Denzel could not hide his joy; his happiness was spilling over onto his face. It's been a long time coming; this was the best news he has had in a long while. After much persuasion, Kate had finally decided to quit her job at the restaurant to come work for him as his maid, or friend or lover. Whatever capacity she wanted to work was fine by him.
He hasn't been able to sleep since yesterday night when Kate informed him, she had finally decided to come back to work, and she wanted what he had promised; a fivefold salary increase. That was nothing to Denzel, he could pay her even more if she had asked.
Denzel had tossed all night anticipating her return; he was yet to inform Mia that her job had been offered to someone else, that quite didn't want it. Denzel felt guilty, he couldn't bring himself to sack Mia, especially not after she had sucked his cock so well, he had always tried to replay that scene in his head each time he was alone.
Karen had been pacing around the penthouse all day. Denzel had ignored her or was rather cold towards her at the office today."We will talk later in the day," he had told her, after several attempts she had made to intentionally run into him at the office today.Karen had been anxious all day, speculating what might be running through Denzel's mind. She didn't love him, she couldn't bring herself to love someone like Denzel, she needed him to get through college and maintain her newfound luxury lifestyle.She was earning twice of what most permanent staff were earning in Denzel's company as an intern, not to talk about the numerous designer gifts she got, coupled with the countless orgasms he gave to her. She was scared of losing all that if indeed Denzel was planning to get rid of her, she needed him, at least to get through her final year in college.There was a knock at the door, and Karen rushed to the door."Good evening Mr. Denzel," Karen mu
Kate moved to her room, noticing Denzel had still kept her former room. Mia had silently helped her arrange her things.Not a single word was shared between them after the conversation at the door. And Kate worried.She watched her as she lifted her luggage over to the wardrobe. Kate eyed her figure. The perfect shape and curves. She couldn’t swear that Denzel wasn’t fucking her every night. And every day.The thought made her jealous and suddenly self-conscious of her own body.She suddenly noticed that she hadn’t sprayed her body before coming and felt out of place in her own room.Mia, done with her duty, took to the door.“Thank you.” Kate’s words stopped her before the exit. She turned and offered a sardonic smile. “Of course.”She brought her back to the bed, stretching her legs. She was too tired to be concerned about Mia’s attitude.And she was too tense to rest.The house brought nothing but memories of the one-time encounter she had with Denzel. The mere brush of his skin ag
After six bottles, all he could feel was anger. And hatred. No woman denied him. He had all women at the tip of his fingers and they submitted to his every whim. They worshipped his cork, marveled at his art, and wanted more of him. And who was Kate? How dare she make him feel so miserable? A common maid. He could do it. He could treat her as the maid she wanted so badly to be “Kate,” his voice roared in the mansion. Although he was drunk, he still found strength in his voice. When Kate appeared before him, she was still wearing the light polo top and khaki shorts. “Why aren’t you in your uniform?.” Kate raised her voice to explain. “Today is not my – I’m sorry sir.” She bowed her apology. “Pour me,” he said, tilting his glass cup in her direction. Kate moved to the table and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. She counted the empty bottles on the table. “Don’t think I’m doing this because of you,” Denzel said, reading her thoughts. She poured. “Of course.” He took a gulp. “You’re
McNeil didn’t wake up with his usual morning energy. After tossing and turning on the bed for several minutes, he raised himself from the bed.His years have been full of ups and downs. Surviving as the CEO of CULID, a company he built from the scratch – it had been a battle holding the topmost seat for years, until he retired to let Denzel take over. The battle with Michel during Denzel’s teenage years was a battle he thought he wouldn’t come out victorious from. Michel was willing to offer alimony. But he never wanted a broken home for Denzel. Not after what he had to go through when his parents parted ways. As a teenager, he was torn between both parents. Neither was good for him, but together, they were a family. In the end, he was dumped in a foster home. He left the moment he could find his way in the streets. It was a messy life.However, McNeil never forgot to exercise.As he pushed his weight to his feet, he felt dizzy. Supporting his weight, he pushed his hand against the wal
Denzel took to the long corridor illuminated with white light, his heart racing faster than his legs. The walls seemed to be closing in on him, and he wanted to go back.He had never liked hospitals and visiting once a month was bearable. Not twice in a day, and not when the person lying on the sick bed was his father.The stench of the hospital tickled his nose and his stomach threatened to throw out, but Denzel ignored it, moving faster with his eyes searching for the room number the lady at the reception had given him.Michel was seated, looking pale when Denzel saw her. He stopped a few meters away from her to analyze the situation. Michel’s fingers were interlaced into each other, and her face carried worry."Mum?"Michel turned to the recognizable voice of her son. "Oh, Denzel." She stood up and they fell under each other’s arms in a tight embrace."How is he?" he asked after they disengaged. Michel sat down, and Denzel found a spot beside her, taking her hand in his.“He’s been
For a moment, she spread her hands on the opposite side of the entrance, looking at the scattered shoes, the mess of clothes on the ground, and the empty boxes. Her frown slowly loosened to a scoff and then, a chuckle. "You can’t frustrate me, Denzel." She bent over the shoes, her left hand gripping the empty shoe rack as she started to assemble each pair of shoes into its quarters. Then, she opened the wardrobe, expecting to find another mess, but instead arranged shirts and trousers stared back at her. "I could easily quit!" She bent to pick up each of the clothes on the ground, hanging and folding them. Feeling Denzel’s desire was about to break through her, she moved out of the cubicle with a forced smile on her face. She found the Bluetooth speaker. She took her phone from her pocket, and a few seconds later, the voice of Ariana Grande was booming through the speaker. "Woah!" She twisted her waist in a dance-like motion and moved back into the room, singing along with the a
Eva donned a red, short gown when she heard that Denzel’s father had been admitted in the hospital and was on life support.If Denzel was still the Denzel she dated then, she knew he’d be shaken.He would need someone by his side, and she wanted to be there for him.He had told her the ugly fate he suffered when his grandfather was placed on life support and eventually died. She knew how hurt he must be.She turned sideways, inspecting herself in front of the mirror. Grabbing a pair of stiletto heels, she placed them under her feet.She called Denzel while she worked the lace of the heels up to her lower legs. She stood up, admiring herself."Hello." The distraught voice of Denzel sent her to her phone."Denzel... baby...How are you?" are you? You must feel terrible.""I’m fine," Denzel croaked."Oh, please." Eva rolled her eyes as though he could see her. "Where are you?""Eva... I want to be alone. ""C’mon, A company won't be hurt. I’m coming, just tell me where you are." She picked
Kate woke up feeling sore.The events of the previous night played in her head as she sat up on her bed, not wanting to get up.The moaning and cries of a lady. The groaning of Denzel, the way she screamed his name.She'd tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep as their voices echoed through the night, amplifying in her ears and head, creating mental images of what was going on.She’d imagined it was the rude blonde that had come earlier to see Denzel.Frustrated by the sounds, she searched for her earpiece, finding it in one of her drawers, and plucking her ears, filling them with Alessia Cara’s voice.Even with her eyes shut, trying to meditate on the words of Alessia, her mind wandered to the day at her apartment when she fell under the spell of his touch. She relived that night, as she sighed softly. No doubt, Denzel was a master of the art of sexual ecstasy.Her hand found its way to her nipple, teasing it, wanting nothing but his touch on it. She imagined her hands like his