Catherine Morris:-I was in the middle of the shoot for the Victoria secret when my assistant came with a smirk on her face and by the look of her, I know she has came with some good news that I might like."Kate, some really big hotshot is here to see you since you won't receive his calls." she spokewith a grin. I chuckled shaking my head and asked the camera man to give me five minutes. One of the staff member came with the robe to cover my bikni clad body but I refused to put it on as I just got an idea in my mind."It's alright. I will be fine." I tell the staff member with a polite smile. She smiled back and left while I headed in my trailer van after asking my assistant to send the guest inside. I have just sat down on the couch when Cameron stepped inside, looking super hot in his designer three piece suit, that took my breath away. But as I looked at him. I can't help but smile to find him gasp as he looks at my body from head to toe, and gulped."Hey, Cam. What are you doing
Catherine Morris:-I looked at him stunned, as my body shook with the need that was still unquenched. Cameron only grinned when he saw the look of annoyance on my face for not telling him. It set me to blushing with anger and shame but I did not dare show it to him since that would be the ultimate triumph for him. “Okay,” I replied arranging my posture and clutching the robe that was hanging at the corner. “Which business are we referring to?” He followed me carefully and looked me up and down when I just wrapped the robe tightly around my breast. “I am in need of model for a shoot today, one of my best models just called in sick and rescheduled, there are no other models available, and I figured you could do it. ” I raised an eyebrow. According to the story, the conversation was as follows: “You want me to model for you? After what just happened?” “Yes, Cat,”’ he said, becoming stern. “I require the services of a professional, one who can work under pressure and you are the best.
Cameron Matthews:-"So, what have my son in such a sour mood that he doesn't even want to talk to his father?" my father asked after taking a seat beside me on the barstool of the club."I fucked up, dad, and now I don't know how to fix that." I answered honestly after taking a sip of my wine."Does this fucked up mess include Catherine by any chance because your sister seems really pissed at you."dad asked, already guessing the right. I sighed and nodded my head."Dad, I like Cameron. I really do, but what I doesn't like is that, she makes me lose control, she makes me weak, and powerless. That's what I don't like. I am the man who always like to stay in control. The man you raised me to be, but it feels like I am failing in being one.""Who said you are failing, son?" dad asked, pouring her glass of bourbon "You are born a successor. Look at your parents. Your mom and I both are successful, so it's obvious our children has to be successful too, and as for losing control. Tell me one
Gabriella Harrison:-I looked at them putting my father's coffin six feet under the ground and covering it with the graveyard dirt while tears were running down my eyes continuously as I saw my father's coffin disappearing in front of my eyes while I try to stay strong but I was having a really hard time doing that. My father died with a sudden heart attack that took his life away and snatched him from me.I was the only child of my father and spoiled rotten by him. After my mother decided to betray on my father when I was seven years old, she left us only because we were poor and she couldn't handle the poverty so she went for the bigger fish and slept with him which made her pregnant with the tycoon's baby. She trapped the tycoon in her trap and got married to her leaving my dad and me behind. Dad loved mom more than anyone but after her departure he became my everything and acted tough and strong for me. I know he was hurting so bad but he never let me know about it and raised me
Gabriella Harrison:-" Miss. Harrison. Miss. Harrison, are you listening? Are you alright?" My dad's lawyer William asked waving his hands in front of my eyes while I was lost in my thoughts after looking at Dante today at my dad's funeral. The last time I have seen him was five years ago on our wedding day where I stood him up at the altar because of some major reasons and my dad helped me escape from there. Why is he back again after five long years? What does he want? Hasn't he broken my heart enough already in the past?" Yes, William. I am over here. Sorry, if I zoned out for a few minutes over there. Just trying to make myself believe that my father is no more." I replied "You please carry on what you were saying."" I was telling you that I am here to read you Mr. Harrison's will. I mean your father's will." he replied " I was asking if I should begin?"" Can't it wait for a few days? Is it necessary to be read today. I am just done with his funeral." I asked with a raised brow
Dante Matthews:-" Valentino, is the contract ready?" I asked my lawyer after entering the office of my company with an arrogant and proud attitude plastered on my face." Yes, Mr. Matthews. Everything is done right according to your conditions. I have added every single clause you have asked me to add." Valentino replied. I nod my head, sat down on my chair behind the desk then looked at him holding my hand forward " Show me the contract." I demanded. " Yes, Mr. Matthews." he replied placing the contract papers in my hand bringing a smirk on my face. Because surely one way or another Gabriella is going down. She will pay hundred times for leaving me hanging on the altar. How dare she stood me up on our wedding when I loved her so much? When I was ready to give up everything for her? But not anymore because this time she will pay for it. I will take my revenge from her only then I will feel in peace." I am impressed by your work like always, Valentino. Good work." I tell him after r
Gabriella Harrison:-" Miss. Harrison, the breakfast is served." my housekeeper informed after entering my room." Alright, Flora. I will be down." I replied while looking at myself in the mirror for my final appearance. I was heading to the office and taking over the position of CEO of my dad's company from today. I won't let what my father built with his blood and sweat crumble this easily. I will fix this.I will fix everything. I am the proud daughter of my father and even after his death I will make him proud of me. I have seen him struggle and work so hard for this company which is why I will save it at every cost. No matter what.I was dressed up in a white suite pant and wearing my diamond earring that my father gifted me four days ago on my birthday. He was all healthy and fine that day but then what happened all of a sudden that lead him to his death and caused him a heart attack when he never had one ever in his whole lifetime. Something feels off over here and I am going t
Gabriella Harrison:-" Good morning, Miss. Harrison." all of the employees stood up from the seats to greet me morning when I was passing by from there. I nodded at them in greeting and kept on walking towards my office with my assistant following me. It felt weird to walk inside like this because I only came here to the company in the past to meet my father only but today I am here to run it with no presence of my father.I reached my dad's office and looked at it with glassy eyes but maintained the strong and confident posture because there is no place for weak in the world and I can't show any of them my weakness. My guards opened the door for me and I entered and stopped in my tracks when my eyes landed on the blue roses bouquet placed on the desk. I know who sent this because he is making me realize of his presence on purpose." What game are you playing, Dante?" I murmured under my breath." Did I ask anyone to place flowers on my desk? I think so I didn't so throw them away." I
Cameron Matthews:-"So, what have my son in such a sour mood that he doesn't even want to talk to his father?" my father asked after taking a seat beside me on the barstool of the club."I fucked up, dad, and now I don't know how to fix that." I answered honestly after taking a sip of my wine."Does this fucked up mess include Catherine by any chance because your sister seems really pissed at you."dad asked, already guessing the right. I sighed and nodded my head."Dad, I like Cameron. I really do, but what I doesn't like is that, she makes me lose control, she makes me weak, and powerless. That's what I don't like. I am the man who always like to stay in control. The man you raised me to be, but it feels like I am failing in being one.""Who said you are failing, son?" dad asked, pouring her glass of bourbon "You are born a successor. Look at your parents. Your mom and I both are successful, so it's obvious our children has to be successful too, and as for losing control. Tell me one
Catherine Morris:-I looked at him stunned, as my body shook with the need that was still unquenched. Cameron only grinned when he saw the look of annoyance on my face for not telling him. It set me to blushing with anger and shame but I did not dare show it to him since that would be the ultimate triumph for him. “Okay,” I replied arranging my posture and clutching the robe that was hanging at the corner. “Which business are we referring to?” He followed me carefully and looked me up and down when I just wrapped the robe tightly around my breast. “I am in need of model for a shoot today, one of my best models just called in sick and rescheduled, there are no other models available, and I figured you could do it. ” I raised an eyebrow. According to the story, the conversation was as follows: “You want me to model for you? After what just happened?” “Yes, Cat,”’ he said, becoming stern. “I require the services of a professional, one who can work under pressure and you are the best.
Catherine Morris:-I was in the middle of the shoot for the Victoria secret when my assistant came with a smirk on her face and by the look of her, I know she has came with some good news that I might like."Kate, some really big hotshot is here to see you since you won't receive his calls." she spokewith a grin. I chuckled shaking my head and asked the camera man to give me five minutes. One of the staff member came with the robe to cover my bikni clad body but I refused to put it on as I just got an idea in my mind."It's alright. I will be fine." I tell the staff member with a polite smile. She smiled back and left while I headed in my trailer van after asking my assistant to send the guest inside. I have just sat down on the couch when Cameron stepped inside, looking super hot in his designer three piece suit, that took my breath away. But as I looked at him. I can't help but smile to find him gasp as he looks at my body from head to toe, and gulped."Hey, Cam. What are you doing
Cameron Matthews:-"Where is my damn coffee?" I yelled in anger when I didn't see my coffee placed on my desk after I entered my office. My assistant knows very well that I need coffee first thing I come to the office and it really pisses me off when it's not here."I am sorry, Mr. Matthews, here it is." my assistant came running inside of the office with uneven breathing like she has ran a marathon. There is one thing I like about my assistant, she is the best and never late. She is always here on time which is why my coffee is placed on my desk on time, before I arrive, but today, that is not the case certainly."Where the hell were you, Brianna. You know I hate it when on of my employees is late, especially my assistant?" I growled snatching the cup of coffee from her hand and took a sip. As soon as it hit my tongue, I calmed down and took a deep breath "Sorry, just had a rough night and you know how I get when I don't get my coffee first thing in the morning when I come to the off
Caterina Morris:-"What is happening over here?" came my best friend's voice who stepped out of her room with sleepy eyes as she smudges on them. Her eyes widened when she saw me and her brother standing in a compromising position. Cameron was only in his boxers, standing so close to me with my fingers running down his chest, while I was wearing a slip on mini nighty dress without robe. She was about to say something when she heard her father's voice."Bella Mia, just stop. She is gone." Uncle Dante tried to control Aunt Gabriella. Ella watched her parents from the stairs, then at me with a raised brow."What did you do, Erin?" only she is the one who calls me Erin and I love it."I might have caught your brother bringing a hooker into his room and I might have not liked it, and I might have not knocked on your parents door and interuptted their sex by telling your mother that Cameron has brought a hooker in her home to fuck." when I finished the sentence, Ella was looking at me with a
Cameron Harrington Matthews:"Cameron Nicholas Harrington Matthews, bring your naked ass out of your bedroom right now." I heard my beautiful mother yell at me from outside of my door as I bang the stripper that I brought from the club and after hearing her right now, I gulped because it could be the last day of my life.No one can win from Gabriella Harrison Matthews. That's what my dad always says. I thought it was because he loves mom so much that he keeps saying that to make her happy but that's totally not the case, he says it because he means it. My mom can be pretty scary."Who is she? Is she your girlfriend, fiance or wife I should know about because I don't sleep with the man who are in a relationship and cheating on their woman." the hooker speaks from underneath me, making me roll my eyes. Great, even the hookers have got rules now."Eeeeww, that's my mother out there who is currently so pissed that I might die tonight." I replied pulling out of her in a hurry "You need to
Gabriella Harrison Matthews The sun started to color the evening sky with hues of pink, peach, and orange, and I felt an odd combination of gleeful anticipation and wistful sadness. It was the most meaningful day. Our little baby girl Ella was celebrating her 1-year milestone. As my gaze fell upon our little miracle, my heart overflowed with happiness, and I was eager for the party. “This is the perfect day Dante and I have planned for Ella,” I said as I looked around the balloons and streamers covered every inch of the living room while a huge “Happy 1-year-old birthday to Ella!” birthday banner hung on the wall behind the chairs where we would gather to sing to her. Currently, Dante was busy looking after our daughter who won’t stop laughing and running after the balloons on her tiny little feet. Unlike, other kids Ella started walking when she was only ten months old, and man, if it hasn’t been tiring since because she always manages to do something odd. She was dressed up in a
Dante Matthews"Dante Giovanni Matthews! Where the fuck are you?" I heard my wife scream out loud as she could on the other side of the phone. I would have almost gone deaf if I hadn't put some distance between the phone and my ear. She is due any day now, and cranky as hell. Don't ask me about her mood swings at all because if I do then I am afraid it will be hard to stop because the list is that long."Hello, my love. I love you so much, what can I get for you this time?" I asked, trying to be as gentle and lovey-dovey as I could because one wrong word and I would be dead today."What can you get me?! What can you get me?! And, don't you dare say that you love me because if you had loved me then you wouldn't have left me over here all alone when my water just broke and what can you bring? You can bring your sorry lazy ass own at the hospital because Sylvia and Carson are taking me to the fucking hospital because your daughter is being too impatient to enter the world by giving me a
Dante MatthewsAfter our wedding reception, we finally came to our hotel room, leaving Cameron with Valentino, Carson, and Sylvia for protection and to look after. We knew that these men would give their life to protect Cameron so we were not worried about it at all. Unfortunately, my brother couldn't make it to our wedding since he needed to be somewhere really important and I understand because being a mafia leader is not an easy task."How are you feeling, wife?" I asked my pregnant wife who looked tired after being on her feet for so long."Tired, but not for you. I just need to get this dress off me. It feels so tight now. My boobs hurt." she replied and complained because indeed she must be tried wearing this tight dress for hours when she is used to wearing only baggy and comfortable clothes in this condition. I placed her down on her feet gently and helped her in getting out of the dress."Ahhh! Feels so good. Finally, I can breathe freely." she let out a deep breath of relief