“Of course, I've… had sex with a man before,” I thought to myself. Once. Twice. Well, maybe. He didn't actually get the chance to go all the way in, but that still counts, right?
"You're still so young, Myla. You need to embrace your true self more… I have a zoom meeting to attend. Chat up if you want,” Cynthia said before hanging up.
I covered my face with a pillow and let out a muffled, irritated scream. This wasn't the first time Cynthia was lecturing me, and I was extremely tired of it. I decided to do something rash. I took all the remnants of the wine in the bottle.
The wine tasted… Sweet.
“Whoa," I said to no one. Realizing I was talking to myself, I started giggling. My head felt good. Really good.
I laughed again. Why didn't I drink more often? It was making me feel really, really, really good.
"Stupid, Cynthia," I murmured. "I'm having fun. And I want sex. I want...to...FUCK! I want to fucking fuck."
I giggled again and made a decision. I went over to my phone and unlocked it. Everything was blurry, but I found my SMS messenger, opened up my text thread with Cynthia, and sent her a message. Even typing it made me feel something… pleasant… down there.
“Hey, bitch! Send me those pornography videos you have on your phone! I fucking need them right now! I want to do a little bit of self-exploration. You know what I mean.”
I waited and then remembered she said she'll be attending a zoom meeting.
Then the dots popped up in the convo, letting me know she was actually there and typing.
“???” Was all I got back. Just three question marks. What was that about?
“Come on, bitch! Don't play dumb! You know what I mean, right? Or, you know what? Find me a guy and send him up to Jaxon hotel and suites. I don't even care if he's a male whore. You know what room 202.”
But Cynthia didn't respond. I waited for a long time too, and after about ten minutes, I realized she might have fallen asleep.
“Maybe it's for the best,” I thought to myself. I just told my best friend to find me a male whore. Fuck! That's crazy. What could I be thinking? But of course, the answer to that was simple. It was the alcohol talking.
And it was still making me really horny. Then a firm knock came from my room door.
I opened the door and immediately felt my heart drop all the way to the pit of my stomach. I suddenly became very aware of what I was wearing– a revealing, red, sexy gown.
“ Jaxon?” I said stammering. “ What are you doing here?”
His robe was open a bit, giving my eyes an opportunity to wander. And wander they did. They seemed to sink into his broad chest, making me wet. I could feel my panties getting damper with each passing second.
“ Myla, I got your message, I hope you’re fine?” he asked, showing me the messages I thought I sent to Cynthia.
“ Fuck! That went to him. Well, I guess his coming here won't be a waste.” I mumbled under my breath.
“ Are you married?” I asked, looking at him with an unreadable expression that shocked him.
Jaxon blinked in surprise. “ No, why are you…”
“ Engaged? Do you have a lover?” I asked, shutting him up completely.
“ I look ugly, right?”
He was puzzled by my line of questions but answered, “No.”
“ Would you want to have sex with me?” I asked bluntly, unbothered by what he might be thinking.
Jaxon stared at me, surprised by my words.
“ And why would I want to do that to you? You looked stressed… please, take a nap.”
He turned to leave immediately, but I yanked him into the room, slamming the door shut behind me. Jaxon stood frozen, his body dominating the dimly lit
room.
" Myla, what the hell..."
" I'm fucking horny," I blurted, cutting him off. " I want sex, Jaxon. With you, right here, right now... Fuck me baby.."
Jaxon blinked, utterly dumbfounded. " You're drunk, "
" So what?" I countered, crossing my arms tightly around my chest but keeping my gaze locked on him. " I made a mistake. A big one. And I need to make more mistakes to cover it up,"
He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. "That doesn't even make sense. How does making more mistakes fix anything? That's... terrible."
" Maybe." I whispered, stepping closer, my fingers trailing down his bare chest. " But I don't care. I don't want your love. I don't want your money. I just... need this. Please."
Jaxon shook his head firmly. " Myla, stop. You don't know what you're saying. You'll regret this in the morning , and I can't..." He turned, reaching for the doorknob.
Before Jaxon could leave, I tore my dress open, the sound of fabric tearing pierced the air. Jaxon turned around, only to find me stark naked, my bare body gleaming under the flickering light.
His breath hitched as he quickly moved his eyes. " Myla!"
I smirked, stepping forward, unbothered by his reaction. " You're still standing here, Jaxon. If you really wanted to leave, you would've walked out by now."
Jaxon clenched his fists at his side, his jaw tightening as he struggled to maintain control. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, his body betrayed him, making him rooted in place. This was my chance.
I closed the distance between us, my steps gentle. " You're not running." I murmured, my hands reaching up to cup his face, forcing him to look at me.
" Myla, don't..."
I crashed my lips into his, silencing his protest. I kissed him with passion, pouring all the sweetness into the act.
For a moment, he froze, torn between his principles and the heat surging through him. Then, like a broken dam, he kissed me back with the same intensity, his hands gripping me as though I might disappear. Before I knew it , he carried me over to the bed and laid me on it.
Breaking the kiss, he held my face, darting his eyes. “ Do you really want this?”
“ Yes,” I nodded, my voice stronger than it had been since we met. “I'm sure, Jaxon, hit me hard. Please... Now!” I could feel his cock, it's hard like a rock. That thing.. in me? Would it really fit?
Damn!
He kissed me all over, and I melted into him, gasping for air. Every touch from him sent waves of pleasure through my body, leaving me breathless. I didn't think anyone could make me feel this way."You taste so good, Myla.” Jaxon whispered, his lips against mine, his voice filled with pleasure. “I can't stop it anymore.”As he deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaped my lips. His fingers teased the sensitive skin between my thighs, igniting a fire I couldn't control. His breath, warm and steady against my neck, sent shivers running down my spine. At that moment, I didn't want him to stop. I loved what he was doing to me.The kisses weren’t enough; I wanted more. The need to feel him inside of me completely consumed me, an irresistible desire burned within me. Slowly, I bit his lip before letting it go. A smirk played on my lips as I caught the hungry look in his eyes. Jaxon was ready to devour me.He smiled, the kind of smile that made my knees weak. His thumb gently rolled over the ti
I froze, my hand gripping the doorknob tightly. I could swear I heard Jaxon call my name. My heart raced as I turned slowly, bracing myself for the worst. But when I looked back, he was still sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. “Am I losing my mind now?” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. Maybe the guilt and fear were finally taking their toll on me. I walked back to the nightstand and picked up a small notepad and pen. For a moment, I just stared at the blank page, unsure what to say. Then, with trembling hands, I began to write: Jaxon, I don’t know what this night meant to you, but for me, it was a reminder that I deserve to feel alive, even if it just for a moment. Thank you for being my escape, and my comfort. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. This will be the last time you hear from me. Be happy, Jaxon. You deserve it. —Myla I placed the note beside him, my heart aching with every step I took toward the door. The morning air outsi
Father reached out to touch my arm, his eyes filled with regret, as if realizing he had gone too far with his words. But I didn't care. The damage was done already.“Myla,” he called softly, his voice trembling. It was the same voice that once soothed me as a child, but now, it only intensified the hatred I felt for him.“I… fucking… hate… you, not just you, but every single one of you sitting in this room,” I snapped. Without waiting for their reaction, I turned and walked up the stairs.When I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and fell onto the bed. My sobs sank into the pillows, while my father’s harsh words replayed in my mind. He has hurt me more than I could bear, breaking me in ways I never imagined.“I've had enough.” I hissed through gritted teeth, wiping my tears away with shaky hands. “Enough of Vanessa and her mind games. Father has no idea the fire he's playing with.”I stood up, ran my fingers through my hair, and grabbed my suitcase. I packed furiously, tossing
“For how long were you planning to hide from me, Myla?” Jaxon asked, his voice laced with pain.I froze, my heart racing as I clutched the door, unable to look away. My pulse quickened, and my eyes darted toward Jaxon, who was standing in the doorway.He looked furious, yet heartbreakingly vulnerable. His dark eyes pierced into mine, the weight of his emotions hitting me hard.“Jaxon ...” I called, my voice was barely a whisper and my throat dry.“You left without a word, Myla," his voice cracked, shattering the calm posture he was trying to maintain. “ You didn’t care about how I’d feel, about what you left behind. Do you even know what that night did to me? After that night, Myla... after you and I…” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve been in my thoughts every second since then. I can’t focus, I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe without thinking about you.”His words crushed me hard. I stepped back instinctively, but he followed, closing the distance.“Please
Cynthia's crazy idea had my head spinning. Strip Jaxon? Change identities? Fake passports? It all sounded like something out of a bad movie. But here we are, caught, with no room for mistakes.The air was tense, heavy with the weight of what we were about to do. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. Cynthia stood before me, her usual calm smirk plastered on her face like this was just another one of her wild, adventurous games. But this wasn’t a game. This was real, and the stakes were life or death.“Cindy, please, listen to yourself! Why would I strip Jaxon naked? Do you know how insane that sounds?” I said, trying to keep my voice down. My heart was pounding, and my palms were sweaty.She didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. She just tilted her head like I was the one losing my mind."Myla, calm down. Do you think I'm asking you to do this for fun? I know it sounds crazy, but if Jaxon wakes up and meets you, then you can kiss your escape goodbye. You know Jaxon won't
The airport was crowded, with people talking and moving in different direction. The noise of announcements, conversations, and footsteps filled the air, creating a lively and hectic atmosphere.But all I could focus on were the cops. They were everywhere. Standing by the entrances, pacing through security, glancing at the faces of every single traveler. My face. My picture was on every wall, every counter. The pressure was overwhelming, as if their eyes were constantly on me, watching my every move, even when I knew they weren’t really looking.I tried to breathe calmly, but my heart was racing. I couldn’t stop blaming Jaxon for it.It’s all his fault. If he hadn’t gone to the cops, begged them to search for me, or worse, offered that ridiculous six-million-dollar reward for anyone who found me, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Now, half the country thought I was some kind of criminal, while the other half was eager to turn me in for a fat payday.“This way,” Cynthia whispered, her voice
Eugene’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Hey! You there! Hold on a second!”I froze mid-step, my heart leaping to my throat. Every muscle in my body tensed as Cynthia’s nails dug into my arm.“Don’t turn around,” she hissed, her voice sharp but barely audible. “Don’t you dare look back, Myla. Just keep walking.”But it was too late. I could feel his presence, his eyes boring into me like a predator eyeing his prey.Eugene’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, a cunning smile spreading across his lips. He moved with such confidence that it irritated my very being. The crowd around me blurred as my focus narrowed to the man who could destroy everything we've worked so hard for.“Ladies,” Eugene’s smooth, mocking voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Why the rush? Got somewhere important to be?”Cynthia spun around slowly, her grip on me firm, she wore a fake smile that would’ve fooled anyone—except Eugene. “Do I know you?” she asked, her tone light and casual, as though we w
She stumbled but didn’t fall. Instead, she turned to face Eugene, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go!” she snapped, her voice sharp and fearless.Eugene’s lips curled into a menacing grin. “Not a chance,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can just walk out of here? Think again.”I froze, my heart pounding wildly as I watched the scene unfold, unable to move. Cynthia, however, wasn’t the one to back down easily. Her free hand darted toward her small metallic clutch bag—the same bag I had seen her gripping tightly since we arrived at the airport. With a swift motion, she swung it upward, smashing it in Eugene's face.He stumbled back, clutching his nose as fresh blood dripped down his face. His grip on Cynthia’s arm loosened for just a moment, and she used the opportunity to wrench herself free.“Go, Myla!” Cynthia shouted, her voice filled with urgency.“I’m not leaving you!” I yelled back, my feet rooted to the spot despite every instinct screaming at me t
Mr. Clark gestured toward Jaxon, his smile never faltering. “Yes, Coco. Jaxon is your boss. He’s the one you’ll be reporting to once you move to Georgia.”The air left my lungs, and my knees wobbled as the room began to tilt. My boss? Jaxon was my boss? No. This had to be some cruel twist of fate, a joke the universe was playing on me.As I risked a glance at Jaxon, my stomach twisted into knots. His lips was curled into a slow, sly smile that sent shivers racing down my spine. But it was his eyes—those piercing, stormy eyes—that really unsettled me. They seemed to hold something, an emotion I couldn't quite decipher... Was it amusement?... Or Curiosity?He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze never leaving mine. “Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more, Coco,” he said, his voice low, dripping with something I couldn’t name.I wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but my throat had gone dry. The words were trapped, strangled by the overwhelming wav
He sat with Mr. Clark, laughing and talking like they were close friends. It was clear they’d known each other. My chest tightened as I stepped into the room, unsure of how to proceed. Then Mr. Clark turned to me with a smile. "Myla, meet my nephew, Jaxon Brooks," he said, his words slicing through me like a blade.I froze. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might shatter my ribs. My palms grew clammy, and I struggled to control the tremor in my hands. Jaxon Brooks! Of all people. Of all places. Never in my wildest nightmares had I imagined I’d see him here. It felt like I'd been punched in the gut. My breath caught, and my heart raced wildly, Jaxon was actually standing in front of me - the man I had spent six years trying to forget. The man whose memory haunted me every single day. The man I had lied to everyone about.Jaxon.I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. My gaze locked onto his, and for a moment, it was as if the world around us faded. His face hadn’t changed. His pi
“Myla?” Cynthia called, her voice cutting through the chaos in my mind. I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at the crumpled letter in my hands. Her concerned face hovered over me, and her hand rested gently on my shoulder. “I…I can’t do this, Cynthia. I just can’t…” My voice cracked, raw with emotion as I clutched the letter tightly in my trembling hands. “I can’t go back… Never!” I screamed until my voice cracked, hot tears streaming down my face as I let out all the pain and anguish that had been building up inside me. Cynthia reached out, her hand brushing my shoulder as we walked home. “Myla, breathe. Please.” Her voice was soothing, but the fear gripping my chest was undeniable. I shook my head fiercely, stepping away from her touch. “No, you don’t understand! What If I go back to Georgia, and Jaxon’s parents find out about Liam? What if they take him away from me? What if Vanessa…” I trailed off. My words caught in my throat as the terrifying images of my nightmare flashed
The tension in the air was thick as I stood protectively in front of my son. My heart pounded in my chest as I locked eyes with Vanessa, whose sinister smile sent chills down my spine."Why are you here, Vanessa?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and fear.She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk. "Why, Myla, is that the right way to greet your dear mother?""You are not my mother!" I spat, my voice shaking with anger. "Why are you really here? What do you want from me? Haven't you caused enough damage already?”Her expression darkened, and for a moment, I saw something wild in her eyes. "I'm here to see my grandchild," she said sweetly, her voice laced with threat."Your what?" I asked, unable to believe it. My body stiffened as I instinctively stepped forward, shielding my son from her gaze."You heard me," she replied coldly. "My grandchild. And I’ve come to take him with me."Her words sliced through the air like a knife. "Stay away from him. Stay the hell away fr
I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “What the hell are you talking about?” I barked, my voice raw with anger and confusion. Damien let out a slow, mocking laugh that irritated me. “Oh, Jaxon. Always so quick to play the hero. But this isn’t a fairytale, big brother. If you don’t back off now, her secrets will come crashing down on you, and when they do, you’ll lose everything you’ve ever worked for. Everything.” “ Stop with the cryptic bullshit!” I screamed, and without another word, I stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind me. Damien's mocking laughter echoed in my ears like a taunt. Outside, I leaned against my car, my breathing ragged, and my mind racing. Myla was out there, somewhere, and Damien’s cryptic words only fueled my determination. Whatever it took, I would find her. But as I pulled out my phone and dialed her number again, her voicemail greeting was the only response. “Myla,” I said, my voice cracking as I left a message. “Please, just call
After nine long hours in the air, the plane finally touched down in Switzerland. As the wheels hit the tarmac, a jolt of excitement ran through me. Switzerland had always been a dream, my distant escape.The airport was alive with a mix of languages and sounds I didn’t recognize. Announcements echoed over the speakers, and I struggled to keep up with Cynthia, who navigated the crowds with ease. I glanced around, taking in the beautiful architecture and the lively atmosphere. Everything was so vibrant, so alive. Cynthia glanced over her shoulder at me. "You good?" she asked, her tone sharp.I nodded quickly. "Yeah. Just... taking it all in."We moved through customs, collected our luggage, and finally stepped out into the cool, fresh air. I took a deep breath, letting the cool breeze fill my lungs. For a moment, it felt like peace—like I could leave everything behind. But the moment didn’t last.Jaxon.His name hit me like a wave, drowning out everything else. My heart ached at the th
She stumbled but didn’t fall. Instead, she turned to face Eugene, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go!” she snapped, her voice sharp and fearless.Eugene’s lips curled into a menacing grin. “Not a chance,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can just walk out of here? Think again.”I froze, my heart pounding wildly as I watched the scene unfold, unable to move. Cynthia, however, wasn’t the one to back down easily. Her free hand darted toward her small metallic clutch bag—the same bag I had seen her gripping tightly since we arrived at the airport. With a swift motion, she swung it upward, smashing it in Eugene's face.He stumbled back, clutching his nose as fresh blood dripped down his face. His grip on Cynthia’s arm loosened for just a moment, and she used the opportunity to wrench herself free.“Go, Myla!” Cynthia shouted, her voice filled with urgency.“I’m not leaving you!” I yelled back, my feet rooted to the spot despite every instinct screaming at me t
Eugene’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Hey! You there! Hold on a second!”I froze mid-step, my heart leaping to my throat. Every muscle in my body tensed as Cynthia’s nails dug into my arm.“Don’t turn around,” she hissed, her voice sharp but barely audible. “Don’t you dare look back, Myla. Just keep walking.”But it was too late. I could feel his presence, his eyes boring into me like a predator eyeing his prey.Eugene’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, a cunning smile spreading across his lips. He moved with such confidence that it irritated my very being. The crowd around me blurred as my focus narrowed to the man who could destroy everything we've worked so hard for.“Ladies,” Eugene’s smooth, mocking voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Why the rush? Got somewhere important to be?”Cynthia spun around slowly, her grip on me firm, she wore a fake smile that would’ve fooled anyone—except Eugene. “Do I know you?” she asked, her tone light and casual, as though we w
The airport was crowded, with people talking and moving in different direction. The noise of announcements, conversations, and footsteps filled the air, creating a lively and hectic atmosphere.But all I could focus on were the cops. They were everywhere. Standing by the entrances, pacing through security, glancing at the faces of every single traveler. My face. My picture was on every wall, every counter. The pressure was overwhelming, as if their eyes were constantly on me, watching my every move, even when I knew they weren’t really looking.I tried to breathe calmly, but my heart was racing. I couldn’t stop blaming Jaxon for it.It’s all his fault. If he hadn’t gone to the cops, begged them to search for me, or worse, offered that ridiculous six-million-dollar reward for anyone who found me, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Now, half the country thought I was some kind of criminal, while the other half was eager to turn me in for a fat payday.“This way,” Cynthia whispered, her voice