone, my fingers twitching against the screen. Two minutes. He’s probably punctual to the second, the kind of man who would never be late, who operates on a precise schedule. The kind of man who would notice if anything was out of place. I try to calm the nervous energy vibrating through me.....This has to go smoothly. I glance around the café, taking in the faces of early risers, businesspeople grabbing their first caffeine hit before heading off to their glass towers. No one stands out. No one like **him**. Then, just as my phone ticks to **8:00 a.m.**, the door opens. And there he is..... Tall, towering even, with broad shoulders filling the frame of a tailored black coat. He strides in like he owns the place—no hesitation, no second-guessing, and why would he? He’s used to being in control. I take a steadying breath, but it doesn’t help. This is Tristan Agress..... He walks straight to the counter, his presence commanding the space as if it bends around him. I watch as he orders black coffee, no sugar, just like the portfolio said. Every detail I’ve studied about him over the past few days is suddenly real, alive in front of me, and it throws me off balance. I can’t let it show. I can’t. I stand, pretending to casually head toward the counter, even though my heart is hammering in my chest. I need to act fast. I get closer to him, closer than I should. And then it happens. I stumble. My shoulder brushes against him, sending a small shockwave through me as the papers I’ve been clutching slip from my hand. They scatter to the floor, my stomach dropping with them. 'Dammit".... “Oh no, I’m so sorry!” I blurt out, crouching to gather them before he can notice anything on the pages. I look up, my breath catching in my throat as he bends on one knee to help....... Tristan. Of all the ways I imagined this going down, bumping into him like this wasn't one of them. I swallow hard, trying to collect myself...... He doesn’t recognize me , why would he? I’m just another person in the sea of Manhattan professionals. "No, that was my fault," Tristan says, flashing me a polite, apologetic smile. "I wasn’t looking where I was going." .....his..... voice ...oh.....shit.... I force a smile. "I should really be more careful." My heart pounds in my chest as I gather the last of the papers, praying he doesn’t get a closer look. I stuff them back into the folder, and his eyes flick to the logos printed on them. My stomach tightens. "Important meeting?" he asks casually, standing up. Understatement of the year. "Y......you could say that," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just trying to make sure everything's perfect." I chuckle nervously, he reaches forward with a cup of coffee, his fingers slightly brushing against mine... For a split second, I freeze. He pulls back with a warm smile. "please, take it. After everything I put you through just now, the least I can do is let you have the coffee." I laugh, probably a little too quickly. "Thanks... I probably need it more than you know." God, if only he knew. Tristan chuckles, and there’s something easy, natural about it that I wasn’t expecting. "Well, if your meeting goes anything like mine, you’ll need more than just one cup." His smile lingers as he extends his hand. "I’m Tristan, by the way." Like I didn’t already know. I nod, shaking his hand, my palms slick with nerves. "Hail... Kayla....kaylaa.....smith". "Nice to meet you, Kayla." He holds my gaze a little too long before finally releasing my hand. "Good luck with your meeting." My heart’s still pounding in my ears as he walks away. "Thanks... you too," I murmur, barely loud enough for him to hear. I stand there for a moment, watching him exit the shop, trying to catch my breath. I hadn’t planned on meeting him this soon—or like this. But now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of him up close, the stakes feel even higher. He’s not just a target anymore. He’s...... real. And that makes everything more..... dangerous.....--- fuck! I face-palm myself..... I deserve it. Kayla Smith??......Smith?!. What kind of name is that? I really need a break. I let out a sigh, my frustration seeping into every breath. Clutching my papers in one hand and his lukewarm coffee in the other, I hurried out of the café, my heart still pounding from the awkward encounter I wish I could erase from my mind. And then, I smell him..... Ugh" I mutter to myself I close my eyes for a second, trying to steady myself, but it’s no use. His scent is intoxicating, pulling me in with every whiff. Something about it is maddening—clean, sharp, with a hint of something rich. It wraps around me, reminding me of how close I was to him just moments ago. I mutter under my breath, “Get it together, Hailey,” and wave my hand to hail a taxi, praying the cold air will snap me out of it. I climb into the cab, my fingers tightening around the stack of papers in my lap. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll forget about this cringeworthy encounte
--- I tossed and turned throughout the night, each minute stretching into what felt like an eternity. The ceiling above me became my only companion my eyes darting towards it's details as I replayed the events of the day before in my mind. The envelope sat on my desk, illuminated by the soft glow of my desk lamp , a constant reminder of the opportunity and the risks that lay ahead. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through my window, they kissed my face gently, coaxing me awake. I squinted at the brightness, wishing I could hide from the world. With a reluctant sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor jolting me totally awake. The morning felt heavy with anticipation, the only sound being the birds that flew across the garden. ..oh I wish I was a bird.. After a quick shower, the warm water washed away some of my anxiety, if only for a moment. I took a deep breath, letting the steam wrap around me like a comforting blanket. Once
--- The day broke peacefully, but the tranquility felt deceptive, like a calm before a storm. Sweet bird songs drifted in from the garden, their cheerful melodies jarring against my restless thoughts. "Stupid birds..." The cold morning air crept through the walls of the empty mansion, amplifying the oppressive silence that wrapped around me. I shuddered involuntarily, the chill seeping into my bones. "Gosh, I can’t even get a good night's sleep in this fucking house," I muttered, tossing and turning in my sheets, gripping the fabric tightly as if it could shield me from the unease settling in my stomach. Perhaps it wasn’t just the cold that unsettled me. Maybe it was this place...the loneliness of it....or the weight of the job looming ahead. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, I needed to shake it off, and quickly at that. With a sigh, I rolled over and reached for my phone, desperate for a distraction. As the screen lit up, I began scrolling through adult videos, try
--- **buzz** The gate made such a horrible sound. Stepping outside, the cool evening air kissed my skin, a contrast to the warmth that still lingered from my hurried preparations. The sky had deepened into a soft blue, the kind that signaled nightfall was fast approaching. I took in a breath, cooling and steadying myself as I began my walk toward the open road. The sound of my heels clicking against the pavement echoed sharply in the quiet suburban street. Each step felt calculated, deliberate, the rhythmic *click-clack* cutting the silence like a sharp knife. I could feel eyes on me. People were staring, their gazes following me as I strode past, their curiosity obvious. It wasn't hard to imagine why. I wasn’t exactly blending in. The dress I wore clung to my body for dear life in all the right ways, the sleek fabric shimmering under the fading sunlight. My curves were accentuated, my skin glowing against the cool tones of the evening. I could feel the weight of e
--- As the sedan pulled up to the hotel, I could feel my nerves tightening in my chest. I could see the lights through the tinted windows. The place was massive—marble pillars, red carpet, the whole deal. I was already late, which made everything worse. The driver opened the door, and I had to will myself to step out, heels clicking loudly as I hit the pavement. The guests inside looked so at ease, champagne glasses in hand, laughter floating through the air like a melody I didn’t know the words to. Except they stopped to glance at my direction. "shit" I face palm myself inwardly "hello ma'am" the person at the entrance greeted me , jolting me back to life. " hello" I force out with a tight-lipped smile, instinctively fumbling through my purse for my invitation. My finger handed the glossy card to him ,and he nodded in response, still keeping his smile like he had been programmed to do so. My heartbeat quickened. but I tried to play it cool, adjusting my dress as
yes go deeper!" The porno , I was watching yelled , I watched the masked lady move her big bubble butt around , it jiggled as she knelt down. without warning the Man thrusted slowly, then harder and harder, he seemed unbeknownst to being recorded. His hand spanked the lady's brown ass and it jiggled with each slap. such a turn on. Obviously it would be ...... considering the lady was me of course, my name is Hailey . and this video was about to ruin a man's career ... *buzz buzz* I looked down at my phone to see the alert , 85million , in Bitcoin of course. My mind was at ease now , I could delete the tape now , or would I?. I resumed the porno, my body was becoming increasingly hot , my legs parted as I began dipping my fingers into myself. A moan escaping my lips, my fingers hastened their movement, faster and faster....and... *buzz buzz* my phone again . my brows furrowing slightly, legs still hung apart on the chair arms . I picked up my phone . *please
___ It had been a quiet few days , I sat on my balcony , holding a cigarette between my fingers watching people walk down the street with their children. I wished my childhood was like that , my hair up in a messy bun as I sat in my underwear , the cold tiles against my bum. **Ring Ring** I could hear my phone from my bedroom , I rarely get phone calls, I wonder who it could be , my heart racing through my chest. I made my way toward my room , picked up my phone and heaved a sigh. "private number" I muttered I knew who was on the line. my finger swiping to the green icon "hello?" my voice echoed through the empty room , which suddenly felt emptier "hello Hailey ," the raspy voice at the end of the line said , I could make out a bit of an accent in it. "the boss requests an audience, if you would be kind to meet us outside" A chill ran down my spine, outside? , what does he mean outside? , am I in trouble? . Thousands of scenerios raced through my mind. "d
******** My flight arrived at 4pm at NYC. I made my way downstairs, amazed at the capital city , nothing on me except a bag filled with papers , two phones and a flashdrive. I halted the next the next cab to come my way , taking me to my next stop . --- The cab pulls up to a massive wrought-iron gate, and I can already feel the unease creeping up my spine. This place is nothing like the cramped apartments I’ve called home before. The driver’s eyes widen as he peers out the window, and I can’t blame him. Even I’m not sure how to react. I step out, the gate creaking open as if it’s been expecting me. The air smells different here....cleaner, almost sweet, like something foreign. Flowers? I hesitate, looking up at the towering mansion in front of me. It's a stone fortress, beautiful in an intimidating, "you don’t belong here" kind of way. My feet feel heavy as I move toward the front door. The door swings open before I even knock. Of course. He controls everything. Insi