It's been over six hours now. Roxanne couldn't sit still. The surgeons haven't stepped out of the theater since they began the surgery. Her aunt kept praying and trying to ask the nurses how it was going. She began to have an headache and then another nurse took her to a ward to rest."You need to rest, Ma'am, your blood pressure is on the rise." The kind nurse said. "Go with her, Tia. I'll be here for a while and then I'll go to the chapel." IN THE THEATER:Monitors beeped as the doctors, glistened in sweat, worked tirelessly to finish the surgery. The lines on the monitor began to go downwards and the monitor began to beep."We're losing him, Doctor. We can't lose him now. The procedure is done." One of the doctors said. " His body is trying to reject the heart. But it's a match." Another said. " He's having a cardiac arrest. Quick! We can't lose him." He added. The first doctor plugged in the defibrillators. "One, two, three!" The devices sent electricity into his heart. "He
Roxanne's father was discharged a few days later. "You know you don't have to come with us to New Jersey, Amor. You have work and we don't want that kind boss of yours getting angry." Her aunt said. Mr Santos was in a wheelchair. " Who's this boss Liliana can't stop talking about, Amor?" He asked. "Oh, mi hermano, Master Jaxon Hearst. He paid your bills. He's such a kind and handsome and sweet and loving... " Liliana kept talking. " Tia, that's enough. He's my boss Papa, Tia is only exaggerating his qualities." Roxanne wheeled her father to the reception. "Get better, Mr Santos." The nurses greeted as they passed. " Thank you for taking care of me. " The man replied with smiles. " So, about this boyfriend of yours.. "" Boss, Papa, Boss. He's my boss not my boyfriend." Roxanne quickly interjected. " Whoever he is, I shall like to express my gratitude. " " I'll be sure to let him know that." " You know, I think he likes you." Liliana spoke again in a bid to tease Roxanne. "
"Uhmmm." Roxanne moaned softly in her sleep. She could tell she wasn't in her room. It smelled different and the bed felt bigger. As Roxanne slowly opens her eyes, the morning light peeking through the window blinds highlights the chiseled features of Jaxon beside her. His strong jawline and nose are accentuated by the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and his dark eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks. His lips, slightly parted, seem to curve into a subtle smile, even in slumber. The soft morning light dancing across his face makes his skin appear radiant, and his tousled hair adds a hint of endearing messiness to his otherwise chiseled appearance. Roxanne's gaze lingers on Jaxon's peaceful expression, and her heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of him. She feels a flutter in her chest, and her face warms with a soft blush as she realizes she's been gazing at him for moments, lost in the beauty of his sleeping form.Just as she's drinking in the sight of him, Jaxon's eyes
Jaxon felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as Roxanne's wetness enveloped his length slowly. She had a glint of mischief in her eyes as she lowered herself on him. "Oh so good! You like that, Master? You like the feel of my wetness on you?" She asked as she began to ride him slowly. Jaxon sat back into his office chair, holding her short skirt up. She was in control and for some reason, he was loving it. "F**k! Princess! You don't know what you do to me. Keep going! Don't you dare stop! " He says, his voice ragged and his eyes flaming with a burning hunger. Roxanne began to move her hips in a circular motion. "Oh you feel so good inside of me." She moans. Jaxon feels himself close. He doesn't want this to end just yet. "Get on the table." He orders. Roxanne gets off him and sits on the large brown office table, careful not to tear the documents on them or sit on his computer. "You're so beautiful, Princess. I can't get over your taste." With this, Jaxon buries his face in
Three knocks on Roxanne's door was enough to get her up. "Who is it?" She asked. She thought it was Mrs Anderson doing her daily sheet check. She checked her phone, it was just seven in the morning. Way too early. "Open up, Princess." Jaxon's voice sounded from outside. " Mr. Jaxon, Sir? " She asked just to be sure as she was too sleepy. " What other confirmation do you need, Pet? Open up." Roxanne could hear the impatience in his voice. She grudgingly got out of bed and went to open the door. "Good Morning, Princess." Jaxon's lips crashed roughly on hers. He tasted of coffee. He'd been up for a while, she figured. "Sir?" Roxanne broke the kiss. "Come on, Princess, you know why I'm here. You said your period would be gone by today. I'm here now." Jaxon grabbed her and kissed her again. He really was very impatient. " But sir, I haven't even showered to clean up yet. And it's just seven in the morning, Sir." Roxanne tried to get out of his grip but his arms were firmly on her
Jaxon informed Roxanne through a text that there was an emergency and she should be at his place in thirty minutes. "Why her?" He asked himself. His fingers hovered on the keyboard, ready to text a countdown to her as she was taking longer than usual, but before he hit send, a cab stopped and right out the car, there she was. Roxanne got his attention by waving at him. A smile across her face, just like the sun. Jaxon caught his reflection on the phone screen smiling. He sucked his lips to a thin line. What was going on with him? He placed his hand on his head, then his neck. His temperature seemed okay. The fact was that he needed to understand his obsession with Roxanne and her innocence. "It's just her body, that's all." He said convincing himself. He made up his mind to visit a doctor or a therapist, maybe a psychiatrist after his trip."What's the emergency?" Roxanne asked as she got close to him. " Nothing serious, just that you're coming with me on my business trip to Gre
"Wow, Princess... You're breathtaking." Jaxon's eyes lingered on her. Roxanne's eyes twinkled as Jaxon's words hung in the air. A soft blush crept up her cheeks, painting them a delicate shade of pink. Her lips, painted a subtle shade of coral, curled into a gentle smile, revealing a hint of white teeth.Her gaze drifted down, her eyes tracing the curves of her dress as if seeing it for the first time. The fabric seemed to glow in response, as if repeating Jaxon's admiration. Her fingers subconsciously played with each other. Something she does when she gets nervous. She was nervous under his gaze. As she raised her eyes to meet Jaxon's, her smile deepened, and her pupils dilated, revealing a flicker of pleasure. Her chest rose and fell with a subtle sigh, as if she'd been holding her breath. In that moment, Roxanne's entire being radiated a soft, feminine glow, as if Jaxon's words had awakened a hidden light within her. One she had never thought to see herself in. "Thank you, Si
Golden rays of the sun pinched its way through the blinds, into the room. Roxanne moaned softly as she adjusted on the bed, facing Jaxon. Roxanne's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze blurry and unfocused. She tossed her head to the side, her golden curls spilling across the pillow. Her slender hand rose, rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes. Jaxon sat up on the bed, his eyes fixed intently on her. As her vision cleared, their gazes met, and Roxanne's cheeks flushed with surprise. She sat up abruptly, her blue sleeping dress rustling with the sudden movement. "Good morning," Jaxon said, his deep voice low and smooth, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.Roxanne's face grew even redder as she fumbled for a response, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "G-good morning," she stuttered, her voice husky with sleep.This was the second time she was waking up next to him. "It's creepy to watch someone sleep." She added, her voice still sl
"Ah,yes, Daddy, gosh! You f**k me so good."Loo's moans fill the room as Jaxon keeps thrusting hard into her. Her legs are tied to the bed. Her right hand played with her nipple while her left, rubbed her clit. "Harder, Daddy, Harder!" She moaned. Jaxon kept going harder. He couldn't seem to get Roxanne off his mind. He was pounding Loo, yes, but instead of her moans, his mind kept playing Roxanne's moans. He stopped thrusting."Why?" Loo asks, with a whine.Jaxon loosens the ropes he used on her legs."Flip over!" He orders her."Yes, daddy." Loo says and quickly does as she's told. Her ass is to him, perfectly arched. Loo licks her fingers and begins to rub herself in that position. "Get yourself wetter, Dolly." "Yes, yes daddy." She moans as she rubs harder. Jaxon pulls her hair back, thrusting harder into her. He spanks her."Yes, Daddy, harder." Loo moans. Jaxon spanks her harder. He could feel himself close as he visualized Roxanne. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum." Loo cries as she f
Loo steps into the bathroom, the warm water of the shower washing away any lingering traces of Sentinel. She takes her time, her hands lingering on her skin as she applies a blend of lavender, bergamot, and vanilla essential oils. The scent fills the air, calming her nerves. "Ah... Relaxing!" She says as she takes a deep breath, inhaling the scents. She massages the oils into her skin, her fingers tracing the curves of her body. Her eyes close, and she breathes deeply, feeling the tension melt away.As she dresses, her movements are deliberate and slow. She slips into a dark purple gown, the lace fabric hugging her curves perfectly. The dress stops high on her thighs, showcasing her toned legs. Her cleavage is generously displayed, and she feels a thrill of excitement.She slides into thigh-high boots, the leather creaking softly as she moves. Her makeup is bold, her eyes lined with eyeliner and her lips painted a deep red. She takes a final glance in the mirror, her eyes sparkling
Roxanne pulls up to her father's house, the shopping bags filled with groceries weighing her down. She presses the bell, and in just a few seconds, the door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar face. The woman has bobbed blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkle with warmth. She looks around forty, with a friendly smile that puts Roxanne at ease."Uh... Good afternoon, uh... Ma'am?" Roxanne says, her words faltering slightly."Good afternoon!" The woman replies, her smile widening.Before Roxanne can ask who she is, her aunt appears behind the woman, ushering her in. "Ah! Roxy! You're here. Come, come, come on in!"Roxanne's eyes remain fixed on the stranger as she enters the house. "Who... who is she?" she asks her aunt, curiosity getting the better of her."Oh, Roxy, meet Elena," her aunt says. "She's the caregiver Jaxon hired to assist me with your father."Roxanne's eyes widen in surprise. "Caregiver? Jaxon hired? He didn't tell me anything," she says, her brow furrowed in conc
Loo steps out of the mall, her shopping bags in hand, looking sexy in her short black crop top and denim skirt with boots. Her braided hair and dark shades adds a sassy touch to her outfit. She strides into the parking lot, her hips swaying from side to side, and, her heels clicking on the pavement.As she approaches her car, her eyes narrow, she takes off her shades. A sleek car is parked behind hers, and she can see a dent on her bumper. Her eyes flash with anger as she marches to the other car. "Hey! You bashed my car and you're blocking my path!" she exclaims, knocking on the glass.The glass winds down, revealing a man with dark hair and shades. His defined features make him look like a model. "You hit my car!" Loo repeats.The man removes his shades, and their eyes lock. Loo's eyes widen in recognition. "Jax? Jaxon freaking Hearst!" She yells, her voice laced with surprise.Jaxon looks closely at her, and recognition hits him too. "Louisa Rodriguez? Sassy Louisa?" He gets out
Merida sits up in her hospital bed, surrounded by Detective Meyer, Detective Morrison, her mother, and Betsy. She takes a noisy sip from a soda can, her eyes glued on the detectives."So, how are you feeling now, Miss Corpus?" Detective Meyer asks, his voice soft and concerned.Merida sets the can down, her brow furrowed. "I feel better, but my head still aches."Detective Morrison leans forward, his eyes intense. "So, are you good enough to tell us anything you remember from the night you were attacked and the other day you felt someone watching you?"Merida smiles weakly, her eyes reflecting with humor and pain. "One question at a time, detective."The room falls silent, the only sound the beeping of machines and Merida's labored breathing. Her mother reaches out, taking her hand in a gentle grasp. Betsy offers a supportive smile. The detectives exchange a knowing glance, their faces stern with determination."Okay, let's start with the night of the attack," Detective Meyer says, hi
Loo bursts through the door, her face frowned in frustration and anger. She slams her purse down on the sofa, the contents spilling out onto the sofa. "The nerve of that stupid Sentinel. Tsk! I really don't blame him." She huffed and cursed.She walks over to the bar, her high heels clicking on the floor, and grabs a glass and a bottle of whiskey. She pours herself a generous amount, the amber liquid splashing into the glass. She took off her heels and carelessly throws them to the side. She lights a cigarette, the flame from the lighter casting a brief, flickering glow on her face. The smoke curls up towards the ceiling as she takes a long drag, her eyes closed in exhaustion. " F**k you, Sentinel! Damn you to hell. If Jaxon wasn't being such an annoying d*ck, I'd not have come to you." She says as she takes another long drag of her cigarette, and sip from her glass. She drops the drink on the table. Her left hand instinctively goes between her legs. She feels her wetness. She w
"I knew someone else was in that house. The old hag wouldn't let me go to his room. She's in on this too! " Loo yelled as she paced back and forth in Sentinel's living room. The veins around her neck were popping out as she complained and cursed. Her forehead glistened with sweat even with the whole place fully air-conditioned. "You need to calm down, Loo. You're taking this too far." Sentinel said. "Stop saying that! You're not the one whose man is about to be stolen, are you? " " Sometimes I wonder if this man of yours is really yours. He doesn't seem to know he belongs to you. You're blinded by your obsession with him. You're plainly obsessed!"Loo shot him glares. If looks could kill, Sentinel would have a hundred daggers in his chest by now. "I love him!" She snapped. "And is he aware that you do? Or you just think in your head that he does too and because you are fucking him, he belongs to you? " Loo rushed at him. She wanted to slap him but her hand just stayed up in the
Roxanne's hands and legs were tied firmly to the bed posts. On her face, a black tie served as a blindfold. She squirmed as Jaxon used his tongue and a vibrator on her. "Easy with the movements, Princess." He chuckled and kept going." I can't take this anymore, Master. This is pure torture." Roxanne breathed. "Oh I'm just getting started, princess, patience, patience!" Jaxon buries his face again and circled the vibrator around her clit. Roxanne tried to close her legs together.Smack!His palms smacked her thighs. "Agh!" She cried out. "Do not let me use the bars, honey, stay still and I'll untie you in no time."" Yes, Master." Jaxon slid his finger into her, massaging her walls. " Oh so wet! Listen to how you sound." He said. "Uhmmm!" Roxanne kept moaning as his finger thrusts in and out of her. The vibrator was still on her clit. Jaxon reached deeper with two of his fingers. Roxanne gasped. " F**k! Master! Oh shit!" She cursed. His finger massaged her G-spot in a circular
Roxanne decided to wear one of the gowns they had gotten in Greece since it wasn't a fancy fancy dinner, just dinner at his place. It was a leather gown. It hugged her figure perfectly and its neckline was heart shaped, revealing a little cleavage. She finished it up with a thigh high boot. Her make up wasn't that loud, just powder, lip gloss and eyeliner. She let down her blonde hair and it fell down to her back like a waterfall. Jaxon waited patiently, adjusting and readjusting the dinner table. He didn't know why he was nervous, it was just Roxanne, the pole dancer. Still, he was nervous. He was wearing grey joggers and a vintage shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at the dinner spread of fried chicken, grilled vegetables, and baked potatoes. A tall bottle of expensive red wine stood beside the large ice cream cake. "Jaxon!" Mrs Anderson called out. "Mrs Anderson, thank you very much for this. I can't certainly than