Rafael’s POVI flipped through the pages of the file before me absent-minded. It’s the first time in all my life I feel stress and tension while thinking of someone’s reaction. I carefully reviewed the terms of the contract multiple times.“Sir, this is the last document that needs your confirmation” the secretary mumbled while staring at my face. She has been working for this company for almost a decade now, and she was a confidential employee when my father was the CEO. Therefore, I didn’t think of replacing her.I glanced at my handwatch for almost a hundred times in the last fifteen minutes. I asked in a harsh tone, “When will the next meeting begin?”She smiled and replied calmly even though I asked her that question for the tenth time now, “Your next meeting is with Miss Natalie, and it will be starting after three minutes.”I knocked with my fingers on the glassy table before me impatiently.The secretary cleared her throat and said, “The document, sir.”“Just leave it there an
Natalie’s POVEvery time Rafael touched me, I felt weak, even though I felt like I was holding the world in my hands, touching the stars, and experiencing happiness itself.How can someone be both my weakness and my source of strength? That's exactly what I felt for him.I felt like I was drowning in him, melting under his touches and kisses as his tongue traced a map on my body. Despite being on the conference table, I completely forgot that someone might barge in at any moment.All I could think about was that it wasn't enough. I craved more, more of him. I wanted him to dive into me, to feel him completely. My hands instinctively began to undo his belt, disregarding his whispers about why we couldn't do that at that moment.As I reached for his belt, he froze, gripping my hands tightly above my head and kissing me forcefully. I enjoyed his possessive kisses and dominant touch. I loved how he controlled and guided me during our intimacy.Without warning, he stopped kissing me, locki
Rafael’s POVI listened to the busy tone repeatedly played on my phone as I was laying on the big lather sofa in my office. I made three consecutive calls and all of them were rejected. I let out a ragged breath filled with rage. As for the seventh call I failed to get through. The tenth call, the eleventh call, the twelfth call. Every time I made a call I hear the disconnected tone. I gritted my teeth and hissed, “Why her phone is busy all this time?”Jack, my personal assistant, and Norm, my secretary, exchanged looks. They were discussing some details about the upcoming deal and when they heard me raved angrily, they focused with me and carefully observed my expression for a bit. I saw a playful excepressin on their faces, whereas Norm was trying to hide his amusement, Jack said with a chuckle, “Rafael, in this situation, when you hear the busy tone repeatedly, usually means that your number had been black listed!”I glared at his without understanding and roared, “Black listed?
Natalie’s POVAfter driving for an hour without a determined destination, thinking about what I had read in the contract that Rafael showed me, I found myself standing before the door of the place I liked the most - the gathering of amateur painters. Even though I wasn’t a professional painter yet, I felt relaxed whenever I started painting.I stood before the blank drawing board, and all I could see was Rafael's face. An amusing thought suddenly popped into my head. I smiled a small smile and started drawing lines on the board. Every line I drew was a release of frustration and anger towards Rafael. His thick eyebrows were knit together, his sharp gaze was gleamed with evil, and his tightened lips curved into a playful smirk. That was how I imagined his facial features at that moment. Then I painted him holding a whip, poised like an executioner.Finally, after almost three hours, I finished my initial draft and stared at the board with satisfaction. He deserves it. A hasty idea came
Debbie’s POVElectric pleasure surged through my veins as his touch caressed my most sensitive areas. Arching my head back, I couldn't help but release a symphony of moans and groans.“Yeah. Push harder!” I moaned, shivering with pleasure.The man slapped my buttocks and then growled, releasing his sperm into the condom inside me. We laid on the bed, panting heavily.I gazed into his eyes with satisfaction. We’ve been having an affair for two months now. Did Rafael really think that I’d just be waiting for him? Living the life of a nun?No matter how many times I tried to seduce him and invited him to my bed, he insisted that we should wait! He didn't even kiss me except at our engagement party. His continuous rejection of me and my desires was painful.Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even see me as a woman. I remember once when I joined him on a business trip, I wore lingerie and lay in his bed waiting for him to finish his meeting. All he did was wish me a good night and send me to
Natalie’s POVThe more I read, the more interested I became in what was written in that contract. I made sure to sit apart from Rafael and instructed him to take a seat away from me, ensuring that his presence wouldn't influence my decision.However, his aura was affecting me even though he was sitting on the sofa in the corner of my room while I remained perched on the edge of my bed.I cleared my throat and mumbled, “So, you’re saying in this clause that I should ask you about every detail of my daily life? Does that mean I should ask you which pad size I should use during my period?” I mocked him. Sure I wouldn’t agree to that crazy contract, but I was curious what limit he would push this domineering thing, that’s why I asked.He raised an eyebrow, staring into my eyes. Then, a slight smile crept onto his lips as he said, “I wouldn't mind even if you asked me to change them for you, if that's what you wanted!”I shouted in disbelief, “NO! Of course not.”“Yes, that’s what I thoug
Rafael’s POVI couldn't believe my ears when Natalie said yes and agreed to give it a try just once, so she could make her decision. I felt grateful, nonetheless.She bit her lower lip, waiting for my next move. I enjoyed the intensity of her gaze as she anticipated my touch. I knew then that the chemistry between us was undeniable.“Take off your clothes!” I started, in a command tone.She stared at me blankly without giving any reaction. All I saw on her face was confusion.“Take them off, Natalie!” I ordered again, firmly, with a more insistent tone this time.The flush of red on her cheeks heightened her allure, making her seem even more attractive, as if inviting possession. She averted her gaze from mine as she slowly removed her shirt.“Look me in the eye and keep taking off the rest,” I murmured softly, attempting to ease her evident embarrassment.She bit her lip and placed her hands on her trousers, unbuttoning them as she locked eyes with me. I felt my body tense with desir
Natalie's POV My heart pounded inside my chest. 'Is he going to torture me?' I wondered. Despite feeling a bit anxious, curiosity drove me to allow him to guide me and take control. In the end, I was certain he would never hurt me, at least not physically, as he had already hurt me emotionally before. My hands were tied above my head with his tie, and my eyes were covered, leaving me completely blinded. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine as he whispered, “Blindness will boost your sensation to my touch.” “Okay, but untie my hands. I want to feel you,” I mumbled with anticipation. “No touching. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he said, his voice a little harsh. I sensed he was in a sadistic mood. So, anxiety and expectation surged within me. I wouldn’t lie and say that I was sturdy. I was anxious but yearning for the experiment as well. I was lying on the sofa, my hands tied above my head and my eyes completely blinded. Despite my inability to see, I could sense his presen
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Natalie’s POVI heard the sound of Rafael's keys in the door lock with great anticipation. I took a deep breath as he opened the mansion door, and a wave of claps and joyful laughter washed over him. The room was filled with friends and family, their faces glowing with happiness. But the one thing that captured his attention, the one image that filled his heart and eyes with overwhelming joy, was me. I stood in the center of the room, holding Matt in my arms, wearing a stunning white dress—a wedding dress.Rafael’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, and then tears of happiness welled up. His expression mirrored my own overwhelming emotions. I remembered the days when I loved him secretly, the painful nights I spent yearning for his touch. The jealousy that broke my heart at that time. Then, I thought of how much he had changed for me, how he had shed his sadistic tendencies and embraced a love that was tender and true. Our love had become a sanctuary, a safe haven where we could be
Natalie’s POVThe location led me to a rundown part of town, a place I would never have thought to visit under normal circumstances. The taxi stopped a few blocks away, and I paid the driver, telling him to wait. I couldn’t risk Debbie spotting the car.I walked the rest of the way, my senses on high alert. Every sound, every shadow made my heart race. Finally, I reached the address Debbie had sent. It was an old, abandoned warehouse, the kind of place that sent shivers down your spine just by looking at it.I wiped a tear ran down my cheek, and with taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. The air was musty, and the only light came from the gaps in the boarded-up windows. My footsteps echoed eerily as I walked further into the building.My heart bounded with anticipation, finally I would see my little boy. How did she manage to feed him? He didn’t take the formula milk.“Natalie,” Debbie’s voice rang out from the darkness, sending a chill down my spine. She stepped out from the shadow
Natalie’s POVAs the door swung open, my breath caught in my throat. But, there, standing on the doorstep, was my family—the Rowsons. Maya, Daniel, Lucas, their mother and father, and even our granny. They all looked worried, their presence both comforting and overwhelming.As I stared at them, I was shocked. It was the last person to step forward who shocked me the most. My real father. He stood there, looking healthier and stronger than I remembered, and there was a softness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen the last time I visited him. For a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. It was as if time had stopped, and all I could do was stare at him.“Hey guys, you came!” Rafael cut the silence with a surprised tone."Nat," Maya said softly, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around me. "We're here for you."Everybody stepped inside and started hugging me except one person, my father.However, he stood there puzzled for a moment then said softly in a whisper, “Natalie,” his voice th
Natalie’s POVThe long night passed in a haze of dread and exhaustion. I couldn’t sleep; every time I closed my eyes, I saw Matt’s face, heard his cries. The darkness outside the window was a mirror to the darkness inside me, a suffocating blanket that left me gasping for breath. I paced the room, my steps slow and heavy, my mind replaying the events of the day over and over again.Rafael had been gone for hours, searching desperately for any clue that might lead us to our son. The silence of the house was oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards or the distant hum of traffic outside. The waiting was unbearable, each minute stretching into an eternity. I could feel the panic rising within me, threatening to consume me whole.I moved from room to room, my body restless, my mind tormented by the unknown. I went into Matt's room and sat on his bed, clutching his favorite stuffed animal, inhaling the faint scent of him still lingering in the fabric. Memories of h
Natalie’s POVSix hours had passed, and still, no news about Matt. My heart tightened with each minute that dragged by, constricting so tightly that I could barely breathe. The silence was suffocating, every second stretching into an eternity. I couldn’t imagine what Debbie might be doing to my little boy. Rafael had been updating me frequently with whatever scraps of information he could gather, but the constant fear gnawed at me, an ever-present shadow that made me feel as if I might crumble at any moment.“No news?” Tobi asked gently as she handed me a cup of coffee. Her voice was soft, but the concern in her eyes was palpable. I shook my head, unable to find any words that could convey the depth of my fear. Nothing was clear. Debbie was careful—she’d even managed to avoid the street cameras.The waiting was unbearable. My mind started to spiral, conjuring horrific images of my son’s screams, trapped in my head like an endless loop of terror. It was dark outside now, the evening s
The room spun around me, and I had to grip the back of the chair to steady myself when Natalie told me that Matt had been kidnapped.“Matt is kidnapped,” her words echoed endlessly in my mind.“Matt is gone, Raf! You have to bring my son back to me!” she wailed through the phone, her words barely understandable through her loud sobs.Every passing minute was crucial, every second a potential danger. The guilt was overwhelming. Was I the reason danger had found my family? Why did I ever get engaged to that witch in the first place?Documents and everything else on my desk scattered to the floor as I shoved the table over in a fit of rage and frustration. The chaos mirrored the turmoil inside me.The office door swung open, and Jack and several employees rushed in. “What’s going on?” Jack asked, staring around the wrecked room in shock.“She kidnapped Matt!” I roared, my voice raw with desperation.Earlier that afternoon, I had received a call from the main city police station warning m
Natalie’s POVThe afternoon crowd was stifling as I wrapped up the meeting for the upcoming fashion show and made my way home. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets, a stark contrast to my serene thoughts.It had been three months since we returned to the USA, and I had already launched my new fashion design company. My heart swelled with happiness at the thought. Living with my husband and our nearly four-month-old son was a dream come true, and every day felt like a step closer to my ambitions as a fashion designer.I couldn't help but smile as I imagined Rafael at home, sitting beside Matt’s crib, watching him sleep or feeding him his bottle. The mere thought of our little family filled me with warmth.My phone rang, jolting me from my reverie. I glanced at the screen and pressed the reply button, Laura's voice echoing through the car speaker. “Natalie, are you on your way home?” she asked, her tone edged with urgency.“Yes, what's wrong, Laur
Natalie’s POVThe room door swung open, and the Rowsens filed in one by one until the space was filled with their lively presence.“Hey, new mother!” Carla exclaimed, balancing a box of gifts in her hands, as the other family members held their own presents.“Oh, look at the little boy. He’s a spitting image of the charming Lucas, which is me,” Lucas mumbled, bending down to get a closer look at my child.“Move away!” Rafael snapped, shoving Lucas aside. “Don’t touch him. He’s still weak and could get infected easily!”I stifled a chuckle. Rafael’s overprotectiveness was one of his most endearing traits.“Hey, man! What’s wrong with you? I was just trying to see the boy! Don’t tell me you’re one of those overprotective fathers!” Lucas teased, prompting laughter from everyone in the room.I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. The Rowsens had supported me when I was at my lowest, and they had become my real family. But now, with Rafael and our son, I had my own family. I loved them a