Tonight was the night.I looked over myself in the mirror, a proud grin spreading across my face as I mentally high-fived myself for a job well done. My dress was perfect in more ways than one, embodying true class and elegance. Its fabric, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, caught the light with a subtle shimmer, hinting at the luxury woven into every thread. I had designed it with a playful yet sophisticated thigh-high slit that promised freedom of movement and a touch of daring.The bodice hugged the curves of my body in the best way yet comfortably, allowing for a silhouette that was both flattering and forgiving. The low sweetheart cut of the upper bodice showed off my cleavage in a daring statement. It was adorned with delicate patterns, not too elaborate but with enough detail to draw the eye and spark curiosity.The sleeves added a whimsical touch, slightly loose and flowing, tapering to a gentle close at the wrists. Around the neckline, a subtle play of lighter green, almo
Finally, we reached the venue of the event, and we were graciously welcomed by our colleagues.The theme of this year’s fashion show was Renaissance, and the party was already in full swing, with various notable personalities and famous designers scattered across the exquisite hall of the venue.But as I scanned through the crowd, my eyes subconsciously searched for one person.“Looking for someone?” Olivia asked from beside me, noticing my wandering gaze. We all sat at a table in our designated section of the hall, each department grouped together, and each table was assigned to a production theme.“Hmm?” I turned to her, blinking as if I didn't hear her.“You've been acting weird lately, you know,” Olivia shared her observations as she poured herself a glass of wine. “And don't think I didn't notice what's been going on between you and Caspian,” she added with a teasing wiggle of her brow. Olivia raised her glass to her lips, gesturing towards Caspian who was busy engaging in a conv
As I mounted the stage, I tried my best to contain my tears. Mrs. Juniper watched me from where she sat, a proud grin on her face as she gave me a thumbs up, and I humbly acknowledged her with a small nod of my head.The CEO turned to me, and a delighted giggle slipped from my lips, a pure innocent sound of happiness that seemed to take him by surprise. It lasted only for a few seconds, and I was too overjoyed to register this subtle reaction. The CEO's expression was unreadable as he reached out for a handshake before handing me the award, and I could no longer sense the anger that once raged in his eyes.I knew it was a basic formality, but as I shook his hand, I felt an unfamiliar emotion swirl in my chest.His hand felt smooth and firm against mine, but then a flash of how they felt in my hair replayed in my head. In that split moment, I jerked away from his hold like I had touched hot coal, the memory of his touch scalding me.No one else but him seemed to notice my odd reaction,
I anxiously pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as my head lowered to hide the red-hot blush on my cheeks.The CEO held me against him so much that I felt the subtle beat of his heart against my exposed back. His breathing was steady, while I held my breath.The CEO goes forward to caress my cheeks, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on the corner of my lips, and I subconsciously lean further into his touch, almost like a reflex action, getting lost in his intoxicating scent of cinnamon and manly essence.He was playing with me again, and I could tell by the way his eyes glistened with untold mischief and a glint of amusement.Even if it was all an act, I still savored the moment, he was like a daydream—Far-fetched and out of reach, a perfect ensemble of forlorn reverie.The man before us still doesn't look convinced, so he goes further to ask;“Is that so? I thought you fancied slimmer girls,” he observed, peering at me skeptically through his thick square glasses. I scoffed
As the command hung in the charged silence, an electrifying rush of adrenaline surged through my veins, intermingling with the fluttering excitement and apprehension that swirled within me. This mix of emotions was a potent cocktail, thrilling yet terrifying in its intensity.The CEO says nothing as he pulled me to my feet and positioned himself on the bed, an invitation in his posture, his legs spread in a confident stance. His eyes, glazed with an undeniable lust, were fixed on me, waiting for the spectacle that was about to unfold.I have never done this before, but as my trembling fingers reach for the zipper of my dress, I found myself hesitating for a fraction of a second.What if he doesn't like what he sees?I had seen this particular scenerio multiple times in movies, and now that I was faced with the vivid experience, I was at loss of what to do. Most importantly, I didn't want to embarrass myself and end up ruining the mood. This man was someone who had most likely been with
My heart skips a beat when I feel a tightness around the skin of my wrists, and I wince slightly, trying my best to take a glance at what he is doing. But he holds me in place, and when I struggle against his grip, he slaps my ass.Hard."Ah!" I yelp, sinking back into the bed as I feel an electrifying feeling course through me, a stinging pain that makes my core slick with juices.Damn, that felt good."That's what you get when you don't do what I say," he rasps, his voice a deep mix of irritation and smugness. But I wanted him to spank me again, so I fought against his grip once more, and this time he slaps my pussy.I moan out loud, arching my back further as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I am on cloud nine, and my body eagerly craves the sensations he gives me."You're enjoying this too much," I hear him say, but his tone holds no annoyance, just fascination. "You're going to regret disobeying me if you keep that up."It is an obvious threat, but I am a fool who loves to tre
LUKE'S POV I had always thought I was a level headed and calculated man, that nothing could ever rile me up to the point where I acted impulsively or out of character. But everything changed when I met her. I was working late on some designs when the head of our HR department called to inform me that an employee had posted unethical content on the company's online platform. I honestly didn't care, nor did I want to bother with such frivolous matters. But when the manager mentioned my involvement in the scandal and the potential threat to my reputation, my interest was piqued, leaving me no choice but to see what the commotion was all about. I certainly didn't expect to find a sex bucket list on the site, neither did I expect to see my name added as a potential partner for completing the said list. It wasn't meant to annoy me, the fact that I was ranked as the third candidate on a sex bucket list of a random employee wasn't enough for my chest to burn with rage. It was beneath me,
THIRD PERSON POV Luke looked up at her, his lips parted, and his gaze glossed with fascination. Aurelia's demeanor had changed in an instant; gone was the girl who stole shy glances at him every now and then.But now, he couldn't explain why his heart rate suddenly picked up as he met her fiery gaze, one that matched the pulsating intensity brewing between them. Amused at her declaration, he decided to tease her a bit. “I'm not fooling around,” he started, and Aurelia responded with a roll of her eyes.She leaned close, grinding against his erection as her breasts pressed against his hard chest. His jaw clenched as he tried to ignore the feeling of her arousal wetting his clothes, keeping a straight face as she towered over him. Aurelia's hands snuck to his waist, ghosting over his belt buckle. Her gaze lingered there, her chest rising and falling with acute anticipation.“Then fuck me.” Her voice was a mere whisper, but her tone was commanding, making her approach even more captivati
“P-pregnant?” Aurelia gaped, her jaw scraping the floor. Ezekiel nodded solemnly, shifting on the hospital bed so he could take her hand. “The doctor said you're two months gone.”Aurelia looked down at her stomach, unable to believe a baby was growing inside her. Her baby. Luke's baby.Her vision blurred, and she felt like she was floating outside her body. She heard Ezekiel's concerned voice, but it sounded distant, muffled. The hospital room spun around her, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds.Luke's baby.The words echoed in her mind, refusing to sink in. “This…” she suddenly felt dizzy again. “This can't be real.”She must be dreaming. It can't be possible.Because she can't……she can't get pregnant. A few years back, Aurelia had discovered she couldn't conceive during a mandatory check-up for college. Her ovarian reserve was low, so there was a 0.9% percent chance her eggs would fertilize to bear a child. It didn't mean much to her then, because she was devoted to her studie
Aurelia hunched over the sink, her throat dry from puking her breakfast. “Did you eat something bad?” Olivia's brows knitted in worry as she rubbed Aurelia’s back. “No.” Aurelia coughed out. She filled her hand with water and splashed it against her face. It helped calm the burning sensations on her skin. “It’s probably jet lag. The flight back to New York was long.”“Hmm. All the more reason why you shouldn’t have resumed work immediately after getting back.” Olivia scolded her. Aurelia straightened up, forcing a smile to persuade her friend. Oh if only Olivia knew why she couldn’t possibly sit idle in her apartment. Her brooding thoughts would not let her rest and she’d thought of reaching out to the CEO multiple times. It drove her crazy. Although she had gotten a two-week break off work, she returned three days after arriving in New York. Work helped get her mind off things—off him. And that was what she desperately needed at the moment. A distraction.Aurelia wanted to slowl
Aurelia huffed as she looked down at her watch. 6 am. The airport was filled even at such an early time, and as she made her way through the crowd, her mind drifted off to the night before.She had taken a bold step, confessing her feelings to get out of the contract with the CEO. It was out of impulse. His words stabbed her more than his reaction, and she wasn't strong enough to just sit and bear the pain. She was done feeding into his ego, dancing on his palm like a puppet. Luke had talked about owning her fully, and it was nothing but an insult. Maybe it was her mistake for falling for him, for setting herself up for heartbreak, but she had enough. Although she was somewhat satisfied, seeing the shocked expression on his face was like a soothing balm to her wound. She had completely caught him off guard, and among her bountiful losses, this was a fair win. She left the restaurant without looking back or waiting for a reply. Luke didn’t stop her, and she was grateful for that. If
“Do you have feelings for me?”The question cut deep, reopening the wound from last night. She had slapped a bandage on it to face him, and here was, mercilessly ripping off the fragile bandage. Luke wet his lips, his expression grace. Aurelia didn’t know which was worse, was it the expression on his face or the coldness in his tone? She didn’t want to remember that he despised the thought of her. She didn’t want him to say it openly, to reject her officially.But was she hoping for? Aurelia knew the complication of her feelings, she knew it would break the final thread that held them together. Yet her heart ached. Her despair was determined from the moment he came into her life, like a rippling tornado, fast and powerful, shattering the beliefs she’d believed in and leaving just as quickly as it came. She hasn’t forgotten how he’d acted throughout the week. While she yearned for him, even after their fallout, he ignored her like the plague. Aurelia wanted to laugh at her foolish,
Aurelia didn't sleep a wink. Dragging herself out of bed, she sat up and just stared. Her mind was blank, the events of the previous day dawning on her. Ezekiel’s confession. Luke’s rejection. And Veronica’s……Aurelia winced as she recalled the kiss, her fingers absentmindedly skimming over her lips.‘I prefer women.’Aurelia squeezed her eyes shut, then she opened them. She slapped herself out of her daze, hoping to dispel the warmth that tickled her cheeks. That damned Veronica, she thought, recalling the satisfied smirk on the model’s face. The boldness of that woman. Kissing her out of the blue like that. It was the biggest plot twist in her mangled story, one that she had never seen coming. A subtle knock on the door cut through Aurelia’s thoughts. Her brows furrowed. She didn’t order room service, so who could be knocking at her door at this time? Wait…she paused. What time was it? Aurelia’s lazy gaze searched the walls for the clock, and when she spotted it, a gasp esca
“Here.”Aurelia hesitated before taking the cup of water from Veronica, staring at it like it would come alive and bite her. “I didn't poison it if that's what you're thinking.” Veronica mused, sarcasm dripping in her tone. Giving the cup one last wary stare, Aurelia accepted it, and Veronica flopped on the sofa beside her. They were in Veronica's hotel room, and the supermodel had taken it upon herself to tend to Aurelia's wound, taking responsibility for her fall. Veronica observed Aurelia's scraped knee, then she moved to her closet, returning with a tube of ointment. Aurelia silently watched as she squeezed the open cut, her fingers spreading it against her skin. “That will do.” Veronica nodded as she sealed the cap on the ointment, letting out a small yawn as she straightened up. “Thank you.” Aurelia kept her head low, spacing out as she looked down at her feet. “Now that's out of the way, shall we begin?” Veronica suggested, leaning back in her seat as she crossed her legs
Ezekiel was in high spirits. The final event of the Fashion Week had ended at the crack of dawn but he wasn’t the least bit tired. After escorting Aurelia to her hotel room and bidding her goodbye, he skipped happily to the hotel bar to get himself a drink. Now that he knew he had genuine feelings for Aurelia, his constant struggle with denial was over, lifting a load off his chest. He was as chirpy as a schoolboy in love. “Oh?” On spotting a familiar face, Ezekiel stopped at the entrance of the bar, a mocking smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the door frame. “Who do we have here?” Luke ignored him, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. They were the only ones in the bar. “Mind if I join you for a drink?” Ezekiel straightened up, and Luke side glanced at him, his gaze sharp. But he remained silent. Taking his silence as a go-ahead, Ezekiel sighed in contentment as he slipped onto a stool beside Luke, signaling for the bartender to serve him a drink.
THIRD PERSON POV Luke was tired. Tired of forcing smiles and empty pleasantries. The fashion week had worn him out and he couldn't wait to return to New York. “Your bitch face is showing.” Veronica teased him, noticing that he had already drained his social battery. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He sighed, looking down at his watch. For how much longer did he have to be here? Luke looked over his shoulders, his eyes searching for Aurelia. His jaw clenched as Ezekiel came up beside her. He watches Aurelia’s face brighten up on his arrival, and Luke’s brows furrowed, his chest burning with jealousy. “You guys are so typical.” Veronica rolled her eyes, following his line of sight. “It’s boring to watch the same thing happen again.”Luke clicks his tongue in annoyance, facing forward. “Then why did you insist on coming along?”“Isn’t it obvious?” Veronica smirked as watched Ezekiel and Aurelia. “I also made a bet on who would win, and I’ll be damned not to see it for myself.”“Tch.”
AURELIA’S POVI threw my head back, my moans constricting against the gag in my mouth as my whole body trembled in painful pleasure. My wrists burned as my arms were bound by a tight rope, banishing any chance of escape. I looked up at him as tears welled in my eyes, begging him to put me out of my misery. He only smiled, leaning down to roughly grab my chin. “Had enough yet?” His husky voice rumbled in my ears, his hot breath fanning against my face as I writhed under his hold. “Or do you want me to punish you more?” A normal person would have easily refused, but I was far from normal. I nodded my head slowly, and he smirked. I yelped loudly as I felt the whip slash against my most sensitive part, eyes rolling to the back of my head as waves of ecstasy clouded my mind. “You fucking slut.” He whispered tentatively, and my gaze found him as he settled between my legs, spreading my thighs apart with his sturdy hands. His dark eyes soaked in the sight of my throbbing wet pussy, bur