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Slave of your body Saved"
+HARRY+ I can't bear this. I won't deny that this is getting out of hand. I feel like this whole thing with my mother and all these women is becoming a fucking headache. Why now? After dropping her off at her house, I can't stop thinking about all the things that could happen if she decides to stay with anyone, not to mention the presence of her aunt. The lady welcomed me with open arms and even thanked me for bringing her niece back safe and sound. I was surprised by the lady's kindness. I even thought she would yell at me for bringing her drunk granddaughter and taking advantage of her. The good thing is she doesn't think that way. She even asked me to take care of her niece! Ugh, I hate listening to those women. Ale is embarrassed, but also eager to get out of these four walls and kill those women. But I can't allow it because I don't want her to have more problems than she already has. What I can do is find out who these women are and fire them in a couple of days. I can't let
Slave of your body Welcome
+ Like a crazy person, I managed to get out of the restroom, leaving Harry with his secretary. As I left the cubicles, the lady averted her gaze, I think to spare me further embarrassment than I already felt. In a whisper, I thanked her and then rushed out like a bat out of hell, hoping that Pamela had finished fucking Marcos by now. Unintentionally, a smile appeared on my face because I believe I understand that Pamela has been doing everything she does because she's in love with Marcos. There's also the possibility that they were working together to extract information from me that they shouldn't be seeking. My head is spinning around and around, all because of what that pair has been doing. I don't object, as I'm not interested in either one of them, it's all because of what they're doing to me. I'm grateful that the hallways are completely empty; it seems those women learned their lesson after Harry's secretary reprimanded them. Hey! Why am I not thinking about how it was wit
Slave of your body New opportunities or calamities
The new boss is not at all funny, and I think that's why he's the boss. We both exit the elevator, well, I follow his steps because it's a total lie that he would follow me. Entering the terror area, I can see that everyone is staring at their computers, which means that this man is more serious than he claims to be. "Can you come in?" I blink a couple of times, coming out of my thoughts, "I don't have all day for..." "Thank you for your kindness, we can continue," I interrupt him, leaving him with his mouth open. He comes back to his senses and tells me I can come in, stepping aside and letting me pass. I enter the grumpy boss's office and with all the audacity in the world, I take a seat, precisely in the chair in front of his desk. After waiting like a fool, the miracle comes to me, as another lost soul enters, joining us. Like a machine, I stand still and listen to what the woman who has entered wants to tell him. I admit I'm a bit of a gossip. She tells him that she urgentl
Slave of your body Gym
Arriving at her office, she invites me in and tells me it will be so quick that I won't even realize when I'll already be outside the building. I step forward and this time I don't take the initiative to sit down, not when she has been nice to me. She reaches her desk, grabs a couple of documents, and hands them to me. I quickly scan them and what stops me are the first questions. "How was the experience of signing up? How much are you able to buy to take everything to the gym? How was the trainer treating you? What did you see around you? What are your thoughts?" What? All of these questions are totally absurd, they don't make much sense, I feel like an eight-year-old wrote them. In my opinion, the questions would be as follows: What is your purpose for attending the gym? What is your motivation? Are you able to give it your all to achieve what you expect? My questions make more sense, but I can't be so blunt. I can't tell her that or she'll dislike me at first sight. I have to
Slave of your body Memories"
The conversation with Marcos was a bit uncomfortable, so I didn't have any other chance but to get up from the chair, but not before grabbing the coffee that Marcos was offering. This time, I actually made it to the parking lot. With one gulp, I finished the little bit of coffee I had left, and right in front of my motorcycle was a trash can, just right to throw away the coffee cup. Oh...! There's no motorcycle, I came in a taxi, I'm so stupid, there's no motorcycle, it's not here. What am I thinking? I run to look for a taxi, leaving the parking lot and heading out of the entire shopping center area. Ah, there's a taxi, I shout like a mad woman, just to make sure it doesn't leave. I'm lost! When I reach the blessed taxi, I tell him in a whisper to take me to the address; West Brook Estate neighborhood. He kindly tells me he'll take me there, and I don't waste any time and get into the taxi. Heading towards my house, my head starts spinning and spinning, first because I can't rememb
Slave of your body The boss
+ So disturbed was I that I didn't even realize I was already home. Apparently, the driver had teleported himself and had arrived home in one go. I paid him and thanked him as I got out of the car. This is all so complicated. Earlier, I thought my motorcycle was in the parking lot, but it wasn't because my aunt had forbidden me from taking it out, all because of my hangover. What is wrong with me? As a wandering soul, I headed towards my house. I can't stop thinking about how much I drank last night and how crazy I was to say all those things. How could I be capable of that? "You can tell me what you're doing here," I jump as I feel a hand on my shoulder. "What are you doing here?" "Ugh, Aunt, stop it," I complain loudly. "And if I'm here, it's because I have to shower, get dressed appropriately, and go to work, but to a gym, Aunt. I have to answer a bunch of words and write about my experience." "Really? What kind of job is that?" she questions. I turn around to look her in the
Slave of your body First day at the gym
+ Finally, I made it to the darn gym. I was able to escape my aunt in the end. She let me go because I told her I had a meeting with my boss, but not the big boss, just the boss of the department I'm in now. As I entered the GYMVMT gym, the first thing I did was look for a trainer or someone who could assist me. Goodness gracious, this place is packed. I don't think I can handle it. My legs are trembling. I can't do this. "Welcome to GYMVMT," a well-sculpted man stood before me. I swallowed hard as I looked him up and down. His muscles were quite striking. "I'm here on behalf of Miss Ray...no, Roy, from the company of..." "Oh, don't worry, miss, we've been eagerly anticipating your arrival. It seems like I'm in luck because I was assigned to train you," he said with an energetic tone. "We'll provide you with a locker key and entry card." "Thank you," I nodded. "You tell me if I need to wait for you or if I should follow you." "From what I can see, you're already prepared with y
Slave of your body My mind is wandering
+HARRY+ Ah... I want to know what Alexandra is doing right now. I've tried to contact her, but she's not answering her phone. I even went as far as calling her house and her aunt answered, telling me that she was not there. This has driven me crazy, but it doesn't mean she's left the company. Could she be feeling unwell? No, I don't think so, otherwise, her aunt would have told me. What's going on in my company? I've called my secretary to contact Pamela. She will tell me where Alexandra is. I don't want to be controlling, but after trying to find her to talk a little about what happened in the women's restroom, I can't find her and she's not answering her calls. It seems like I'm overreacting, but just the idea that she's not here or at home makes everything inside me churn. "May I come in?" Two knocks on the door, and from what I can hear, it's Pamela. "Come in," I raise my voice, hoping that she'll enter so I can ask her what I want to know. "Can you tell me where Miss Morin
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Slave of your body Epilogue
+ "Don't even think I'll let you be with that bastard," I advanced until I was just a few centimeters from her, pushing her against the door as she tried to leave. I held her face in my hands and pinned her body with my weight. I brought my nose to her soft hair, inhaling deeply, as rage and desire combined into an intoxicating and explosive cocktail. Without thinking, I captured her lips with mine and our teeth clashed, but I managed to deepen the kiss. Mentally, I screamed in triumph as I felt her arms entwine in my hair. She growled against my mouth, allowing me to delve deeper. She let go and entwined her tongue with mine. I loved it. Her voracity was unexpected. Desire set my body on fire like wildfire. It was strange, I felt that I desired her and she desired me. With a burst of dominance, I grunted and held her by the throat with one hand while we kissed. With the hand that was free, I traveled down her body, discovering her curves; her breasts, her waist, her ass. Feeling
Slave of your body It still belongs to me, and nobody will take it away from me.
+ +HARRY+ Opening my eyes, a huge smile takes over my face as I feel the satisfaction of seeing her sleeping like the angel she is. Being close to her body gives me the opportunity to get closer to her, taking the form of a spoon. We have stayed on the couch. A deep sigh comes out of me, it's been a long time since I felt something like this, she has given herself to me without restrictions. Our bodies surrendered to each other and, thirsty for desire, we satisfied ourselves with pleasure. Control was everything for both of us, it had been that way for a long time. An ironic smile appeared on my lips when I supposed that our relationship was only going to be a temporary intimacy or would lead to the resignation of our marriage, but everything did not turn out as we had planned, no, now she belongs to me, she is my wife, and she will not stop being so. I am torn between fury and my other passive self, I do not want to continue seeing how she plays with our marriage... I have to b
Slave of your body Falling into temptations
I want to escape, Harper has left us alone once again, promising that no one will interrupt us this time. "This is my fucking life, Harry. Stop interfering," my voice breaks, and I feel myself becoming emotional. "That's why I'm asking you to let me go. We can finish this conversation another time." I fall silent as I see him approaching me, stopping for a fraction of a second so that our bodies and breath are close to each other. "Have you stopped loving me?" he asks softly, and I close my mouth and shake my head. "Well, I knew it," he says as he inhales deeply near my neck. Nervously, I moisten my lips, and a moan escapes me involuntarily. "You'll never get from him what I could give you." He cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him, and we share a moment of eye contact. "Stop being presumptuous," I murmur, and he lowers his hands to my waist, lifting me up to kiss me. He presses his warm lips against mine, and I hold onto him tightly when I feel his tongue enter
Slave of your body I still love you
But no, I can't continue, I have to finally realize that Emmanuel is my life now. Shit, all of this is causing me to falter, to crumble, and not think things through. "Come here," his voice is low, and his mysterious gaze drives me crazy. I don't waste any time and slowly approach him. "On your knees," I steady my breathing. No, I have to stand firm, I can't fall because that would be a betrayal. "No, this would be..." "I would never treat you like a whore, and I don't even think that way." I have to resist, but a part of me wants to comply. My other self would kneel before him, and run my hands down the front of his hips without breaking our gaze. Watching as this man masturbates in front of me. No...! I can't be thinking about it, I can't do it. My other self betrays me, imagining what I could do if I fall before him. I see myself opening my mouth, and parting my lips, while at the same time bringing my hands to the back of his legs to grip his thighs. Ah, I melt at the
Slave of your body Hidden feeling
+ALEXANDRA+ I'm feeling kind of regretful because things aren't going as planned. Harry isn't taking things well, the conversation has gone off in another direction, and I don't feel comfortable talking about my personal life, especially after hearing how he blatantly denies his relationship with the woman his mother has always wanted him to be with. Dylan showed me some pictures, and now I feel like I've been living a lie! I'm so stupid for coming to him without considering the consequences. What's wrong with me? I didn't waste any time telling him that he's the father of two wonderful little ones. It's not a lie, but obviously, he's not going to take it well, thinking that I took away months of his time with his children. These past few years have been full of ups and downs for me. The changes were tremendously radical, simply because I had two babies forming inside me. It wasn't just one, as the damn ultrasound showed. In the end, it was two. A lot of things went through my min
Slave of your body Where is my son
No, this seems like a blessed movie or a dramatic novel! "This is a fucking joke, this cheap speech, nobody believes it, you're hearing yourself right," I burst out laughing after hearing a lot of shit from her. "You're talking about how I'm the guilty one and that it's better for you to be away with someone else than with me." "Your reaction is normal, but that's how things are. It was difficult for me to understand, but the truth is that everything was true. We let ourselves be carried away by what we felt, all without considering the consequences of our actions," she looks away after taking a deep breath. "I'll step aside, it's not like I'm taking something away from you that you never had," she crosses her legs after leaning back on the couch. "I'm sorry, I'm introducing myself now because I had to fulfill what I promised, two years without hearing from you." I can see that smile that is hard to appreciate with her lost gaze. I am petrified as I process everything she is saying
Slave of your body The reunion of a confrontation
+ +HARRY+ Time has passed slowly for some, but quickly for others... I have been waiting for the woman who pierced my heart to the core to appear, but I have stopped searching for her again and asking about her because things have taken another direction. I have clung to work like never before, I can't handle myself, she has left me. These past two years have been eternal for me, thinking about her, what has become of her? What is she doing? Who is she with? Has she married? Many questions go through my mind day and night, overwhelming and torturing me at the same time. It's unfair what she has done, she has taken away my right to be with my son, it's not just abandonment, no, it's all about her cruelty, taking away my right to know and be with my son. I have tried to forget her and make this pain go away as quickly as possible. It's clear to me that women don't fulfill me, none of them can compare to Alexandra, and I'm definitely tired of that, it's better to stop before I go cra
Slave of your body The love of Dylan
+ Waking up abruptly, I rub my eyes and glance around. Memories flood back, and I start to comprehend where I am, standing still and processing everything. Oh God, I'm wearing gray silk shorts and a matching silk tank top. He took my clothes off! He saw me naked! Damn, pervert! I'll kill him if he violated me. My phone! What time is it? I swing off the bed and see a pair of low sandals underneath it, I put them on without hesitation. Where is my clothes? I search with my GPS eyes. I look for my wallet. Shit! I left it in the car. I start to panic and try to think of how I'll get out of this house. How will I leave if I don't know where I am? You'll pay for this, you possessive man, I don't give a shit that you're a sexy man and my friend at the same time. Without thinking any further, I decide to leave the room and get lost in this unknown place, although I won't deny that it's magical and cozy. I stealthily walk out like a cautious thief, to my surprise, the entire place is desert
Slave of your body Will you sleep with me?
Dylan took my hand and pulled me out of the office. I tried to break free from him, but the more I struggled, the tighter he squeezed my hand. I could tell he was furious, and his anger was palpable. Control! I had to control myself because if I didn't, I would lose my head along with him. I couldn't stand a man controlling me, let alone one who was so possessive. We quickly left the house. "You're too manipulative," I said. I'm sure his sister will wonder where I went. What will I tell her? It's all so unfair, I try to stay away from sin and temptation, but they keep pulling me back in. I complain of pain, but it doesn't stop him. I want to scream, but it would be stupid to do so. "It's time to go," he exclaimed authoritatively. "Wait..." Oh my God! It's his sister... I try to let go of Dylan's hand, but the idiot won't let me. I feel like I'm going to faint, I'm begging the universe to swallow me up or take me away. "Do you need anything, sister?" he spoke dryly. "Where are y
