"You're mine, cara mia. All of you…" Stephan whispered huskily into my ear. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, mixed with the heady aroma of sweat and desire. His large, strong hands were wrapped around my body, one of them trailing slowly down my thigh. I felt completely consumed by him, unable to escape the heat of his touch. My heart was pounding… “But I have a fiance." Although I was loving every moment of this, I couldn't bring myself to accept what he laid before me. “And he loves me so much, Stephan. I can't do this to him. I—” His next response left me in bewilderment. “Shssh—” He hushed me, placing a finger across my lips. "I'll pay him off…" •••••••• Even though I knew it was wrong, I felt my heart racing at the thought of him. I was engaged to someone else, a kind and caring college student who had always been there for me. But this man, this powerful and mysterious billionaire, had awoken something in me that I couldn't ignore. I knew that I was playing with fire, and that it could all go up in wild flames. But I was willing to take the risk, because I knew that this was something I had to explore. Every inch of it. I had to find out what lay at the end of this dangerous path
View MoreAfter the woman left the office, Mr. Gray gestured for me to take her seat. I sat down, placing my bag on my lap. As I glanced at my watch, I realized that Marissa would be returning any minute. And yet, I hadn't been able to accomplish any of the tasks I'd set out to do that day. I felt a sense of frustration and disappointment, knowing that my day had been a waste. Mr. Gray began to peruse the documents I had brought, and I did my best to remain composed, still and silent. My eyes dropped to the floor as I waited.My mind drifted to the thoughts of all that needed to be done: visiting my mother, resigning from my job, and gathering the ingredients Arielle had requested.Time seemed too slow as I waited, fidgeting in my chair and growing impatient. ‘Why is he taking so long?’ I wondered. ‘I have so much to do!’ I couldn't help but glance up, and when I did, I was surprised to find him staring at me. It was as if he could read my every thought. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a
I looked up and read the name on the wall, "Gray's Corporation." And my heart made a flip. I was scared to walk through that door and meet Mr Gray. I was scared of what his employees would think, seeing me deliver documents to him. "You'll find me in the parking lot," Miguel said as he got out of the car after me. The parking lot was massive, taking up a large portion of the company's grounds. There were cars parked in every row, all neatly arranged."Alright. See you later, Miguel," I said, looking around at the impressive sight. Tall trees lined the walkway, providing shade and adding to the aesthetic appeal of the place. The building itself was magnificent, rising up into the sky for over 40 floors. “I hope he's around." I muttered to myself. With my fingers crossed, I walked through the door, hoping that Mr. Gray would be at the reception office, waiting to get his documents, or that he already sent out his secretary to fetch it from me. Inside, the lobby was spacious an
It was 11Am, and the house was quiet. The maids had retired to their rooms, having nothing more to do. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.I was dressing up, about to step out when someone knocked on my door. I hesitated for a while, wondering who it could be. Of course the last person I wanted to see was Azula. Ever Since the incident at the stairs, I'd tried my best to avoid her. It was too early to have clashes for the sake of my job. “It's me, Scarlett." Arielle said, pushing the door slightly open."Oh please, come in," I said with a warm smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "There's no need to knock," I put down the brush I had been using to smooth my hair and walked over to greet her. “Good afternoon." "Are you going somewhere?” Arielle asked, regarding me.“Yeah. There are a few things I need to get from home, before Marissa gets back." I answered, "Is there something I could help you with?”"I'm not feeling too great," Arielle said, "and
I woke up with a startle and checked the time. It was 7:10 AM! “What?!” I got out of bed, slipping my feet into my moccasins. I rushed out to Marissa's room. She wasn't there and her bed was made. It looked so smooth like she didn't sleep there the previous night. She wasn't in her closet either. “6 A.M,” he said." I uttered to myself as I rushed to the sitting room, fearing the worst. “Totally useless." Azula sneered as she walked past me carrying Marissa's worn clothes.I turned to look at her, until she was out of sight. “What have I done to her that she keeps making those remarks?" I wondered. "Good morning Miss Scarlett!” Marissa called and I turned to look at her. She was having breakfast at the dining table, and I could see that she was dressed for school. “Hello, Marissa." I said, grinning at her as I walked over to the table. “I can see you're dressed for school.” I said as I dragged out the nearest seat and sank into it. "You look like a Barbie princess in this dres
“I— want to get some water." I stammered. I couldn't understand why Mr Gray's presence always made me feel so uncomfortable and self-conscious. There was something mysterious about him that made me feel this way.“I instructed you to come see me after, but you flout my order. Why is that so?” He asked, looking at me, as he drummed rhythmically on the arm of the couch. “I… I'm sorry I fell asleep.” I apologized looking away.He took a quick glance at his wrist watch. “Okay. Get whatever you want from the kitchen, meet me here, I want to speak with you for a while.” He said as he picked up his glass of water, taking a sip. I nodded, tossing back some tousled strands of hair as they slipped off, entering my mouth. “Alright Mr Gray."As I walked away, very conscious of myself, I wondered how long he had been there, probably ever since the time I got back with Marissa. ‘What kind of a human being is he?’“Damn it, why do I have to feel this way!" I cursed, leaning against the kitche
I reached for my phone on the nightstand as it kept ringing, jolting me awake. It was the middle of the night, and I had no idea who could be calling at such an hour. As I fumbled to answer the call, I felt someone move behind me on the bed. I froze. "Where am I?" I thought to myself, trying to recall the last place I was before I fell asleep."Marissa's room?" I whispered in surprise. My eyes snapped open and I jolted up to a sitting position, grasping my phone and quickly silencing it. I looked over my shoulder to see the sleeping child who hadn't been disturbed by the noise. By now I was wide awake, my heart pounded in my chest out of fright. I adjusted, holding the phone in my hand, trying to piece together what was happening. ‘How did I fall asleep here?’ I wondered. I glanced over my shoulder at the sleeping child again, she was sleeping so soundly, seeming not to have heard the noise. "You crafty little thing," I whispered as I watched her, "You tricked me into falling asleep
Stephen Gray was in the sitting room when I got back home with his daughter. The second I saw him, my heart made a flip because he was definitely going to know that something happened at the playground. I peeped at Marissa from the corner of my eye. She was visibly tired and still having hiccups, and one could know just by looking at her that she'd been crying before now.‘Oh no!’ I shook my head in worry as we approached him. He was sitting on the central couch, working on his laptop, with a coffee by the side stool. As we walked in, he looked up, and his eyes were all on me, and then as we advanced, his gaze shifted back and forth between his daughter and I. I was certain he noticed, because Marissa was still taking gasping breaths.More reason to worry, I didn't take permission from him when I stepped out. He must have thought we were in my room or something, the reason why he gazed at us with wonder. “Hello Mr Gray," I greeted nervously, fidgeting with my nails.He nodded in respo
“Hello Marissa," I said as the little girl walked past to me. She seemed not to be in a good mood. But I still went ahead, “I hope you had a great day."Marissa stopped before me and glared at, "Leave me alone. I want to be left alone, Miss Scarlett!” With that, she flounced out of the sitting room, heading to her bedroom.I tried going after her, but Azula stepped into my path, speaking to me with a tone filled with venom. “Hello? She clearly doesn't want you, so you don't have to force her. Let her be!” With that said, she flounced out of the room, going after Marissa. I stood at the center of the sitting room, staring after her in shock as my cheeks turned hot red. I glanced back and forth between Jade (Who witnessed it), and Arielle(Who came to find out what Marissa wanted for dinner). They both looked away, simultaneously, making it more embarrassing. I was staring down at the floor, trying to get my little emotions under control, when I felt a soft pat on my shoulder. Lo
“Wow…” I gasped, amazed at the sight before me. As I walked through the grand entrance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I felt a sense of awe and wonder, the vastness of the space- with its marble floors and towering ceilings, made me feel like I was stepping into a different world. An attractive young man in uniform, who happened to be one of the attendants, walked up to me, by the entrance, and greeted me as he handed me a ticket. “Hello, Welcome to the Mets.” He said very friendly. “Thanks." I answered, with my gaze literally flying everywhere.“What’s your name, so that I can write it on your ticket?” He asked, taking out a pen from his breast pocket and setting it poised against the ticket in his hand. “I'm Scarlett Lawson." I answered, watching him sign swiftly on the ticket and handing it to me. As I took the ticket, I felt a sense of anticipation, as if I was about to embark on an exciting journey through the history of art.He nodded back in response, “So, what exactly a
Cursing under my breath, I stepped into the sun, grumbling, “Why do I always get this migraine?”It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and I was heading home. The sun beat down on my head, as I trudged towards my home. I was exhausted from having worked all day. Mr. Robinson, my manager, had worked me to the bone, making sure I earned my meager pay. I felt my knuckles ache from scrubbing floors, cleaning surfaces, and washing used sheets. All I wanted right now was a few minutes of peace and quiet.As I made my way down the street, no cab was in sight. I wasn't sure if I had the energy to walk any further. My legs felt like lead, and every step was a chore. I decided to stop beside a shade and take a rest, until a cab came by. The sudden roar of the Lamborghini's engine shattered the silence, and the car flew past me with alarming speed. I yelped in terror as I held tightly to my handbag, my heart pounding in my chest. If the driver had swerved even an inch to the left, I would have
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