LANDON:Jason Walsh, that obnoxious playboy, seemed to think he could bring his womanizing antics wherever he pleased. I reluctantly accepted this contract, primarily because of the good rapport I had with Libra, and because Peter had crafted a proposal promising a profit of a hundred million dollars. It was a chance to make up for Anthony's failed projects and put Peter's potential to good use. I couldn't bear the thought of keeping him hidden in a corner, wasting his talents. Hence, I made the decision to promote Peter, entrusting Zenith to oversee the entire transaction.However, when I got wind of Jason's presence at the event, it rubbed me the wrong way. The spoiled brat had the audacity to shamelessly ogle my mate right in front of me. She, on the other hand, stood her ground and met his gaze without flinching. It was as if she was relishing his attention and even encouraging him. Something about him didn't sit right with me; he reeked of deceit and promiscuity. I could bet that
LANDON:I quickly picked up on the disturbance in Venita's energy and scent. It was clear that something was amiss. With a sense of urgency, I followed the disarray to the kitchen where I found Venita cornered by Rosalie, who appeared to be delivering an intimidating lecture. Venita stood there, frozen and vulnerable, her head bowed, while Rosalie continued to berate her with hurtful words and aggressive gestures.My chest tightened, and a low growl escaped my lips as I observed the situation. It was evident that this wasn't a typical workplace discussion about coffee machines or office etiquette. Rosalie's demeanor was far more hostile, and her words had a cutting edge to them.I strained to tune in to their conversation, attempting to decipher Rosalie's harsh words and Venita's subdued responses."...look at the rag you're wearing," Rosalie sneered, poking Venita's chest. "You had eyes to seduce a billionaire. I don't blame cheap whores like you. I blame the organization for not pro
VENITA:What did he expect of me when he always came running to save me like my knight in shining armor? Countless times when I was in distress, he managed to show up just when I needed him most. It was both relieving and addicting, that feeling of being protected and cherished. Especially the overwhelming masculinity he exuded whenever he took charge of a situation. He stood there, tall and powerful, as if he ruled the world. There was an undeniable aura of authority about him that made everyone else seem small and insignificant. I wouldn't be surprised if there was an element of royalty in him.At just thirty years old, he held empires upon empires, commanding a wealth and influence that dwarfed other wealthy individuals. His presence was intimidating, and he had the power to make those who thought themselves superior feel small. I yearned for a life like his, or at least something closer to it. With such resources and status, I wouldn't have to deal with the likes of Rosalie and Ja
LANDON:I used to be indifferent when witnessing someone being looked down upon. After all, it wasn't my business, and if you wanted to change that, you had the option to work hard, make money, elevate your social standing, and become someone so significant that others would bow to you instead of wanting to push you aside. However, there was a clear line drawn when it came to Venita.I chose this high-end boutique, Chic Couture Château, for a specific reason. It exuded luxury and class, offering the very best in the city. I had first discovered this place with Mirage, though she never witnessed the experience as she should have. Now, I was thrilled to have Venita join me in this exquisite environment.Over the years, I had often worked with Genevive, placing my trust in her ability to provide me with the finest offerings. Even during the times when I had lost interest in women, I had Peter handle my shopping, not caring about what he picked as long as it enhanced my pleasure and made
VENITA:"Mr. Kurt, your daughter gave another student a slash mark," the principal, perhaps out of habit, chose to address Landon instead of me. I didn't hold it against her, especially given how Landon had led the way. I had to admit; I might have done the same. Why wouldn't I? Landon had not only transformed my wardrobe but also my entire image. He had spent a fortune on clothing, shoes, and expensive accessories. The truth was, I could quit my job, move away from his life, sell these items, and set myself up for life. I didn't expect him to go to such lengths. I doubted he had done it for me. It was more about his exclusivity and comfort. He wouldn't want anyone to catch him shopping with someone like me that was why he restricted the place and he also didn't want wealthy clients making fun of him for having a poorly dressed secretary. Yet, there he was, addressing me as his lady at the boutique. It was confusing. How I wished it were genuine. It was challenging not to fall for
VENITA:As we settled into the car, Landon carefully placed Sasha in the back seat. All eyes seemed to be on us, and I experienced a mix of comfort and pride. Landon gallantly opened the car door for me before making his way to the driver's seat."I didn't do that," Sasha mumbled softly, her voice trembling."I know, sweetheart," I reassured her, reaching out to pat her hand gently.Landon, sitting in the front, began to address Sasha, his tone firm but caring. "Why did you get into a fight with that boy?""He called me a monster," Sasha admitted, her voice still shaken. "He just kept saying it, even when I begged him to stop. I got so mad, and I shoved him hard on his chest."My head snapped back so quickly that it might have sounded like a crack. I scrutinized my child, trying to make sense of her words. She had the build of a typical child her age. She stood at about three feet five inches tall and weighed around forty pounds. She was petite and still carrying a hint of baby chubbi
VENITA:His sudden appearance startled me for a moment, but my mind told me to just relax and let the fantasy flow. I could feel Landon’s fingers digging gently into my hips. I felt his thumbs at the small of my back, gently massaging the dips above my ass. I rolled my head to the side and moaned as he pressed his lips to my shoulder. He nibbled his way up my neck and to my ear. He took my earlobe between his teeth and bit down just enough to hurt in the most wonderful way. I could feel his hot breath in my ear. His tongue followed his breath. He licked the rim of my ear and darted his tongue inside. A shudder went through me as I could feel the hot juices pooling between my legs. Landon’s hands came around to cup my tits. He squeezed the nipples between his fingers. He moaned in my ear. I felt his cock pressing into my back; long, hard, wet from his juices. He slid his cock up and down my back. I could feel his balls rubbing against my ass. I braced my hands on the sink and wiggled
VENITA:I carefully treaded through the house, my heart pounding so loudly it felt like it might escape my chest. The serendipitous emptiness of the house was in my favor, and with Sasha playing outside, my mission was shrouded in secrecy. I needed to find Landon, and I was willing to take the risk to get what I wanted.The inexplicable pull in my chest led me to Landon's office. I stood at the door, ready to knock and confront him with my intentions, when I overheard a conversation that made me pause. It was Landon's voice, and I felt my heart sink as I listened."I can't be there tonight. Keep my side of the bed warm. Don't miss me too much," he said.My world crumbled, and I ran to find a hiding spot, seeking refuge in the kitchen. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but question my actions. Rosalie had been right all along. What had possessed me to doll myself up, trying to seduce a man who hadn't shown an ounce of interest in me? He had reiterated countless times that