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The global conglomerate chairman of chains of companies was a fickle coward, no different from the child who had dug his fingers into his own skin to cover up the pain that ached more than the self-inflicted one. Why else had he been hiding behind the desk of his office at The-Xclusive which was located somewhere on the rooftop where he could see others without being noticed? Living in the shadows had become his forte, which was the explanation to why he chose to explore himself under the concealment of a mask. The same reason he had switched off his phone against the numbers that kept calling; Andre Quinn was hiding from the rest of the world. The reality of what he was, which contrasted the image of the ferociously brave macho man was laughable to him. Here he was, at the night club he had built to hide away, his eyes roaming through CCTV recordings till they started to get dizzy. His paranoia had got worse with the bold return of Marie who had Tony behind her this time, drivin
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Andre stared at her, waiting for a laughter to tear from those tempting full lips, for a withdrawal of those cuffs and perhaps something verbal that would indeed confirm how much of a joke it was. But there wasn't a hint of amusement lurking in those forest green eyes, rather, her expression of cold determination took him aback for a minute. A duration of time long enough to remind him of how much he had hurt her. "Babe, I'm sorry." He didn't reach for the cuffs as he took a step forward, but his fingers made contact with that thin dividing curtain, itching to tear it apart and break the barrier between them. "I'm... I was a fucking coward." He couldn't bear being at the receiving end of the coldness in her eyes which contrasted the warmth with which she had beheld him for so fucking long. Till he had gone and messed it up by taking the high jump. She remained mute and unmoving for a few seconds within which his heart pounded in loud anticipation and fear, before she moved forw
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Stripping the CEO Ms. C.
Andre Quinn had enough experience to know that he wasn't a submissive, yet her total control of the situation which dripped into his skin spread waves of carnal desires to his flesh. He hardened in every possible way, And swallowed an even harder lump of anticipation. "Okay, Ms. C." It wasn't he who replied her; something else had taken over his mind and sucked the need for control out of him. He was a shell of panting need and breathless desire for her, willing to do anything to make up for the time he had lost running. She took two steps towards him and covered his hands with her small palms, her thumb rubbing over his wrists affectionately while he watched her. Hell, she emanated danger with her cologne and that skin hugging catsuit and fucking red stilettos. And that make up... He almost came in his pants. "Come with me." He followed that hypnotic whisper of assurance and trust, his heart pounding as she led him to the bed and halted. He swallowed, again, and again.
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His muscles ticked, his eyes flaring in reaction to those words. She wasn't going to fucking try that after teasing him, was she? She started to circle around him, her heels kissing the softness of the plush rugs. He wanted to kiss those cruel lips and fuck her pink tongue. Knowing how obsessed he was with her, could she really do that to him...? "And come to think of it, you deserve it, because you've done this to me before." She was behind him now, close enough that her face was buried in his neck, torturing him with the strong whiff of her cologne and the provocative use of that low seductive voice. Shit, he remembered it painfully well; how he had once seduced and attempted to manipulate her into giving up her position at the company. Karma was a mother, but Clara was the Queen of retribution herself. Hell, she couldn't be thinking of bringing it up now that his dick was so fucking up it could kill him. "I'm sorry about that time." He muttered painfully, shutting his eyes
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Andre Quinn's nudity was artistic. His perfection ran from his glistening golden skin washed in the sweat of his desire and the indigo wax which decorated his smooth skin like pearls of the rarest kind, to the curves of his perfect ass, and his responsiveness to her touch. Because she was used to him being at the dominant end, she hadn't known that her lover's body was this sensitive, except the part where he came a truckload after being blown. But this sight? Was as fucking golden as the epic eroticism of his slightly parted lips, the slow movement of his writhing body as the feather tickled his skin, the hardness of his puckered nipples and engorged shaft, his bulging muscles and the sexy grunts he was making. The tickler toy had been designed with thick layers of feathers spread with wide wings which enabled her drive him crazy in different parts of the body at the same time. Like how it covered the entire broadness of his chest as she moved it down his body, watching in awe
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"Liberate me, cara." *** The bets were off along with the roleplay, discarded like the shackles of cuffs which lay on the rugs now, sometime just before the short trip to the bed. One in which Andre piloted them both joined to the hips, their tongues dancing to the music of the fast synchronised rhythms of their hearts. His fingers were splayed across her back while the other palm cupped her neck as he led them in that ride of a dance, his expertise feet walking her backwards towards the bed. And as the perfect partner in every fucking ramification, Clara tilted her head to the side and followed his lead, so immersed in the steps which seemed so practiced she wasn't aware of when they got to the bed. Till the silky sheets and foam massaged her back, her stiff neck relaxing against the warmth. He didn't ravage her under the instincts of pure lust, but remained standing for a few seconds, his pretty orbs filled with so much feelings which threatened to bring tears to her eyes. Be
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For a minute, the heavy silence was unbroken even by the sound of breathing, because Clara seemed to have lost the ability to do that as well as utter a sentence. A duration of time long enough to push those lingering insecurities to his head, fear crowding his heavy heart. The thought of the disgust she must be feeling dried his throat, and he suddenly felt vulnerable wearing nothing beneath the sheets. He needed to find his pants and perhaps pick up the shattered pieces of his jacket along with his heart and... "Will you be okay afterwards?" He turned to the lips which had spoken in the softest whisper, and what he saw in her eyes weren't disgust. It was he who didn't know what to say anymore, because he was grateful to have her and unsure of the answer himself. Over the past few days, the question had lingered in his head and he didn't have it all figured out yet. And he was honest with her. "I don't know. I...I'm not confused about my feelings for her; I fucking hate her
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They had baited and trapped him, hard. ***Ripped band aid, pulled violently off a wound that had been attempting to heal, Exposed again to the blade which had made the scar in the first place, and even worse, doubling the sharpness of the instrument of torture. Perhaps he could pretend that neither the scar nor the fast approaching blades existed and act as though he hadn't just witnessed the image of Marie Claire who was seated in close proximity with Viscount. He could struggle with his shattering mental state and disregard that haunting image... He had after all engaged in those therapies to get rid of it. But this time, it wasn't a hallucination he could block out with voluntarily inflicted physical pain and sex. She was here, seated half an inch away from Clara, her disgusting head tilted as she seemed to mutterer something to the woman he loved beneath that mask, daring to taint the pure essence of his soulmate. He saw crimson red, tasted a dark metallic liquid he soon
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Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Ethereal
With each step Clara took towards the doors, she wished there wouldn't be any more surprises because her heart had taken too much of it. Yet as she stepped into the private room which catered to private performances for VIP members, she knew that her wish wouldn't be fulfilled and her heart might just find a way to keep from exploding. It was the room where she had reconciled Adonis with Andre, the foundation of the secret relationship she had started with her boss, boyfriend, and business partner. Including a hell of everything else he was to her. Yet everything from the arrangement to illumination wasn't the same, nor was the mood set by the soft music which blared through the speakers. '...'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections...' John Legend's 'All of Me' had never sounded more emotional, that beautiful voice invoking to her mind memories of the man she had fallen in love with, who stood in the middl
Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Déjà vu
Fuck, her palms joined together of their volition even before she registered that she was clapping, a tear forming in her eyes as the lights went off again. She wasn't even aware of the masked female concierge who came into the room till she perceived an enchanting feminine cologne and darted her eyes towards the direction of the third party. She and the mood she had been cast into already occupied the seats of the first two parties. "Good evening, ma'am. I'll be serving you tonight." She bore a tray of glass and a bottle of wine in the other hand. "A glass please." Clara muttered, suddenly aware of how patched her throat had become with dryness. A cold flute was soon in her hand, and she perceived the unique aroma before bringing it to her lips. It tasted sweetly sinful and smelt like soft sensuality although the alcohol level was only a background complement. Clara's eyes immediately went to the wine bottle with amazement clouding them; it bore an Italian name she couldn't
Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Masterpiece
'I want your body on mine, forever.' A whisper, an imploration, a fucking vow. *** The theme tonight was ethereal. When the car halted in front of the X-Clusive and the chauffeur opened her side of the door, Clara Lynn stared at the tall building which now served as headquarters for another branch in Las Vegas as her Christian Louboutin rhinestone heels stepped on the floors. "Thanks, Will." She muttered to the chauffeur who replied in a similar polite fashion and shut the door, stepping into side with her. Some things like Andre's security following her around hadn't changed over the past one year, especially since their relationship had become public knowledge. But rather than the team who announced the presence of paranoia and made her friends uneasy at events, the slightly older man who doubled as a chauffeur escorted her to public functions. Once the gossip magazines had taken it upon themselves to get pictures of the hunky man opening doors for her, with captions which s
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"This is impressive, Clara. I must admit, it's better than I imagined. We're definitely onboard." Literally, they had been onshore for more than four hours because Mr. Holmes apparently included her in her vacation plans for the day, and though she had kept glancing at her watch for the first thirty minutes, Clara hadn't been able to deny that the man did know how to enjoy himself. An ex workaholic in the business world who had decided to take a break as he was fast approaching forty, Holmes was looking for lucrative businesses to invest in so he could enjoy his rest while making money as well. It was a solid plan, and for the first three hours, Clara listened with interest as he talked about his plans for the future and even found herself laughing when he made a joke about wishing to get married to a smart woman who could match his ideas. Like her. A statement which she took care to laugh unnecessarily loudly to, just before making her own joke about already being engaged.
Stripping the CEO Onboard
Andre Quinn was exhausted a few minutes after four in the evening when the hostess who served him another cup of herbal tea announced that they had arrived New York. It was the quickest journey he'd ever made to and fro his hometown, and that was a considerate setting of new record because he had never felt comfortable in the empty expansive mansion since his mother left. His mother. He was still coming to terms with how everything had unfolded, and was getting used to the idea of not mentally referring to Marie as 'the bitch' as he'd done for more than two decades. Even before he was legal enough to think the 'b' word. But giving himself a mental break over the past month had cleansed his spirits to a large extent. Apart from spending more time with his girlfriend and going on a drive with her sometimes in the evening, he had also mustered the courage to place a call to Thailand twice. And even when he'd heard Viscount's voice in the background on one of the occasions, he
Stripping the CEO A Team
Within twenty-four hours, Clara had succeeded in making headlines in office group chats which almost equated Andre Quinn's in international gossip magazines. Virtually every fucking person, including her subordinates turned to CCTV cameras and historians who documented her every move so as to analyse them later. And because her boyfriend thrived on being so damn generous it hurt, he rode the elevator down to her floor during lunch break and walked into her office amdist the obvious scrutinising eyes and fingers waiting for crumbs of information about them. He fed it to them; hot cake and ice cream to wagging tongues, and even offered them a dessert by staying in her office for thirty minutes after instructing her shocked assistant to hold her calls. And in the sweetness of his endless generosity, he gave them a ticket to their next meal when he finally came out of her office with his hand gently grazing her back, his eyes concentrated on hers as she told him about the meeting s
Stripping the CEO Scandalous
"Thanks, babe." *** Clara Lynn was a myriad of forest greenness. Vibrant and arrestingly charming in an army green suit whose skirt was designed to accommodate a slit that currently rode up to her thighs, she revealed an ample amount of eye-catching skin which glowed in creaminess beneath dark panty hose. Adorned with tiny jewelry of nephrite which complemented her skin as perfectly as the bright rays of the sun currently streaming through the open blinds, she had elegance and opulence revolving around her even before she began the meeting. And in addition to her silver blonde hair styled in tiny curls with waterfall braids to create a delicate look which complemented her glass make-up perfectly, she naturally drew attention to herself. However, irrespective of the awareness that she was captivating, Clara didn't make the mistake of being arrogant enough to think she owed it all to her physical appearance. Because over the last twenty-four hours, she had been placed at the cen
Stripping the CEO Game Over
Andre understood what he hadn't said, and stared at the brown envelope with emptiness in his eyes and heart. He... Just needed a rest, a vacation. Marie cleared her throat as Viscount checked the time by the wall clock. Interesting, only twenty-five minutes had passed and twenty-five years worth of anger had been poured out within that short duration of time. "I... I didn't come with Anthony today to mock you, I'm sorry that I'm by his side despite the enmity between you two. I... I will end it with him if our union affects you. You're the most important person to me, baby..." "Becky?" Tony seemed genuinely betrayed and stunned and sad at the same time. Andre didn't know how to feel about any of it. Too many things had happened and his mind could only absorb little at a time. He couldn't give them his blessing because it wasn't in his place and watching his mother with a man who had been like an older brother to him wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes. She was at least eleven y
Stripping the CEO Poker Game
"Dre..." Marie had started crying, quiet sobs spreading through the quiet room, her lean fingers pressed against her lips to stiffen the cries. But Andre didn't let that deter his continuation of that unpracticed speech. "Why don't you go ahead and pick the one you're the most beautiful in. Oh, you wouldn't know if you don't watch it. Should I play one for you...?" That was the point where Viscount's control snapped, and he stood with a force which made Clara's eyes dizzy for a second from watching him. "You fucking sleazy bastard! You are not in a position to cast judgement on her when you don't have a freaking idea what she's been through. Vengeance? Punishment? I should be the one casting it on you and your bastard of a dad for taking the company. My father fucking killed himself because of the way he was cast out!" "What? My father and I took the company? Remind me the number of times I contacted you after you started giving me the cold shoulder, asking what had gone wrong.
