AylaI stood against the door of my small servant quarters space, my heart pounding, still reeling from the shock of my husband's words. "I can't believe you'd stoop so low as far as faking a pregnancy for pity."My head span, making me slide against the door and onto the cold floor, despite my aching joints and muscles. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as a boiling feeling envoloped me. How could Roman think I was lying about his own child? Instead of hope and love, all he had subjected me to was rejection and insults."Why would you do this to me, Roman?" I whispered, the tugging chest in my pain making me close my eyes tightly.I remembered our wedding day, my trembling lips spreading into a painful smile. My mind pushed one memory after another, each one of them making my eyes burn. Though blurry, I stared at the ring on my finger, a choking sound coming out of my throat. To me it meant everything, but to Roman it was just like any other simple jewelry. Wasn't ther
Kaleb"Absolutely not! Are you out of your mind, Kaleb?" My mom shouted, placing her glass of wine on the oak table."What is wrong with you?" Roman asked, unwrapping his hand from Danica's ugly back. They were in the backyard, enjoying their Sunday, chatting and giggling while Ayla was running up and down serving them and running every errand they wanted."Ayla cannot and will not work as your secretary. She is not going to stop being a maid in this house," my mom spat, while I remained standing unfazed, my hands comfortably pocketed in my pants."She's facing the consequences of being a gold digger," Danica chimed in, chewing her ball gum loudly with her mouth open. I knew something about her was wrong when I met her for the first time before the wedding."Who asked you to talk? This is a family issue; shut up." I dismissed her, letting my lips stretch into a short smirk when her jaw dropped down."Don't talk to her like that; she's carrying my child; she's family," Roman defended,
Ayla "Thank you so much," I whispered, staring at my hands on my lap as I sat in Kaleb's office, right in front of his office desk. It all felt surreal to a point that I had to pinch myself to make sure that it wasn't a dream. I had no idea how he had managed to convince Catarina to let me work in the company, but I was glad I was no longer a fucking maid. "It's nothing, Ayla," he assured, flashing a smile and a wink that had me almost melting. "Where do I start?" Even though I felt so weak, I wanted to start work immediately. The only thing that I was dreading was having to deal with Roman. It was no secret that I would be seeing him in the company, since he was a co-CEO of his father's pharmaceutical company. "About that," Kaleb dropped his pen on his desk, then leaned on his swivel chair, holding my gaze. I fidgeted under his stare, looking everywhere around him but not at him. "Since you didn't get enough sleep last night, how about you rest up? We will officially begin tomor
Kaleb I typed furiously on my computer keyboard, trying to get rid of Ayla's creamy thighs out of my mind. My dick was painfully hard, pressing on the zipper of my slacks, demanding release. I had to press my legs together for some friction, which worsened the situation. "Damn it!" I swore, leaning on the back of my chair, running my hands on my face. "What's gotten you so worked up?" Dean's voice drifted into my ears, making me withdraw my hands from my face. "You fucker, when did you come to Nashville?" I sat up, tapping my foot on the floor. "A few minutes ago, only to find you talking to yourself. Have you suddenly gone mad?" He teased, closing the door behind him. He was supposed to be in Memphis, but his unnaounced travel to Nashville meant that something serious had happened. "No man," I heaved a sigh, making no effort to stand and give him a bro hug. He eyed me suspiciously, trying to decipher what I was hiding. We hadn't been friends since college for nothing; he knew m
Ayla I felt as if a bucket of cold ice had been poured on my head, freezing my brain into place. I could hear Catarina's and Danica's loud, harsh laugh echoing through the air, following me as I hightailed towards my room behind the mansion. I tried unlocking the door, but my hands were trembling, fumbling with the lock. "Ayla!" Kaleb called, an edge in his loud voice as he sounded closer. "Come on," I whispered to the stupid lock, trying to keep my hands steady. "Ayla." Another one followed, louder and rougher, thundering in the air. I tried pushing the door for one last time, but it wouldn't budge. I looked at the right, then at the left, my saturated mind finding it hard to make a decision. In the end, I just ran around the quarters, heading for the backyard. Kaleb's voice kept on sounding further and further as I passed by the swimming pool and got near the first line of trees. The mansion sat on a vast piece of land, with the well-mowed backyard stretching into a man-mad
Ayla"No, you're coming with me." Kaleb steered me in the direction of his wing when I tried to walk to my room."But—""No buts, Ayla. You haven't had dinner, and I know you don't have food in your room, and you don't want to go to the main kitchen. So how about I fix some leftovers for you?" As if on cue, my stomach rumbled, making me drop my eyes to my feet."At least I know you are hungry." He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand."I know right now you might be feeling like you're the unluckiest woman on earth," he began, his voice soothing."But trust me, Ayla, it is going to get better," he added, making me press my teeth together in thought."When?" I stopped walking."When is it going to get better? Can't you see that my husband is expecting a child with a woman who was my best friend, and that they are even illegally married?" I heaved, the feeling of lightheadedness returning."I don't know, but you just have to keep on pushing for the sake of my niece or nep
Kaleb"What's going on between you two?" Dean asked the moment we got inside the office after a meeting."Between me and who?" I acted clueless, taking off my coat."Don't act dumb. You think I didn't see the way you two couldn't even look at each other out there?" He wiggled his eyebrows, sitting at the chair opposite mine in the office."I don't know what you are talking about," I lied smoothly."Come on, Kaleb. You've been keeping me in the dark since I came from Memphis. What's really going on?" Dean switched from playing to being serious, making me sigh as I sat down."Ayla came across an open tab of pure porn in my TV browser," I finally revealed, pinching the bridge of my nose."But you don't watch porn, or am I missing something?" He leaned on his chair, rotating it as he studied me."That's the thing, Dean, I don't watch, but..." I let out another sigh."Since I came back, I haven't had sex. I was horny one day ago and decided to just try watching Smut. I didn't even know I h
AylaI had gotten back to work, going through online files that the previous secretary left unattended, when I smelt a familiar cologne. My hand froze on the mouse as the sound of the steps drifted in my ears, sounding closer and closer. I didn't lift up my face from the computer, not even when the sound of steps stopped right in front of my counter."From a maid to a secretary, you must be feeling like you won some lottery," Roman mocked, while I remained quiet, pressing my teeth together."Do not let what my brother is doing fool you. He is using you to spite me, you are just a piece of trash he's playing with before he finally throws you away." I held the mouse tighter, channelling my boiling feelings to the grip."Just like I did when I realised that you were just rubbish," he added, his words sending a stabbing pain in my heart, despite the fact that he had insulted me multiple times. I was fighting so hard to not let them affect me, but I was failing miserably. Every word he spo
Kaleb"Did something happen yesterday while I was out?" I asked Ayla, looking at her closely. She had kept to herself the entire drive to the office, pretending to be on the phone."Nothing happened," she murmured, staring past me."Are you sure? You don't look okay to me. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" I insisted, hoping that she hadn't discovered about Amanda and the child."I know, and I said nothing happened," she snapped, then turned and covered her face with her hands."Baby, calm down," I soothed, closing the distance between us and going around her counter. Her office was almost ready, and I couldn't wait for her to start handling bigger financial matters for the company."I want to be alone," she muttered as I pulled her out of her chair and wrapped my arms around her. She resisted for seconds before finally she settled and started shaking."You can tell me what's wrong when you are ready. But please come with me to my office; I can't leave you here looki
AylaI looked at my wristwatch, tapping my foot on the floor, then looked at the entrance door into the West Wing. I was all alone, waiting for Kaleb to come back from the office like he had said. There was a part of me that felt like he was hiding something from me, but I kept on brushing it off.When I was about to head for my phone in my bedroom to give him a call, there was a knock at the door. Since it was Kaleb's wing at the mansion, I wasn't expecting anyone, not even Marise, to come knocking. It couldn't have been Kaleb either, because he would have just opened the door."I know you're in there, Ayla; I saw you being dropped off by Kaleb earlier. I also know that you are alone because I saw him driving off." Came in Danica's voice, making me roll my eyes. Her voice alone was a reminder of my troubles, and I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted from me, especially 9 at night. I didn't want anything to do with her, so I stood to lock myself up in the bedroom when she spoke a
KalebTwo weeks after Ayla had seen her brother with Danica, none of us had made a point to tell Roman. If anything, he deserved to be kept in the dark about Danica's extramarital affairs, just as he had done to Ayla. To some extent, he was getting what he truly deserved—a cheating fake wife.Seated in a high-end restaurant for dinner, I stared at my phone for the umpteenth time, holding it under the table, like I had been for two weeks. On the screen was Amanda's picture holding a roughly four- to almost-five-year-old boy. The caption under the picture in her chat was clear as day, written, 'Meet your son, Kaleb.' It was the same picture she had sent when Dean discovered that Ayla's phone was tapped."You seem distracted; is everything okay?" Ayla asked, making me snap my head up."Who, me?" I hesitated, hurrying to pick up the fork from my barely eaten food."Yes, for the last two weeks all you do is stare into space, barely finish your food, or even get work done in the office," sh
Ayla I bolted out of the vehicle faster than Kaleb could stop me, my emotions pushing me forward faster than I could think. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered in that moment except getting closer to them—Arnold, my brother, and Danica, my former best friend. The two people at some point I thought I could trust more than anyone. They froze when they saw me, their argument dissolving into tense silence. I blinked rapidly, half convinced that my eyes were deceiving me, but how could I forget how my own brother looked? "Arnold?" I whispered in a thick barely audible voice, my steps faltering in front of them. "Ayla," he muttered, his gaze darting everywhere but at me. After years of silence, you’d think he’d at least look happy to see me. I didn’t know what to do first—hug him, slap him, or scream. Memories of surviving alone after our parents died and Uncle Rex… I shook my head, clearing the thought as Kaleb caught up to me. I couldn’t take my eyes o
Kaleb I couldn't remain in place, not when I knew that Ayla was risking her life just to lure Roman. I was squirming in the passenger seat in my car in between the array of cars, looking at my watch, the window where I could see Ayla at her reserved table, and at the entrance where Roman was likely to drive through into the lot. We had resulted in hiring a male escort to be Ayla's fake date, even though the fake profile was mine, so as not to raise any suspicions, despite me being against the idea of another man. I watched as he walked in, my feet already itching to get out, stop the damn date, and walk out with Ayla. "Relax, man; the guy knows that there are limits. Ayla is safe," Dean spoke, leaning on the driver's seat. I watched as Ayla stood up, flashing a smile at the fake date. They had some type of short conversation before the man greeted Ayla, took her hand, and kissed the back of it. "That's it," I muttered, turning to open the door, only for Dean to grab my arm, stoppin
Ayla"There's no way whatever software they are using could penetrate the security software used in Kaleb's computer," Dean explained, shaking his head, but my mind was on how I was going to confront Roman about his spying game."Ayla?" Kaleb called, placing his hand on my shoulder."Huh?" I jumped slightly, looking at him, his brows raised."I asked you a question," he stated, squinting his eyes. I could tell that he knew what I was thinking about but didn't want to address it with his best friend around."Do you remember the Securelink software we sold out to Chen's company?" Kaleb asked, pulling the chair for me to sit down again."Yes, it prevents their clients and their company from being hacked," I responded."It's the same software I use for my office devices. If someone were to attempt to even install anything, then I would get a notification via my phone. So I am confident that Randolf didn't access my computer." As Kaleb explained, I sat down but couldn't stop tapping my rig
Kaleb "So all that drama happened and you never thought to give me some of the tea?" Dean asked over the loud chatter in the company's cafeteria. "It happened too fast, man, and that's not even all," I added, looking around for any unwelcome listening ears. Since the clip, Ayla and I had upped our privacy game, staying alert and cautious at all times. "Well, I am listening," he said, lifting up his cup of coffee to take a sip. "I met Amanda in Florida, at the hotel that I was staying," I whispered, rotating my cup of coffee on the table. "Are you kidding me right now?" Dean shouted, drawing attention from other staff members to us. "I told you to keep it down. Come on, we are going to my office," I chastised, getting up that instant. "Come on, man, I just took my first sip," he whined, but got up anyway. "Silence in the elevator; I know it's still bugged," I warned again, hating the fact that I had to walk on eggshells in my own company. Dad could have never been more right on
Ayla"Easy, babe," I cried out as Kaleb rammed my pussy from behind with short yet powerful strokes."I told you I won't be gentle," he responded in between loud grunts, his fingers digging into my hips."Please," I panted, closing my eyes as he pulled out, leaving me feeling so empty."Don't you dare leave me frustrated like you did back at the office," I stated while turning around, breathing through my nose and mouth."Oh, I am just getting started, baby." He winked, and before I knew it, it swept me up bridal style."Where are you taking me?" I asked, clinging onto him, looking at his wet face. His brows were drawn together, his mouth slightly open as he walked out of the shower."Aren't you needy today?" I rolled my eyes at his words, yelping when he spanked me."On your back, baby," he instructed when he dropped me on the bed. I did as asked, my clit still throbbing."Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now," he rasped, stroking his cock in a tempting manner, making me spr
Kaleb "That was awesome, babe! I swear I had forgotten we had mom's compromising clip," I said, the moment we got to my wing. Ayla didn't say a word; she went straight to her room without looking back. "Seriously, Ayla, after putting Roman and mom in their place, now you're ignoring me?" She dropped her purse on the dresser and walked into the bathroom. "Come on, baby, we should be celebrating right now," I added, following her before she could close the door on my face. "I'm not leaving until you talk to me," I insisted, putting my hands into my pockets and leaned against the door. I watched as she started unbuttoning her blouse through the mirror, exposing her boobs bit by bit. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she shrugged it off and unzipped her skirt. "Fuck," I swore under my breath as she pulled it up and removed it, revealing her lacy white panties, that matched with her bra. Damn, she was perfection, her body playing with my fucking control. As if teasing me, she unc