The next day arrived with an oppressive weight hanging over me, a gnawing sense of dread that intensified as noon approached. Thiago’s message from last night had haunted my thoughts, making sleep impossible. Now, sitting in my office, I was counting down the minutes, trying to calm the anxiety bubbling inside me.Lucia had texted me earlier, confirming our meeting for the next morning. That brought me some comfort, knowing I had someone I could trust in this mess. But today, I had to face Thiago alone, and I couldn’t help but feel that this confrontation would be different—more dangerous.At exactly noon, I heard the unmistakable sound of Thiago’s heavy footsteps approaching my office door. I straightened up, bracing myself as the door swung open.There he stood, immaculate in his tailored suit, exuding control and power. But there was something else—something darker—in his expression today. His eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t help but shiver under his intense gaze.“Wifey,” he
As I stood there, my body still trembling from the intensity of Thiago’s punishment the other night and now this, a strange calm settled over me. It was the aftermath of something I couldn’t quite describe—pleasure mixed with a dangerous kind of satisfaction, the kind that made me question where the boundaries between lust and control blurred.Thiago shifted beside me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “What’s on your mind, wifey?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost teasing, but I could still hear the edge of dominance lurking beneath it.I bit my lip, unsure of how to answer. What was on my mind? really?The truth was, I didn’t even know anymore. Being with Thiago was like being on a constant rollercoaster—one moment I was fighting against him, and the next, I was drowning in the pleasure he knew how to bring out of me. It left me feeling off-balance, vulnerable. But in the same breath, I wanted more.“I don’t know…” I finally admitted
The room was dimly lit, but that didn’t hide the cold steel glint of guns and rifles lining the walls. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight, feeling like I had just walked into a nightmare. I hadn’t been prepared for this — not in a million years. “Thiago… what is this?” I asked, my voice trembling as I pointed toward the wall of firearms. My throat was tight, and a sinking feeling settled deep in my stomach. He leaned casually against the desk, watching me with those calculating eyes of his, arms crossed over his chest. “I told you, Bridgette. I wanted to be honest with you,” he said, his voice calm, like he was telling me what we were having for dinner. “This is part of my other underground business. It’s where most of my profits come from.”I blinked, trying to process his words, but they made no sense. My mind felt foggy, like I was drowning in confusion and disbelief. “Selling smuggled guns? Thiago, you’re telling me you’re involved in… illegal firearms?” My voic
The tension was thick, wrapping around me like a cold blanket as we drove in silence. Thiago hadn’t said a word since the call, his anger simmering beneath the surface. I could feel it in the air, like a storm waiting to break. I sat stiffly beside him, my hands clenched in my lap, heart racing from the revelations of the past hour—illegal firearms, smuggling, and now, whatever this was.I’d never imagined this side of Thiago’s empire. Sure, I knew he had a dark side, but this—illegal firearms? Smuggled luxury cars? The sheer danger of it all sent my mind spiraling. And the way he had pulled me into it, without so much as a warning... it felt like I was falling deeper into a world I didn’t recognize. A world where Thiago was both a king and a tyrant.The car came to a stop outside a dimly lit building, the air heavy with impending confrontation. Thiago stepped out without a word, his shoulders rigid with fury. I followed hesitantly, my heart pounding in my chest. The building loome
His words reverberated through me, the intensity of them sinking into my very core. I could feel his need, his anger, his desire all blending together in the way his hands moved over my body—and it was so possessive.Thiago’s grip tightened around my ass as he pulled me even closer, his mouth never leaving my skin as he glide down to suck my clivage. I wanted his kisses more that I voluntarily undress my top exposing my breast with my plumpy erected nipples.His eyes softened as though he liked the scene before his face, “They’re lovely, wifey. As though they inviting me to suck them.”I leaned in beside his ear and said, “Then be my guest, darling.” With a teasing sense. Thiago obliged and sucked one of my nippled and the hardness it has a moment ago softened the moment Thiago’s wet and warm tongue curled around it. It made me silent squirm as I bit his left earlobe and I think it must have triggered him more as his cocked hardened inside his pants.It made me become so curious abou
The following days blurred into a mix of meetings, reports, and endless tasks. I tried to throw myself into work, letting it be my escape, my shield from the chaotic whirlwind that had become my personal life, especially after what I learned about Thiago.Lucia was in and out of my office more than usual, juggling paperwork, reminders, and upcoming events. “Madame CEO, please don’t forget, we have the expo coming up in two weeks,” Lucia said, placing another stack of documents on my desk. She gave me a sympathetic look, probably seeing the exhaustion written all over my face.“I haven’t forgotten, Lucia. Don’t worry. Email me the details of the exhibitors, we need to make sure Bermudez Group’s booth would stand out.” I replied, forcing a smile. I hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in days, but I didn’t have time to stop. Not now. Not with everything coming up. The workload was unrelenting—projects, expos, presentations. Every day I left the office late, my body aching, my mind buzzi
I dared not to provoke him.As much as possible, I didn’t want to get him serious about fucking me infront of the board members.And so, the tension between Thiago and me had grown unbearable. His every stolen moment, every whispered word, sent my mind spinning. It was like a constant push and pull, an invisible tether that neither of us could break. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure why I wanted to.Days passed, and I found myself tangled deeper in Thiago’s web, despite my best efforts to focus on work. Lucia, ever diligent, noticed the change in me but thankfully said nothing. Instead, she continued to bring me updates, event schedules, and project reports, as if pretending I was still the same focused Bridgette who had everything under control.But nothing was under control. Least of all, me.One evening, after hours at the office, I sat in my chair, rubbing my temples, trying to ward off an impending headache. The office was quiet; most of the staff had left for the day. I was fi
I was about to fall asleep on the living area when I heard him opened the room’s door—Thiago never waited for an invitation when he decided to invade my space. I groaned and reluctantly stood up, brushing my hair back with my hands as I padded toward the door.Opening it, I found him standing there in his usual casual yet commanding style. He wore a simple black shirt and dark jeans, but somehow, he always managed to make even the most basic clothing look like a tailored power suit. His dimmed oceanic blue eyes flicked over me, taking in my tired state, and he gave me that smug smile that made my stomach do an unwanted flip."You didn't have to come home early," I said, trying to sound annoyed, but the exhaustion and my faltering willpower made my voice weaker than I intended."Of course, I did," Thiago replied, stepping inside without waiting for permission. He moved with the confidence of someone who owned the place, which, in many ways, he did—at least in the sense that he owned m
The old pier stretched before me, silent except for the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the wooden posts. A single lamplight flickered above, casting long shadows across the damp planks. My heart pounded as I scanned the area, my breath visible in the night air.I checked my phone again. Midnight. I was a few minutes early, but whoever had sent the message wasn’t here yet.Or maybe they were watching.A gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine. I crossed my arms, not just against the cold, but against the gnawing uncertainty clawing at my insides. This could be a trap. Thiago could have sent the message, luring me here to force a conversation I wasn’t ready for. Or worse—someone else, someone more dangerous, could be behind it.I turned, about to leave, when I heard footsteps. Slow. Measured.I spun back, my pulse skyrocketing as a shadow emerged from the darkness.It wasn’t Thiago.Victor.His sharp features were cast in half-light, his expression unreadable as he stepped towar
Thiago kissed me like he was trying to brand himself into my soul—like he could erase every doubt, every betrayal, with the heat of his mouth.And for a moment, I let him.For a moment, I kissed him back, gripping his shirt like it could anchor me to something real.But reality crashed in just as fast.I shoved him away, breathless, my lips still tingling from the force of him.His chest rose and fell, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a heat that burned straight through me.“No,” I said, voice hoarse.Thiago’s jaw tightened. “Bridgette—”“No,” I repeated, stepping back. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to lie to me, manipulate me, and then kiss me like I’m supposed to forget everything.”His hands curled into fists at his sides. “I wasn’t lying to you.”“Really?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then why do I feel like I just walked into a trap?”Thiago exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this.”I crossed my arms.
I forced myself to meet Santiago’s gaze, schooling my expression into something unreadable. If he was here, breaking into my penthouse in the middle of the night, it wasn’t just to chat.He wants something.I wasn’t going to give it to him.“You have about ten seconds to explain why you’re here before I call security,” I said, gripping the wine bottle so tightly my knuckles ached.Santiago smirked, the kind of lazy, self-assured grin that made my stomach twist. He took a slow step forward, completely unfazed by my threat. “Security?” he mused. “Mmm… You could call them. But we both know they won’t get here in time, mi amor.”His voice was smooth, practiced, laced with the kind of confidence that came from knowing he held all the cards.I refused to let him see the flicker of unease tightening in my chest.“I don’t have time for games, Santiago.”“I know,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Which is why I’ll get to the point.”In one fluid motion, he reached inside his suit jacket. I
His lips moved against mine with a slow, deliberate hunger, as if he was savoring every second of my surrender. I should have pushed him away. I should have turned and walked out of this penthouse, out of his life, like I swore I would.But the second his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, every ounce of resistance melted away.Thiago knew my body too well. He knew exactly how to unravel me with a single touch, how to make me forget logic and consequences. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending a shiver through me, his kiss deepening until I was breathless.I tore away, gasping, my palms flat against his chest. “Thiago—”His forehead rested against mine, his breathing just as uneven. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”My fingers curled into his shirt, torn between desire and the storm raging in my mind. “It’s not about what I want.”He exhaled, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “Then what is it about, Wifey?”That nickname. The way it rolled off his tongue like a promise
The hallway felt too small, too suffocating with both men standing there—Victor rigid with frustration, Thiago exuding that quiet, commanding presence that had always been my undoing.I should tell him to leave. I should push past this moment and pretend my heart wasn’t beating too fast, that I wasn’t already losing this battle.But I didn’t.Instead, I met Thiago’s gaze head-on. “What do you want?”He tilted his head slightly, studying me, before stepping closer. Too close. The scent of him—expensive cologne, faint whiskey, something distinctly him—wrapped around me like a noose.Victor shifted beside me, his tension palpable. “You’re wasting your time, Bermudez. She’s done with whatever game you’re playing.”Thiago let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes never leaving mine. “That so?” His fingers twitched at his side, like he was resisting the urge to touch me. “Because she hasn’t told me to leave yet.”Damn him.Victor exhaled sharply. “Bridgette.” His voice was low, a warning.I swallow
The silence stretched between us, thick with words left unsaid. Victor's gaze remained steady, unwavering, as if he could will me into understanding the danger I was walking into. Maybe he could see the fracture lines forming beneath my skin, the way I was slowly unraveling under the weight of my own choices.But what choice did I have? Thiago was a shadow I couldn’t outrun. No matter how far I went, how fiercely I tried to carve out a life separate from him, he was always there. And worst of all, some part of me still wanted him to be.I exhaled sharply, shoving past Victor toward the kitchen, needing space—needing something to ground me before I lost myself completely in this never-ending push and pull. I reached for the half-empty wine bottle on the counter and poured myself a glass. My hand trembled slightly as I took a sip, the bitter liquid burning down my throat.Victor followed but didn’t say anything right away. He just leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest,
The silence between Victor and me stretched, taut and suffocating. He watched me like I was a puzzle he had almost solved but was too frustrated to finish.“Bridge,” he finally said, his voice softer now. “You don’t have to do this alone. You know that, right?”I swallowed against the lump in my throat. Victor had always been my safety net, the one person who saw the mess I was and still chose to stand by me. But even he couldn’t save me from myself.I turned away, rubbing my arms as though that could shake off the cold creeping into my bones. “I’m tired, Vic. Can we just—can we not do this tonight?”His eyes darkened, but he nodded once, reluctant. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him. I waited, standing frozen in place until I heard his footsteps fade down the hallway. Then, with a shaky breath, I turned and pressed my forehead against the door, letting my eyes close.Not five minutes later, my phone vibrated on the counter.I didn’t wan
The weight of Lucia’s words lingered long after she was gone, settling over me like an unwelcome shroud. The air in my apartment felt heavier, thick with the ghost of Thiago’s presence.I set the wine glass down with a soft clink, pressing my fingers against my temples. My head throbbed, not from the alcohol but from the war waging inside me. Thiago was a storm—unrelenting, consuming, and I was the fool who kept stepping into the rain without an umbrella.I forced myself to move, needing to shake off the static thrumming in my veins. One step, then another, until I was standing before my bedroom mirror. The woman staring back at me looked like a stranger. There was defiance in her eyes, yes, but beneath it, something else lurked—uncertainty.My gaze dropped to the ring, still snug on my finger. I could almost feel the phantom trace of Thiago’s touch lingering there. My hands curled into fists. I should take it off. I should have done it the second he walked out that door.With a sharp
The elevator ride to my apartment was silent except for the dull hum of the machinery. My fingers hovered over the ring on my hand, debating whether to rip it off before I stepped through the door. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I stepped out into the hallway, my heels clicking against the polished floor, my pulse a steady drumbeat in my ears. As I neared my door, a whisper of hesitation curled in my chest, but I ignored it. My fingers trembled only slightly as I unlocked the door and stepped inside.The lights were already on.I froze.And then…“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.”Thiago’s voice curled through the space, rich and smooth, wrapping around me like a silk noose. He was there, lounging in my living room like he belonged. A bottle of wine sat open on the table, two glasses half-poured. Like he’d planned for this. Like he knew I’d come.My breath stuttered. “You broke into my apartment.”Thiago smirked, tilting his head. “Now, now, wifey. You gave me a key, reme