How well do you enjoy the holiday? I took two days off to catch up on movies and my school work. Happy Eid Mubarak to you all, I hope the holiday enables you take the rest you deserve as well. P.S. I've been so overwhelmed by your support I was motivated so much to update. Thank you, happy holiday!
He sheathed himself to the hilt, standing arrogantly proud and ready before her. While he rubbed the tip with his left hand, his right sought her body, his fingers grazing the sides of her thighs softly, leaving trails of seduction in its wake. Her eyes were shut and she twisted her body, arching her back and panting for breath, gasps and moans of pleasure pouring from her mouth. His skillful callused fingers were touching her softly, igniting the fires of passion in her, her body trembling with need. She wanted him to put an end to this torture and send her to the throes of orgasm. "Oh..." She gasped sharply this time, her eyes snapping open. She hadn't anticipated his gesture of unplugging the torturous equipment from her body which grew thinner and smaller the moment it sensed that she was about to get off. Andre brought the wet sadistic object to his nose, shutting his eyes briefly to perceive the sweet nectar of her juices. Next, he placed it on the skin of her thigh, the
Tony Viscount wasn't cool and calculated when he breezed into The Quinn Corporation on the morning of Monday.But Andre had of course been prepared for that outburst from Friday evening when he had decided to give the older man a taste of his bitter pill. When the article had been published earlier that morning and he had started receiving calls from their investors and members of the board asking how he had convinced Tony Viscount to relinquish his stocks, and a few minutes back when his security informed him of the sly man's arrival in the company, he had prepared for him.He was seated in his seat, sipping at his coffee and staring at the view of Manhattan when Mr. Viscount walked into his office and slammed a copy of the Business Times on his desk."How dare you hack into my computer and pull this stunt?" He had the audacity to be enraged, Andre thought, twirling the mug in his hand, his thumb drumming softly against the handle."Why don't you go to the press with that fairytale?
Whatever Clara had been expecting of her professional relationship with Andre after that Monday encounter, it hadn't been for him to prance into her office on Tuesday evening when she was packing up to leave.She had joined him at the conference meeting the day before and tried her best not to get mad. Because she wasn't in love with him or anything close to that. Perhaps it was the fact that he had implied meeting with Ms. Fiona to her face that she felt insulted the more she thought about it.She had left the office early after bidding him the most polite impersonal farewell she could muster, and then gone home where she had been lucky to meet Guinevere, the young housekeeper.Well, lucky because although she hadn't mentioned Andre, she'd had someone to talk to who wasn't curious about her relationship/fling life.And today, she had spent most of the time organising the documents she had handled for Gonzalo during his absence, in preparation for his resumption the next day.She hadn
"You've had that orgasmic look in your eyes for weeks now. If you didn't get a super robotic dildo that fucks as good as a man, then you must spill the secret now." Brenda broached the topic again, her eyes narrowed in jestful cynicism. "You are just horny, Brenda. Go get a boyfriend or pay for an escort." Sophie chipped in before Clara could say a word in her defense, wiping the beads of sweat rolling down her temple. That session of work out at the gym had been more intense than usual, especially for Clara.Brenda didn't of course drop it so easily. "Yeah, I admit I'm horny, but that isn't the reason Lady Clara XV has been blowing us off during weekends and then taking those yoga work outs. Tsk tsk, I know when someone's having good sex." Clara laughed, sweeping strands of hair back into the messy ponytail. "And the thought of that so makes you jealous because you haven't got some in weeks right?" It was a strategic move on her part as well to deviate their attention to another t
"You fucking didn't know that the bitch would be in attendance? Do I pay you to give excuses?" Luca adjusted himself in the seat, sucking in a deep breath as he tapped his fingers on the glass table. He had expected that call as soon as he watched the news. Marie Claire had attended the Met Gala although her name hadn't been in the invitation list. "She wasn't invited." It was all he could say, his dark eyes narrowed in cynicism at how the woman had managed to attend at the last minute. Who had invited her? More importantly, who had pulled the strings? Andre stared at the detective, playing ominously with his thumb, his lips sealed shut as though he were making a serious deliberation of what to say to him. Luca broke the silence, breaking the tension as well which was so thick it was almost visible. "I will look into it. Meanwhile, your strategy worked. She's currently shooting a movie with budget of fifty million dollars, these are the details." He placed a thin brown envelope
"Ensure that the account is opened tomorrow morning, I will send the rest of the detail to your email." "Alright, sir. I'll go upstairs then and get the file from your office." Gonzalo replied his boss, his neck craned towards the back from the driver's seat. The chauffer had been dismissed for the day and Gonzalo had taken his place driving them both to a business meeting which had taken a hell of a time. The streets of Manhattan had been busy on their way back to the corporate building which stood in its centre, fast moving luxurious cars moving away from the razzle dazzle of New York offices.Though there had been nothing entertaining about the day for him; the client's indecisiveness was as terrible as his illusion of belief that he had good insight for business. At the end, he had wasted Andre's entire day, having finally made a decision when the sun had begun to set sail for the day. What he needed at the moment was good food and hours of sleep to recover from the shitty wine
Merda, Cazzo,Cavolo!Moments like this when rare beauty and pure sexuality mingled in an inseparable union, the ability to express it failed completely save for the language the beholder had been bred in.And Quinn Andre was damn well doing more than merely beholding the artistic figure before him, curved in the right places and delicate like a porcelain. For a moment when he thought he had lost his mind on catching sight of her body bared to his gaze, he was tempted to caress and care for that porcelain, to keep it from shattering or losing its value.But that moment was gone as soon as it had flashed into his mind, because every pulse in his body was beating with ravenous desire for her and his senses were alert to capture every moment of the step she took towards him. With specificity on his visual senses which were focused on her, salivating for the sight of her.She was in front of him and get it felt like a mirage. Clara Lynn had been daring enough to wear nothing under that l
As soon as realisation kicked in, Leon Laurent made a quick walk towards Andre and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the small bag in his hand slipping and falling on the floor of the parking lot."You bastard! How dare you touch her with those filthy hands huh?" In the short while Clara had hung out with Leon, she had never seen his eyes so vengeful, murderous. His tone echoed venom, low and bitterly stale.Andre's eyes trailed from the palms gripping hold of his shirt to the face of the younger man who was acting as though he had the fucking right to be mad at him."What the fuck is it to you? Fuck off, my business is with Ms. Lynn."That had Leon tightening his hold on his collar, squeezing so tightly the skin of Andre's neck and chest reddened in a second. He scoffed in response, obviously unpleased with the reply. "Ms. Lynn? She's not just another employee you can fuck, you lowlife bastard!" "Leon, listen to me... I...." Clara started to say, her heartbeat pounding franti