“The agent of one's undoing is frequently a familiar face hiding behind a mask of loyalty and deceit.” They say.Well, this is the case for Mara and Dimitri. The former, who wouldn't stop until she conquers her boss, and the latter, who didn't think such of his little secretary. One would have thought that Dimitri would confront Mara about what happened the other day. But he didn't. Since it was about Vincent, he already knew that he has a tendency of losing control when it comes to him. He's powerless when it comes to him, so he counted it as just another event that brought them closer. After checking up on the empire which is mostly managed by his second in command and cousin, Ivan, he adjusted his jacket and stepped out of the elevator which led him to his office's floor. And again, Mara was waiting. She's dressed in a black corporate gown and black flat shoes. They went through the normal routine of checking schedules and Dimitri cancelling off the ones that's not really worth
“So…” He started, deliberately trailing off while Elora spiraled off in panic, her hands covering her exposed breasts.“…you met with Vincent Reynolds today.” Elora nodded more times than needed, all the while squinting her eyes to get a better view of the stranger before her. “Who are you?” She whispered again.“Dimitri Santini. Remember that name because it may be the last you will ever know.”Elora's breath stilled in her throat and she opened her mouth, trying to scream but Dimitri beat her to it by cocking his gun. “I wouldn't do that if I were you…”“What do you want?”“Answers.”“I have none. I just came here for a release because my fiancé doesn't know how to do it.” She said, gritting her teeth in an attempt to stop herself from saying what she may regret.Dimitri chuckled. “Not the answer to that one.” He replied.Elora gulped, shifting back into the couch. “W…we broke up.” She stammered.Dimitri cocked an eyebrow, trying to see a reason in how that aligns with Vincent's so
Vincent was at home alone when his phone rang. He'd just finished a video call with one of his clients at that time and when his gaze wandered to the caller's name flashing on his phone's screen, it was a splitting headache that accompanied it.He let it ring for more minutes before he picked it up and put it on speaker while the phone was still on the table. Not allowing her to land, he said, “I have no money left, Elora.”Elora laughed. “You don't mean that right?”Vincent shook his head. “I've finished paying the Money which we agreed on as a billion dollars and now, I'm broke. I really have nothing left to give you.”“I still have the video and the pictures.”“You will delete it. I've performed my own end of the deal. It's left for you to perform yours.” “If I were you, I wouldn't try me, Vince.” “Sorry my bad.” Vincent snickered and cut the call. He continued rubbing the lines on his head before he dropped his fist on the table in anger. Some of the stuff on the table jumped b
On stepping into the huge opulent office, Vincent's eyes landed on Dimitri who was standing in front of a floor to ceiling window, overlooking the city with his hands in his pocket. When he heard the door open, he turned to the door, the sides of his eyes crinkled when his eyes landed on him.“You can leave now.” He said.And Mara doesn't need to be told again before she leaves after bowing. Vincent watched the door close behind him before he turned his attention back on Dimitri who's assessing him with the gaze of a predator.Vincent didn't let his eyes wander too much so he wouldn't look weird as he slowly stepped further into the office. “You said you want to see me.” He repeated one of his rehearsed lines.“I said I miss you.” Dimitri said, taking slow steps towards him.Vincent paused. Okay, that wasn't part of what he rehearsed.“I…I'm here.” He said, his gaze fixed anywhere but his face. Dimitri made a turn and instead of walking towards him, he walked towards his desk instea
~ VINCENT ~“You look happy.” His mother said, her eyes fixed on him while he poke his salad with his fork.He shifted his gaze to her, a smile lingering on his lips. “That's because I am.” He replied, moving his gaze back to his phone which he was focused on while eating. “I definitely have Elora to thank for this.” She said, smiling at Elora who's sitting beside Vincent on the dining table. Elora let out a nervous laughter while Vincent clenched his jaw, his grip on the fork tightening. They spoke about random things while eating and Vincent couldn't help but thank his stars that his father was not there. After the maids cleared the table, they moved to the sitting room and sat in the lounge area. Vincent was starting to grow impatient, his eyes darting from Dimitri's last chat to his mother's smiling face and back again.“Mo—”His mother turned her attention away from Elora and to him before her red tinted lips stretched into a wider smile. “Less I forget.” She started. “We wa
*TWO DAYS LATER*The Reynolds mansion was booming with activities. The air is filled with the smell of expensive colognes and soft chatters. Vincent dusted an invisible dirt on his pristine cream colored suit as he gave one of the men at the mansion's gate his car key. Then, he made his way towards the mansion's entrance. It was 9:00 am in the morning and Thanksgiving will start by 10. He'd to maintain his good child façade by coming earlier an hour prior to the starting time.He nodded at one of the guests who stood by the entrance, chatting with a lady in a corporate gown. When he reached the main double doors, his mother, Isabella was there with his father by her side, receiving guests.When his mother saw him, she rushed towards him, engulfing him in a hug.“My boy.” She saidHe hugged her back, his eyes moving to his father who stood behind his mother. His mother pulled back, checking his side as if she's searching for something.“Where's your wife?” Vincent chewed the insides
~ VINCENT ~After branching from his apartment for a change of clothes, Vincent drove towards Dimitri's office. Having forgotten everything that happened at his parents' house, he has this smile and dreamy look on his face. He and Dimitri had gone on dates and he'd never felt this fulfilled in years. It was like he was floating. He doesn't want it to end. He stopped by a gas station, some kilometers away from Dimitri's office. He picked his phone checking Dimitri's last chat and his cheeks reddened again. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of his car and scanned his card.It was at that moment that his phone dinged and he hurriedly unlocked it in anticipation. But he was disappointed when the source of the notification was Elora. He snickered, ignoring it but he shook his head when he saw that what she sent was a picture.And he couldn't help but wonder what she's up to again.He opened the chat and downloaded the picture which was captioned with. ‘Your time is running out, Vince.’
~ VINCENT ~ His boyfriend, who'd been clouding his mind sat in the lounge area of his office. It would have been better if he was just sitting but no, he sat there, eyes dazed as Mara, his secretary and personal assistant bounced on his cock. Infact, his hands were placed on her hip, controlling her pace. Vincent stepped into the room in disbelief. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare he needed to wake up from? He couldn't believe his eyes.“Dimitri.” He called but he didn't even budge. Instead, the sound of his grunts only increased. “M… mara.” He called, his fingers digging into his palm.Mara turned to him, and when her eyes landed on him, she beamed and licked her lips before sealing Dimitri's lips with hers.The room was filled with grunts and Mara's moans. Mara ignored him as if he wasn't even there and continued to bounce on his cock. Dimitri's eyes were shut close with his mouth parted, his head leaned against the chair. Vincent stood still and released his clenched fingers in
Even the simplest task seem insurmountable for Vincent. It was like the weight of the whole world was placed on his shoulders. His mind was a jumble of negative thoughts and he'd lost interest in the things that once brought him joy and the world around him which seems dull and gray, not that he stepped out of his apartment since that day. He's exhausted but he couldn't sleep. He's hungry but he couldn't eat. He's numb, but the pain still lingered, a constant reminders that he's not okay. It was like he was falling into a dark hole, a dark abyss and not just any hole or abyss, instead, it was one that he couldn't get out of, one in which it was like he was being passed a shovel to dig deeper. And despite his best effort, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he's not good enough, that he's a failure, that he's worthless. And it was due to losing his purpose, his sense of direction and he's just going through the motions by staying in his dark apartment with his windows shut.He sta
Mara's hand flew to her mouth, trying to muffle her fake sobs. She rushed out of the lounge area, not because of her acting, but because she had something to do and the threat still sat upon her like a fog.Glancing left and right, she silently turned to the left corridor opposite the mansion's main kitchen and as if the shadows had been waiting for her, a hand drew her into another corner.A gasp spilled from her throat before she inhaled and used her hands to pat her hair in order to regain her composure.“I told you not to scare me like that.” She chided softly.The man in the shadow chuckled and released her before he leaned on the wall. “What games are you playing, Mara?” He asked, his voice, dark, low, and dangerous.Mara smiled, her gaze darting to her back before landing back on him. “I'm not playing any games, Ivan. I'm just supporting the winning side.”“The winning side?” He asked, leaning down until his head was at the same level with Mara's. “And who told you I'm losing?
~ DIMITRI ~He couldn't even think of where to find him apart from his office which unfortunately, he was absent from. He pondered upon going to his parents' house but he changed his mind and sat in his car, powerless and it was at that moment that he knew that he really knew nothing about the one who'd been clouding his senses for weeks. He branched the penthouse and took his phone but when he dialed his number, it kept going to voicemail. With one last sigh, he revved his engine, determined to wait for Vincent at his door till eternity and if push turns to shove, bring the door down. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel throughout the short journey to Vincent's house. When he reached his place, he parked on the road side, took his phone and got out of his car. It was evening and he was troubled. He walked towards his door and called his number, hoping upon all hope to hear his phone ring behind the closed door but to no avail. Dimitri knocked and turned the k
~ VINCENT ~He stared at the phone in astonishment before picking it up and bringing it to his ear.“Vincent?” His father's harsh voice sounded from the other side.“Yes. I'm at work, father.” He said slowly, walking into his office and closing the door behind him. “Be here within an hour.” His father ordered and cut the call, not allowing him to talk.Vincent stared at the wall in confusion before stepping out of his office and closing the door. He acted oblivious to the looks as he reached his car and sped off towards the Reynolds’ mansion.His mind wandered miles per minute on why he'd called him with such a tone. What's happening? Was something wrong at home? Or, was something wrong with his mother. No, no. He shook his head in denial, pressing the gas as he increased his speed until he reached his parents' place.The sun was starting to set when he reached his parents' place. He stepped out of the car, scanning the vast property with his eyes. He locked his car and gave one of t
~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri glared at her in confusion, his jaw twitching before he stepped forward and collected the piece of paper form Mara. However, when his gaze landed on it, his eyes darkened.His eyes scanned the content on the paper in a hurry, his eyes turning dark each second until he finally tear his gaze away from the paper. “Who dropped this?” He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous edge.Mara stood up on wobbly feet and shrugged casually.But Dimitri couldn't deny the fact that it was Vincent's handwriting that was on the paper which meant one thing - he'd entered his office and saw them. But what did he mean that he's no longer interested in the relationship anymore because he he never loved him and he's already planning his marriage? No. He shook his head in denial. There's something wrong somewhere and he needed to know. He dipped the paper into his pocket and hurried to his table to use the telephone.After ordering his men to get a car ready, he rushed out of his off
~ DIMITRI ~The sunlight filtered through the huge glass floor to ceiling windows, casting golden glow on the tiled floor.Some meters away was a lounge area and on the three seater chair lay Dimitri, with Mara snuggled into his chest. His black inky hair was a mess and his eyes were shut close. He was also naked from waist-down. Mara slowly woke up and sat up with a wince. Her clothes lay some meters away from the couch and she was naked. After sitting up with great effort, she parted her thighs and poked her core, eliciting another wince from her. But despite the wince, there was a small smile on her face. She shifted her gaze to Dimitri who was still asleep and her gaze became unfocused, her mind running miles per minute on how to get herself out of the situation. Then, she fanned her face and yawned, forcing out tears. She sniffed, wiping the tears that slowly gathered on her face off as she tapped Dimitri. Dimitri's eyes flung open as if he was just thrusted into his body, an
~ VINCENT ~ His boyfriend, who'd been clouding his mind sat in the lounge area of his office. It would have been better if he was just sitting but no, he sat there, eyes dazed as Mara, his secretary and personal assistant bounced on his cock. Infact, his hands were placed on her hip, controlling her pace. Vincent stepped into the room in disbelief. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare he needed to wake up from? He couldn't believe his eyes.“Dimitri.” He called but he didn't even budge. Instead, the sound of his grunts only increased. “M… mara.” He called, his fingers digging into his palm.Mara turned to him, and when her eyes landed on him, she beamed and licked her lips before sealing Dimitri's lips with hers.The room was filled with grunts and Mara's moans. Mara ignored him as if he wasn't even there and continued to bounce on his cock. Dimitri's eyes were shut close with his mouth parted, his head leaned against the chair. Vincent stood still and released his clenched fingers in
~ VINCENT ~After branching from his apartment for a change of clothes, Vincent drove towards Dimitri's office. Having forgotten everything that happened at his parents' house, he has this smile and dreamy look on his face. He and Dimitri had gone on dates and he'd never felt this fulfilled in years. It was like he was floating. He doesn't want it to end. He stopped by a gas station, some kilometers away from Dimitri's office. He picked his phone checking Dimitri's last chat and his cheeks reddened again. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of his car and scanned his card.It was at that moment that his phone dinged and he hurriedly unlocked it in anticipation. But he was disappointed when the source of the notification was Elora. He snickered, ignoring it but he shook his head when he saw that what she sent was a picture.And he couldn't help but wonder what she's up to again.He opened the chat and downloaded the picture which was captioned with. ‘Your time is running out, Vince.’
*TWO DAYS LATER*The Reynolds mansion was booming with activities. The air is filled with the smell of expensive colognes and soft chatters. Vincent dusted an invisible dirt on his pristine cream colored suit as he gave one of the men at the mansion's gate his car key. Then, he made his way towards the mansion's entrance. It was 9:00 am in the morning and Thanksgiving will start by 10. He'd to maintain his good child façade by coming earlier an hour prior to the starting time.He nodded at one of the guests who stood by the entrance, chatting with a lady in a corporate gown. When he reached the main double doors, his mother, Isabella was there with his father by her side, receiving guests.When his mother saw him, she rushed towards him, engulfing him in a hug.“My boy.” She saidHe hugged her back, his eyes moving to his father who stood behind his mother. His mother pulled back, checking his side as if she's searching for something.“Where's your wife?” Vincent chewed the insides