However, things happened so quickly that I did not pay attention to the details. There are many things we do not know about each other."Jesus Christ died and I am supposed to put a glowing pine tree in the middle of the room?" he scoffs “It doesn’t make much sense to me."It's the Christian tradition" I shrug. Nobody questions. We just decorated the tree and ate turkey "Are you an atheist?""No."He turns his back to me again, but not before I can see the smile on his lips. I am sure he's remembering our church meetings.Cynical."Can you get the shampoo for me?" Banks asks, suddenly.I look at the holder, where the shampoo is even open, as he has just used it. I furrow my eyebrows. “It’s in front of you.”"It is?" he asks, and then I know he's not making a request of me, he's calling me to come there.I take a deep breath. I used to be a girl who attended church religiously, almost every day. I barely recognize the libertine I have become.I reach for the zipper on the back of the d
I can't stop now.I do not accept.“Just today” I press my lips to his “I do not want to stop.”"Arabella..." he sighs, scolding me.I push my ass toward him. He hesitates, though he doesn't pull away. I adjust myself until his dick is between my legs, and rub myself against him. His arm traps me, and my back is pressed against his chest."Cum!" he whispers into my hair.Banks lowers her hand, positioning herself behind me, crowning my entrance. My eyelids flutter, and eyes roll back as he buries his cock deep inside me."Damon..." I gasp, clinging to him.Banks groans, squeezing my body as he waits for me to settle around him. We enjoyed, for a brief second, the feeling of our skin together. We sigh, sucking in air with little whistles.Turning my head, I reach his face, placing kisses along the entire length of his jaw. His eyes close, and he remains still for a full minute, just feeling me throb on his dick.“That feels fucking good,” he mutters.I smile widely, feeling the tinglin
"But you did not give up on the marriage. You continued with Arabella. You only signed the divorce because Joseph forced you," Angel insisted, her voice trembling with doubt."No, no, no. Of course not. I stayed married because I needed Arabella to take down Damon. But I never loved her," Mason asserted, kissing Angel's forehead tenderly. "The woman I truly love is right here in front of me, and I need her help.""Mason..." Angel embraced him, her vulnerability laid bare. "Then why did you call out for Arabella when..." She could not bring herself to finish the sentence."Because I felt anger towards her. She was haunting my mind, tormenting me. But I promise it won't happen again," Mason assured her, holding her close.They held each other tightly, Angel driven by love, Mason by ulterior motives."I thought you loved her," she said softly."I never did," Mason replied. "And about my schemes... I won't drag you into anything dangerous. I would never do anything to harm you. Trust me."
It did not take long until she finished shaving Damon. And for a first time, it wasn't bad."This is my best" she commented herself.Damon turned his face from side to side as he analyzed the work Arabella had done. And even if he was bad, he would have been worth it."Thanks"Damon looked more youthful without his beard, but he was still imposing. His jaw was marked, his lips were defined, his projected nose was symmetrical and its tip was upturned, slightly upwards. His eyes were clearer in the face of all the sunlight that invaded the room. The black strands of his hair were damp and messy.It was a fact that Arabella feared that Damon was close to discovering the truth. But it was also a fact that she wanted that man with all the strength in her body, with every one of her cells. She wanted him so much that she would be able to sustain her lies for an hour longer, just to have him in this span of time.And faced with the tension caused by the proximity, Arabella tightened her legs
Arabella was more beautiful than was safe for herself, and she was able to disarm this man as if she had a manual in hand."Why do not I believe you?" Damon questioned as he raised an eyebrow."Because you need to have more faith" she replied.Arabella slid into the next armchair. She took her cell phone and book that were previously on the armchair, and placed them on the side table in front of her. Damon missed contact with her."The pendant is a crucifix" he informed."Why do not you use it?" Arabella asked, looking at the man's chain that hung around her neck."God and I are not that close" he simplified.The beautiful woman decided that she would not pursue the matter.She looked at Damon with big eyes. “About Victor, thank you very much. In truth. You do not know how relieved I am.”“I will stay too” he nodded.She smiled, then just paid her attention to the book Damon was reading, and was intrigued by the man's recent availability for reading. Not that she knew his habits, but
And as the beautiful woman walked down the hall, she was recognized by the people who worked there. Her beauty was an attraction, but her presence, in itself, caused interest.The beautiful woman knocked twice on Inspector Spencer's door when he reached her."Come in," she heard him authorize, and then she entered.Arabella walked into the disorganized room. There were always some papers on the table, others thrown on the floor, and many in the cupboards.Spencer was good at what he did, but the only mess he bothered to organize was the one the criminals made around town."I am surprised by your visit...without Mason" Spencer said, leaning back in his chair to get a better view of Arabella. “Do you have something for me?”It had been a few days since she visited that police station, thanks for Mason. It was true that he was curious about her visit, trying to decipher something relevant in her face.“Mason and I are no longer together,” she said at once.To say the man's eyes were glas
"I begged them to take me off the case because I did not want to be the man on the front lines against such a powerful family, but it was my job. So I buckled down and did what I could to stop the martyrdom. I investigated as far as the stores that Mrs. Banks frequented when she shopped," Spencer said wistfully, looking straight ahead as if he was reliving the moment. “I knew the Banks family had dealings with Volkov. I knew George had met Benedict a few times. But I could not prove it.”“Investigating, I discovered the truth. Benedict and George teamed up to plot against Volkov. Benedict was just a rising fashion designer, he was murdered like a pig and dropped off the map. But George was an important, influential man, he could not end up in a ditch. So there was an agreement between Volkov and the Banks family.” Spencer revealed “George would stay alive, but he would give up his entire empire. In his place, Damon would take the top spot. George's punishment was to stop being king. D
Damon's piercing gaze bore into her, his eyes searching for any hint of what troubled her. The tension in the room was palpable, thickening with each passing moment."No... I just need..." Angel's voice trailed off, her words faltering as anxiety tightened its grip around her throat.Damon's expression remained unreadable, but his concern was evident as he took action to alleviate Angel's distress. Banks promptly pressed a button on his desk phone. "I need a pitcher of water in my office," he instructed.As the secretary quietly entered the room with the water, Angel's heart pounded in her chest. The mere presence of Damon Banks, the powerful and enigmatic figure before her, only added to her sense of unease."Drink the water, calm yourself," Damon's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment. "Then tell me why you are here."Angel nodded gratefully, her hands trembling as she reached for the glass. Each sip of water offered a fleeting moment of respite from the