~Nella~I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting, preoccupied with thoughts of how I could make the weekend special for Gray.At 12:35 midnight, we had finally wrapped up the production of the foundation. The testing was complete, adjustments were made, and everything was ready to shoot. The models were all prepped and waiting, but just then, Roy halted the preparations and told everyone to take a break. We were all caught off guard when food was delivered. Roy left, presumably heading to his office, while the rest of us went down to eat, exhaustion written on every face.I glanced at my phone. A stream of messages from Ashley, Ethan, Payson, and various other notifications flooded my screen, but there was nothing from Gray. My heart sank. I decided to text him anyway, but after sending the message, he didn't even bother to read it. I thought of calling, but after several unsuccessful attempts, I gave up and slipped my phone back into my pocket.Minutes passed, and just
~Nella~I had just returned to my desk, the soft hum of the office filling the air as I tried to settle in for another day of work. The chair creaked slightly as I sat, adjusting my posture, when Mrs. Kate, one of the cleaners who took care of Roy’s office, approached my desk.“Good morning, Miss Nella,” she greeted me warmly, her voice carrying a hint of the morning’s routine.“Good morning, Mrs. Kate,” I replied, offering her a smile that felt slightly forced. My mind was still a little foggy from what just happened.“I came by earlier, but—" she started, but I quickly interrupted, eager to mask the awkwardness that lingered.“Yeah, I was using the restroom,” I said, trying to sound casual. I knew she must have noticed I wasn’t at my desk, but I hoped she wouldn’t think twice about it.She paused, studying me for a moment, and then her lips curled into a knowing smile. “Oh, I see,” she said. “Well, I had come by earlier to give you a new toothbrush, but you were fast asleep, and Mr.
~Nella~Rated 🔞The day was winding down, and I couldn’t wait to leave. The hours had stretched longer than I anticipated, and the thought of the evening ahead was the only thing keeping me going. I moved quickly, packing my things, eager to be done with the day’s work. When I was ready, I knocked lightly on Roy’s door, already dreading the task that awaited me. I had hoped I wouldn’t be the one to carry his suitcase down to the car today.As I opened the door, Roy was already stepping out, his expression distant, unreadable."Here," he said curtly, handing me the suitcase as he passed by without a second glance. His words were brief, his tone impersonal, as if I were just another employee to him, which, perhaps, I was.I followed behind him, walking quickly down the stairs to the driveway. Amira was already waiting by the car, her presence poised and professional as always. I handed her the suitcase without a word, standing there for a moment as the car door slammed shut. Roy settle
~Nella~Rated 🔞I’d just realized that Gray is hypersexual. He pulled me closer to him as he used the nipple clamp on me. It hurt but I didn’t want to ruin the night. He went back to my S$x and continued with his tongue game and then placed his sick back in. This time he was so aggressive that I was feeling my pain rather than pleasure. “Babe please…”, I groan.“Call me daddy”, he said softly“Daddy please ... .it's hurting so bad”, I was seriously in pain but I guess he was so lost in his desires that he didn’t notice. I tried to pull away but his grip was so tight as he fucked me harder. I didn’t even realize how hurt I was until tears rolled slowly down my chin. Just then he pulled out and splashed his fluid on my breast and down to my belly button. I took a breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding since. “Yeah… now you look just exactly like my whore”, he said as he shot a smile and stood up. I was so tired to even move an inch. But I was surprised as he took his camera
~Nella~Rated 🔞The weekend had slipped away in the blink of an eye, and with it, the looming weight of the work week was already beginning to drain me. Gray drove me to work that morning, his familiar presence a small comfort in the midst of my thoughts. I tried not to focus too much on the stress, knowing that this week—my birthday week, no less—should have been a time to unwind and celebrate. But of course, the concealer campaign was happening this weekend, and to top it off, the event was scheduled for the same day as my birthday.As I entered the office, the soft hum of the Elevé Cosmetics ad playing on the big screen somehow grounded me. It felt strangely comforting, the bright colors and upbeat music a small distraction from the chaos waiting ahead.“Hello, birthday girl!” Hannah’s teasing voice broke through the quiet buzz as she approached, her smile wide and playful.I returned her smile, a bit tired but trying to shake off the morning’s weight. “Hey, Hannah! Did you have a
~Nella~She sat in silence for a moment, sipping her soda before breaking the stillness. “Girl, I know you love Gray, and I can tell he feels the same about you. But I also know you’re not ready to dive into anything new. Your happiness matters, though, and I see you’re struggling with this. If you were comfortable with the whole… adventure side of things with him, I’d say it’s fine. But if it’s starting to feel off and he’s not hearing you, then I honestly don’t think this is going to work out,” she said, her tone shifting with concern.She suddenly froze, eyes wide. “Oh my God!” she shouted, springing to her feet. “I forgot the faucet!” She rushed toward the kitchen, and I followed behind, both of us laughing at how easily she’d forgotten. We joked about how she could have ended up mopping the whole kitchen floor by the time I left.Once we’d calmed down and sat back down, I took the last sip of my soda, letting out a deep, exhausted sigh. "I don’t know what to do anymore. I really
~Nella~At last, the day came to a close. As I gathered my things, I realized I had to take Roy’s suitcase out to his car before I could head home. After watching him drive off, I turned back towards the building, planning to finish up and grab my bag. As I entered, Blair approached me, holding a small package."Happy birthday, Nella!" she said, her face lighting up as she handed it to me. "I meant to bring it earlier, but the delivery guy was late," she added with an apologetic smile.I couldn’t help but grin. "Oh my goodness, Blair... Thank you! But my birthday isn't until Friday," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement as I took the package from her.Blair shrugged, her eyes twinkling. "Yeah, I know, but I’m leaving for Mexico with my parents on Thursday, so I figured I’d give it to you now."Blair had this innocent, bubbly charm about her—always giving off those sweet "baby girl" vibes that made everyone adore her. It was funny, though—out of all the people at the office, she was
~Nella~I thought of calling Ashley to cancel our plans for Thursday, but then it was already too late. I knew she'd ask why, and the explanation would take too long. The last thing I wanted was to stay up longer than I already had, so I decided to skip it. Luckily, I won’t be going to work early, so there was no rush to catch the bus. I let out a long, frustrated breath as I dropped my phone on the bed, reset my alarm for 8 AM, and finally allowed myself to drift off to sleep. My mind was still buzzing with irritation, but I knew I needed to calm down and think things through.Suddenly, I woke up with a start and checked the time. My alarm hadn’t gone off. I squinted at the clock—6:30 AM. Then it hit me: I’d set my alarm for 8, not 6. My body had just gotten used to waking up at this time. Annoyed, I yanked the blanket over my face, trying to force myself back to sleep, but it was no use. Sleep was slipping away like sand through my fingers.I lay there for a few moments, my mind rac
~Nella~“Gray, please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to go home.”He looked down at me, his jaw tightened. “Why are you acting like this?”“Why?” I echoed bitterly. “You bent me over and used me like I was nothing. That wasn’t love. That wasn’t even us.”“You didn’t stop me.”I stared at him in disbelief. “I begged you. That wasn’t consent, Gray. That was fear.”He took a step back like my words slapped him harder than I ever could. For the first time, his eyes faltered.“I— I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“It’s too late for that,” I whispered, brushing past him. He didn’t stop me this time.I walked out the door, the night breeze slapping my face like reality. My ride was waiting, the driver leaning casually against the car door, phone in hand. He opened the door when he saw me.I slid into the backseat, heart pounding. Just as we were about to pull away, the passenger door opened. Gray slid in beside the driver, eyes locked on mine through the rearview mirror.“
~Nella~I heard the front door click, then the soft creak of his shoes against the hardwood. Gray was home.My heart thumped wildly, even though I’d rehearsed what I’d say a dozen times. I had already changed into my dress, packed my things, and stood near the doorway like a woman on the edge—because that’s exactly what I was.He walked in, a little too casually for someone who’d lit my world on fire and left the ashes blowing in the wind.His smile faltered when he saw my bag. “What’s happening? Where are you going?”I didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m leaving, Gray.”He blinked. “Leaving?” His voice dipped lower. “Why?”I stepped past him, determined not to cry—but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back with enough force that I stumbled slightly into his chest.“What the hell are you doing, Gray?” I snapped, jerking my hand.“What does it look like I’m doing? Answer me, Nella!” His voice cracked, like he wasn’t angry—just… breaking.My throat tightened. “What else do you want from me?” I ask
~Nella~How could I have forgotten about the lingerie?I had carefully picked it out from the popular Diva store, lured in by the red satin set that promised seduction and elegance all in one. I wanted everything about this weekend to be unforgettable—perfect. Not just because it had been long overdue, but because I needed the space and mood to talk about something more… something deeper. Like us. Like marriage.Sex was Gray’s language of love. He didn’t play around with it—ever.He walked out of the bedroom into the living room, carrying two wine glasses, each filled halfway with deep red wine that shimmered under the dim lights.“Here, babe,” he said, handing me a glass and settling beside me on the couch. I smiled as I accepted it, and we both took a quiet sip.Then, he leaned in and kissed me—slow, sweet, tasting of wine and warmth.“Hmmm… you actually taste better, you know,” he teased with a grin that made me giggle.Just when I was sinking into the comfort of that moment, he lo
~Nella~The rest of the ride to Gray’s apartment was light and easy. We chatted about our week, gossiped about our friends, and debated over the best late-night movies to binge. He joked about my obsession with spicy noodles, and I teased him for always ordering the same boring coffee. We laughed so much, I barely noticed we’d arrived until the car slowed in front of his building.Stepping into his apartment felt like walking into a surprise. The fridge was packed, the air smelled faintly of cinnamon, and on the kitchen counter sat a tiny basket filled with scented candles, satin scrunchies, and my favorite snacks.I laughed, unable to hold it in. “Oh my God, how long have you been preparing for this?”Gray looked proud of himself. “I’ve really missed you. What did you expect? There’s no way I was letting this weekend be a normal one. I planned everything down to the last pillow.”I shook my head, heart fluttering. “Okay… I’m here for all of it,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss on h
~Nella~“But what if Roy’s actually serious about all of this?” Ash said, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “And now there’s Gray… you’re not seeing how messy this could get?”I lay still, watching the slow spin of the fan blades above. “There’s no mess, Ash. Gray’s my boyfriend. I have nothing going on with Roy.”She turned her head slowly, giving me a look that was somewhere between amused and skeptical.“I’m serious,” I added. “I love Gray. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.”“Yeah, yeah. But Gray’s been kind of… a bit too much lately and I want you to make the right decision when you’re still single,” Ash said. “And don’t act like you didn’t talk about Roy more than you should’ve after that night. One night stands don’t usually linger in conversation like that.”I shifted, cutting her off. I’m going to see Gray tomorrow anyway — spend the weekend with him. Just… drop it, Ash.”She nodded, quiet for once, and I turned over with a sigh. I closed my eyes, hoping f
~Nella~“Come on, babe, you know I have no idea what’s going on,” I said, grabbing a plate and serving myself breakfast. “Yeah, he said something about loving me, but I figured it was just another one of his games—like what he does with every other girl.”I walked over to the couch and sank into it while Ashley perched on the edge of the bed with her own plate.“But this doesn’t feel like some casual game,” she started, her tone thoughtful.“Ash,” I cut her off, looking at her pointedly. “Roy is filthy rich. Dropping cash like this is nothing to him. If wasting thousands is all it takes to mess with a girl’s head, then yeah, he’s probably done it a hundred times.”She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t give her the chance.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, more to myself than to her. “Let’s just drop it. He helped, fine—but I don’t want to be late for Lauren.”I stood and headed for the bathroom, trying to shut down the entire conversation.“Well,” she called out with a teasing lil
~Nella~I couldn’t quite make sense of what I was saying—I could barely understand myself. The words tumbled from my lips like water slipping through cupped hands. Then everything faded. My eyelids drooped, the room spun gently, and darkness wrapped itself around me like a blanket.When I opened my eyes, I gasped.I shot up with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. My head pounded like someone was playing drums inside it. I turned to see Ashley fast asleep beside me, her hair a mess, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly. Panic surged through me.Wait… this wasn’t my bedroom. And it sure as hell wasn’t hers either.“Ashley,” I whispered, giving her a gentle nudge. She groaned and turned to the other side, trying to get more comfortable.I tapped her harder. “C’mon girl, wake up.”“Oh no… please,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Ash, seriously. Where are we?” I asked, sitting up straighter and scanning the unfamiliar room. Plush sheets, clean white walls, expensive curt
~Nella~Roy was the last person I expected to see.I blinked hard, trying to shake off the haze clouding my vision. The alcohol had already settled deep in my system, and everything felt just a bit too loud, too bright. I turned slowly, confusion written all over my face as my eyes finally focused on him."Why are you here?" I asked, my voice slightly slurred but laced with curiosity.He gave a half-smile, his voice smooth and annoyingly charming. "Because I knew you'd be here... and I wanted to see your face outside of work.""What?" I blinked again, trying to focus, then hiccuped. My eyelids drooped despite my efforts to keep them open."I'm just kidding," he said, flashing a quick, boyish grin that made my stomach flutter for reasons I couldn’t explain. Another hiccup escaped me."Here," the bartender said, sliding a glass of mixed wine toward me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking a sip and letting the sweet burn coat my tongue.I turned back to Roy, squinting at him like he was a puz
~Nella~My life was tangled in so much drama, and I couldn’t make sense of what Roy was trying to pull. Everything felt like a game to him. I could see it now—he was probably trying to crawl back into my life, only to call it a mistake, like one of his discarded toys.When we finally reached the office, I stepped out of the car. “Thanks,” I muttered, shutting the door behind me, then made my way into the building.As I waited for the elevator, just as the doors were about to close, a hand reached out and stopped them. The doors slid open again. It was Roy. He stepped inside, moving slowly, and stood beside me. My heart started racing. “Good morning,” I said, managing a strained smile.“Hey,” he whispered.I felt a little uneasy, but I forced myself to speak. “Thanks for the ride.”He didn’t answer, but I caught the faintest curve of a smile on his lips. Just then, my phone rang—Gray. For some reason, I didn’t want to pick up. Maybe it was because Roy was right there, and then my mind