AMELIA'S POV When Liam gets worked up, it’s a different kind of entertainment altogether. I should probably feel bad about how much I was enjoying this, but honestly, watching him pace around his living room, muttering about the weather, of all things, was pure comedy.“It was the wind,” he said for the fifth time, pointing accusingly at nothing in particular. “It wasn’t a fair game. Every time I swung, the wind blew the ball off target. Did you see that, Amelia? The wind was against me.”I pressed my lips together, trying my absolute best to hold in the laugh that threatened to burst out. “The wind, huh?” I said, feigning seriousness. “Not Tristan’s skill or the fact that he beat you fair and square?”He shot me a glare, pacing to the other side of the room. “It wasn’t fair! Did you see his shot on the other hole? The wind actually helped him. It was like it was in his favor the entire time.”This time, I couldn’t stop myself. A laugh slipped out, and I quickly covered my mouth, try
I tossed my phone onto the couch beside me, leaning back and crossing my arms. It was infuriating. She didn’t even seem to realize what she had, the opportunities she was being handed on a silver platter. I would’ve killed to be in her shoes, to have even a fraction of what she had. But no, Amelia is so dense, and she probably didn’t even appreciate it.Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone again, staring at her face on the screen. My fingers hovered over the “like” button for a second before I swiped past the post entirely. Never!But as much as I tried to push it all away, the images stayed with me: her smiles, the ease with which she fit into a world I’d wanted badly. And the jealousy burned hotter than ever.I was still trying to distract myself with other things when I heard a knock on the door. I got up hesitant to see who was at the door. It was our neighbor from a few blocks away, Patrick. “Hi Sandra, is your sister home?” He asked with a bright smile.Seriously if I hea
I lay half naked on the king size bed of a luxurious, 5 star hotel apartment with a glass of wine in hand; its bottle resting on a shelf close to the bed- half emptied. In my relaxed state I took a sip from the glass enjoying the delicate, sweet flavor of the fine liquor melt in my tongue. My life is just perfect! I am only 22 years old but I can boldly say I have slept with over 100 beautiful ladies from all over the world. Money isn't a problem either since I am worth billions of dollars and I didn't even have to work a second in my life to earn any fortune as I was born in wealth. My father Donald Anderson is a multi billionaire; being the richest man in planet and one of the most powerful and influential figures in the whole world and I am next in line to inherit all that as I am his only son though I have a young sister.What else do one need to be happy if not money, drinks and women? And I have all three! Not forgetting I am tall, standing an impressive height of 6 ft 4 and supe
So this is what my best friend has been enjoying all by himself? I must say h.e has been so greedy. This is too much for just one person. It is only right for him to share. After all we are friends and friends are meant to share everything they have with one another. A sinister smile formed on my face at my thought and I continued sucking greedily- interchanging the right and left boobs at intervals.“Do you love my boobs, Liam? Is it sweet?..” Hela started asking some silly questions in a moaning tone but I didn't answer her. I just kept focus, sucking but when her questions were becoming too much I bit her a little on her right nipple.”Ah..” the sound of her moan increased as she felt a mixture of pain and pleasure from the bite.It was clear though that she enjoyed it and I proceeded to give her two extra bites, on which she moaned out pleasurably again.Sicko!“I want to fuck this mouth,” I said touching her lips with a finger and I could see the excitement and lust in her face an
I woke up feeling really exhausted and with a full bladder. I really need to pee, like now!! But as I was about to get up I felt an external weight from my chest downwards, restricting my movement.Huh? What's this?Taking my eyes down I saw a beautiful lady lying on my chest with her head and she had her arms and legs crossed around my body like some kind of monkey and this caused me to panic until I recalled what transpired last night.Oh it's HelaA sly smile formed on my face as all the wonderful and spectacular scenes of last night flashed in my face in an instant. What I did to Hela in one night I am sure my best friend Felix hasn't done to her in the four years they have been together. I made sure to explore every part of her body, satisfying every sick thought that came to mind and it's not surprising that it was to her satisfaction as well.“Liam. You fuck like a god!" I chuckled softly as I remembered what she told me when I had her in the Captain position.Anyways no time fo
Never in my life have I ever been slapped. No, never in my life have I experienced any form of pain whatsoever but now my left cheek feels like it is burning up in flames but that's just not all. For about 10 seconds or so I lost coordination of my senses and my head vibrated as if a train was moving on it accompanied by an irritating buzz in my left ear as if a whole swarm of bees had made it their hive. I tried my best to focus; trying to regain my senses but when I stared at the cleaning lady she had multiplied into three persons.What?! Is she a set of triplets or has she slapped me into insanity??I don't know if it was the sound of the slap on my cheek or my shrieking scream that caused Hela to wake up from her seemingly deep sleep.“What's going on?" She inquired but I was still too dazed and also embarrassed to speak.How can I tell her I just got slapped by a cleaning lady because I made advances on her? That would no doubt ruin my reputation.“This shameless man here was touc
What have I done? My heart kept racing frantically as I walked hastily to the locker room. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have hit him. Liam! The Liam Henderson! The billionaire!!! I feel like crying. My life is finished! I am so screwed!!I have always known my temper would be the end of me one day and that day has finally come but it's not entirely my fault though. Why will he touch me like that? And what's that hard, long thing in his pants pressing on my ass hole like some iron rode? Is that his genitals?!Disgusting!He didn't even know who I was yet he held me in such an intimate manner. What was he expecting? Even though the slap was more like a reflex action he truly deserved to be hit but if that I knew it was him I wouldn't have hit him not because I am one of those his foolish fans that are crushing on him but because I know the consequences and implications of messing with the high and powerful of society and he and his family are sitting at the very top.I am su
It brought me great satisfaction to see the once arrogant and proud cleaning lady brought to a humbling and humiliating state as she looked completely defeated as she stepped forward; no doubt to humiliate herself further by kneeling down and apologizing to me.That's it, go down on your knees and beg me like the peasant you are.I adjusted my sitting position to get a proper view and feel of the moment when she will kneel before me. I don't know why' but I seem to be deriving greater joy from this than I should.“Stop wasting time and go down on your knees," the hotel manager urged her, impatiently…“No. I won't," she suddenly said and I couldn't believe my ears and everyone in the room also shared my reaction.What? Is she really refusing to obey her own boss?!”What?! Are you refusing my orders?! Have you lost your mind?!!" The hotel manager yelled at her.“I am sorry but I can't do what you ask of me sir. I did nothing wrong. Why should I be the one to apologize to them when they w
I tossed my phone onto the couch beside me, leaning back and crossing my arms. It was infuriating. She didn’t even seem to realize what she had, the opportunities she was being handed on a silver platter. I would’ve killed to be in her shoes, to have even a fraction of what she had. But no, Amelia is so dense, and she probably didn’t even appreciate it.Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone again, staring at her face on the screen. My fingers hovered over the “like” button for a second before I swiped past the post entirely. Never!But as much as I tried to push it all away, the images stayed with me: her smiles, the ease with which she fit into a world I’d wanted badly. And the jealousy burned hotter than ever.I was still trying to distract myself with other things when I heard a knock on the door. I got up hesitant to see who was at the door. It was our neighbor from a few blocks away, Patrick. “Hi Sandra, is your sister home?” He asked with a bright smile.Seriously if I hea
AMELIA'S POV When Liam gets worked up, it’s a different kind of entertainment altogether. I should probably feel bad about how much I was enjoying this, but honestly, watching him pace around his living room, muttering about the weather, of all things, was pure comedy.“It was the wind,” he said for the fifth time, pointing accusingly at nothing in particular. “It wasn’t a fair game. Every time I swung, the wind blew the ball off target. Did you see that, Amelia? The wind was against me.”I pressed my lips together, trying my absolute best to hold in the laugh that threatened to burst out. “The wind, huh?” I said, feigning seriousness. “Not Tristan’s skill or the fact that he beat you fair and square?”He shot me a glare, pacing to the other side of the room. “It wasn’t fair! Did you see his shot on the other hole? The wind actually helped him. It was like it was in his favor the entire time.”This time, I couldn’t stop myself. A laugh slipped out, and I quickly covered my mouth, try
Although this was to be a friendly golf game, it was a lowkey competition. It was a match between the creme de la creme. They weren’t here to just play; they were here to win.Felix stood on the sidelines with a look of concentration, cheering Liam on at every shot, calling out words of encouragement and advice. He looked completely wrapped up in the game. Across from him, Hela was cheering just as loudly for the Prince, her eyes flashing every time Liam’s shot veered slightly off course. It was hard not to notice the way she would give him these pointed looks whenever he glanced her way. I could tell she was annoyed with him, though I didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because of Sophie, the girl Liam had brought along, who was currently watching the game with a slightly bored look on her face. Liam had not even bothered to introduce her to Tristan.I, on the other hand, didn’t know where to put my support. Part of me wanted to root for Liam because he is my boss. But then there wa
LIAM'S POVAfter a few rounds of beating Felix at golf, I went to sit down for a break.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table, scanning the place for Amelia. She'd been gone longer than it should have taken to grab a few drinks, and I was really parched. My gaze flickered to the clock on my phone, and I felt a small spike of irritation rise within me. Where could she possibly be?Finally, I spotted her weaving through the crowd, balancing a tray of drinks in her hands and looking a little flustered. I raised an eyebrow as she reached the table, setting down the glasses carefully."Did you decide to brew the drinks yourself ?" I asked with mild sarcasm, though the curiosity was genuine. "What took so long?"Before she could answer, a voice came from just behind her."I was the cause."I looked up, my eyes meeting those of a man I hadn’t seen in a while. The faintest trace of surprise flickered within me, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I kept my expression neutral, just star
AMELIA'S POVAs I made my way to the golf club bar to grab drinks for the group, I was honestly relieved to escape for a few minutes. The whole golf course vibe was beginning to feel like a reality show. I took a deep breath, appreciating the quiet of the bar, and walked up to place my order.As I reached the counter, I signaled to the bar man to attend to me. While I was waiting for him to get the drinks ready, a man came to join me at the counter, casually dressed in a polo shirt that somehow looked expensive and well-tailored. He had a confidence about him, the kind that seemed effortless. His back was to me, but he was chatting with the bartender, flashing a grin that made the older man laugh. It was charming, I had to admit, but I was here first and I didn’t come here to socialize. I just wanted the drinks and to get back before Liam decided to make a scene about me taking too long.“Excuse me, what's taking so long? I've been here for about ten minutes.” I said impatiently.“Mad
Greg's POVI made sure tonight was perfect. Every little detail had to be right because Kate well, she deserved that much. She had this sweetness about her, a kindness that I hadn’t seen in a long time. And if there was one thing I wanted, it was to make sure she had a good time, a night to remember.The restaurant was elegant but not overdone. Dim lighting, soft music, nothing too flashy or crowded. I wanted her to feel at ease, to see me as someone who could offer her a world outside of the bling lifestyle, a world where she could just relax and enjoy herself.In about ten minutes from our agreed meeting time, she walked in.“Hey” She greeted me with a shy smile. “Hope I can be pardoned for being ten minutes late?”“You're the boss and the boss is never late.” I beaned which made her smile widen.I pulled her chair out as she sat, watching as her cheeks flushed slightly. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft and genuine. I smiled back, trying to keep it gentle. This wasn’t the t
Instead of being even slightly affected, he just leaned back with that infuriating smile. “Is that so? Well, I think you're worrying about the wrong issues. Should I give you something new to worry about, since you have enough time for this?” His eyes gleamed with a hint of that arrogance that made me want to scream. "And might I remind you, Amelia, that you’re here on my terms. So maybe do well to know your place.”‘Know your place.’ As if he was some kind of king, and I was supposed to be grateful just to breathe the same air.I bit back a retort, knowing that arguing with him would get me nowhere. But as I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel pity for poor Susan. He's right though, how can she just throw herself at him so cheaply? It's not even up to 24 hours since he started flirting with her and now she's stale news.******AMELIA'S POVLater that day…It was just supposed to be a work lunch, a quiet meal to go over some details Liam wanted to discuss in a “better setting” outsi
LIAM'S POVAfter a busy day today, I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, trying to catch up on a few emails when it buzzed.“Hello?”“Um… hi, Liam! It’s Susan… from the restaurant?” cane the voice at the other end.Ah, right. The girl from the restaurant. The one with that nervous laugh and doe-eyed expression every time I glanced in her direction. She must’ve finally worked up the courage to call me. I smiled, leaning back on the couch.“Suzy,” I said smoothly, letting her name roll off my tongue like I’d been expecting her call all day. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”“Oh! Well, I didn’t want to, you know, bother you too soon.” Her voice was breathy, a little timid, and I could almost picture her twirling her hair nervously on the other end of the line.“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t want to hear from you,” I said, dropping my voice a bit. The flattery was easy, almost automatic.There was a shy giggle from her end.“So,
KATE'S POVSitting in my office, I was flipping through some files when a knock on the door pulled me from my work. I looked up to see my assistant standing there, holding a bouquet of roses so vibrant they looked like they belonged in a dream. My mind went blank for a second as I stared at the flowers, taken completely by surprise."These are for you, ma’am," she said with a polite nod, handing them over before disappearing just as quickly as she arrived to give me some space.I blinked, glancing down at the bouquet in my hands, still trying to process it. Who could have sent me flowers? Nestled among the roses was a small envelope, so I plucked it out and carefully opened it. Inside was a card, and written in elegant handwriting were the words:“To the most radiant woman in the building, your beauty is matched only by your intelligence. I would be honored if you'd join me for dinner. Somewhere nice and cozy, away from hospital smells.- Greg.”I chuckled as I read his words again, ha