-Hmmm… – Missy looked away to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap, not quite knowing how to explain that without looking like a fool – Well, yes. You know... It was one of my dad's favorite movies. He was the one who started this tradition of taking some family time just to talk, eat popcorn and have fun, at least once a month. After… he was gone… – she swallowed – Megan and I decided that we would never let game nights die. That way... We could keep a part of him alive too. – Missy looked at her cell phone screen with a sad smile – And the Indiana Jones trilogy was one of his favorites. When I watch it, it doesn't just entertain me, you know? It seems... It seems that his memories become more vivid. – she admitted, still focused only on her hands – I know it doesn't make sense, but… Sometimes, as the movie goes by, everything looks so much the same as when I was a child and he hugged us… That I almost feel like he was still on my side. As if my memories of him had come
- Missy. – he interrupted her again, this time framing her face between his hands, to make her face him – Stop worrying about what I'm going to like or not. I wasn't just being nice when I said I wanted this night to be about you and what you like. It is the truth. I want you to introduce me to the things you love. And I want to see you smile while you do that. The intensity in his gaze disconcerted her, and hungrily she searched her memory to some game that could act as an intermediary between something she liked to do and something that maybe Logan already knew... - Do you know how to play poker? she asked suddenly, which seemed to surprise Logan. - Uh... Yes, I know – his eyebrows furrowed – Do you know? I confess that this was not what I expected. He laughed softly. - It's one of the games Megan and I have known since we were babies. – she explained, feeling the excitement of being able to tell him about it wash over her – My grandmother just loved it. We used to play for hours
Dumbfounded, Logan watched her perfect game across the glass table, clearly incredulous. But she allowed him only a few moments of shock, as she soon demanded, barely recognizing her own voice from the amount of firmness and demand there. - Take it off! – he growled, practically climbing on top of the table as she leaned over to get a better look at that tent growing between his legs. - I don't know what's wrong with this deck... - Logan grumbled, as he stood up - Well, at least I had the opportunity to see those sexy breasts. – He winked seductively at her, before finally removing the last piece of clothing, leaving his penis, already completely erect and desirous, naked in front of her – Satisfied, you bossy? He chuckled, teasing her again. But Missy barely had time to register their teasing as she soon found herself crawling quickly across the table, practically launching herself on his luscious cock and thrusting it inside her mouth. - Shit... - Logan moaned, as she began to su
She had returned to work almost normally. Which was a step forward, certainly. At least Megan and her therapist had cheered when she told them that she wanted to come back to her office regularly to continue the software development. Of course, it was still hard to live with Suzan's acidic comments and cruel teasing, as well as Liam's disgusted and irritated look whenever they ended up seeing each other in the distance, but at least now it didn't seem unbearable anymore. The wound in her chest was still there, and sometimes the smallest things would trigger it, opening it up again, but Missy couldn't help but recognize that it was healing, little by little. She had even replaced some decorations and pictures from her favorite books, movies and anime in her room and in the other rooms of her house, the same ones she had removed and hidden shortly after the party. Sometimes a twinge of unease still afflicted her when she looked at them and remembered how many people would laugh at her
-No, no... - Wanting to reassure him, Missy placed her hands on both of his cheeks, caressing that beautiful face as she felt the soft scratch of the stubble that was there - It wasn't that. I just… – she bit her lip, shyly meeting his gaze – I wanted… I really wanted to see you. - Oh, Missy… – he whispered, looking delighted as he squeezed her even tighter in his arms, making her moan as she felt her breasts being pressed against that firm chest – I also spent the whole morning wanting to see you. I confess that I had to control myself not to go to your office and disturb your work. – he admitted with an embarrassed smile, making her gasp. - You would never get in my way. – Missy couldn't stop herself from smiling sweetly, barely able to believe that he was feeling the same way she did that morning – But, I… I'm not disturbing you, am I? – she wanted to make sure, worried. - Of course not. – he laughed, leaning down to give her a slow and sweet kiss that made her panties wet even m
And, before she could even blink, he had already turned her around again, placing her abruptly on all fours on the table, before pulling her against him, pressing her back against his chest and spreading each of his hands inside From her knees to keep her legs wide open for him, before he entered her with a single, steady thrust that had her screaming with pleasure. Feeling her body spasm with the satisfaction of finally having him inside her, Missy could only put both trembling arms behind her, trying to cling to his neck as Logan continued to thrust hard and fast, making sounds so loud it felt like someone was clapping inside the empty office. -Damn, I knew this position was going to open your pussy… – he groaned avidly, but she was so lost in her own delirium that she barely noticed – But I didn't expect it to be so… Good. – something in that word, spoken wildly between teeth, made another wave of pleasure run through her body – Damn, so tight… I don't know why I'm still surprised…
For a second, Missy just looked confused at the various employees, models and influencers who were standing there, looking directly at them, some with amazed expressions, some embarrassed and a few with amused and sly smiles, especially her friends, who were all around her. around Simon's desk, looking at her and Logan approvingly, but also good-naturedly... That's when it hit her. They had screamed and moaned freely, as they always did when they were together at his house or her apartment... The only difference was that they weren't in either of those two places. They were in his office, in a central point of the agency, in the middle of the day. And everyone nearby had probably heard the unmistakable screams, groans and grunts from within the room. And they knew perfectly well what she and Logan had been doing. Blushing so hard she felt her skin burn, Missy gasped in horror as Logan's expression, once soft and affectionate, turned menacing as he glared directly at each of the pe
After so many hours, Missy was finally able to relax. All night, she'd been tense around Logan, wondering when exactly he'd make good on his promise to read one of his erotic books aloud to her—something that, frankly, Missy still hadn't decided whether she'd consider terribly embarrassing or terribly embarrassing. exciting. Those readings were her little "guilty pleasure" and, as much as she really enjoyed them, there were always so many mean and demeaning comments directed at them that she just couldn't muster up enough courage to talk about them with the same familiarity that she did with them. science fiction or fantasy genres, for example. So, as much as she truly found the novel as worthy and fun a genre to follow and comment on as any other, it never seemed wise to air her preference to other people, even those who also enjoyed reading, since it almost certainly did. that she would become a joke. So there was still a part of her that was mortified that Logan had found out abou
Smiling a small contented smile, Hope visibly relaxed for a moment, but then the nervousness seemed to take over her small body again, as Missy led them to the large counter, where the old man greeted them warmly.-We… Hmmm… – Hope stammered nervously, hugging Missy with more and more desperation – We wanted an ice cream… Huh… – Her little daughter was getting more and more insecure, looking at her as if she was begging for help.- I would like a strawberry ice cream, please. – Missy asked softly, as she remembered saying when she was a little girl so terribly shy that she could barely ask anything from people she didn't know – And you, my love? she asked Hope, with a smile full of encouragement, for her to keep talking.- I want chocolate... Please. – Hope whispered, completely blushing, before burying her face in her mother's shoulder quickly.- Well, what a polite little girl... – the gentleman smiled, while picking up some glass bowls – You must be very proud to have such a kind d
Once in her arms, Hope lifted her tear-stained little face to look at her, initially looking surprised to see her mother there, but then her expression distorted into a sad sob and she buried her head against Missy's chest, panting.-Mommy... – her little baby wailed, making Missy's heart sink even more – Mommy... Mommy...- It's okay, my sweetheart. – Missy tried to console her, running her hands through her soft hair, while she continued to say, in a low and gentle voice, almost as if she were singing a lullaby to her, as she did every night – Mommy is here, don't worry. It's going to be okay... - she waited until Hope's cries went from copious to just a few sad sobs, before finally asking - Hope, what happened? – she caressed her cheek until she convinced her to look up – Why are you crying, little angel?Hope's little mouth quivered a few times before she finally sniffled, her little blue eyes filled with such sadness that Missy found herself kissing her little cheek over and over
Stealthily, Missy looked through the window.Inside, in the huge classroom, several children seemed to be copying something into their notebooks while chatting animatedly. And, of course, it wasn't hard for her to find her children, as usual, sitting in the chairs at the corner of the wall, not too close and also not far from the teacher, where she remembered also liking to be, when she was in the 4th grade. year, like them. Jonathan had his back turned in his chair, looking at his brother in the back seat, while Tristan was showing him something that looked very interesting on the portable video game he was holding. With an amused sigh, Missy tried to convince herself that at least they were doing that after they had finished their homework, as the open pages of their notebooks were visibly written all over the desks.In fact, she truly took pride in the fact that they were only ten years old and yet they were centered and obedient enough to keep up well in school, despite all the lo
Now, he was able to do so much more besides being afraid. He was capable of being brave. To face what he feared. Of fighting to live the joys that were to come, even in the midst of tragedies. And now, more than ever, he knew he was able to see his family's legacy for what it really was, not a curse. He would be able to spend the rest of his life talking about him in a hopeful and balanced way to his children, as he had that day, and as his parents and grandfather had done to him in his childhood.Even if there was still the fear of what could happen to their babies in the future.- Are you OK love?Surprised by that whisper, Logan turned to see Missy dressed in a long cotton Hello Kitty nightgown, already without makeup and with her long brown hair loose, approaching him and Hope, who began to babble softly and extend her little arms towards the mother. Smiling, Missy took her little girl and offered her the breast, leaving the baby immediately calmer as she watched Logan's face with
- And... - the desperation in Foster's voice was so deep that Logan almost felt sorry for her... Almost - How much exactly is this debt?- Come with me, Ms. Foster. - Mr. Ramzi sighed – Something tells me that your next fainting spell will not be false, when we finish talking.- H-hey, I'm sure we can work it out, right? - Logan thought she was trying to sound sensual, in the midst of dread - I mean, there are so many other better things in life than money... Why don't we go to a more private place and I...?- Oh, don't worry, Ms. Foster. - again, Mr. Ramzi interrupted her, perfectly calm and measured - The only person who will be where we are going is my wife, one of the main people responsible for the hotel's accounting.Still a little dazed by everything he had just heard, Logan remained staring at Missy's equally shocked face, until the voices of Foster and the hotel manager were lost in the night, leaving them alone again, hidden among the shadows .- Heavens, I had no idea that
- What? - Suzan repeated, seeming to be choking - No, that's impossible! His family has a lot of money! That's how we paid for the trip and the hotel!- Funny... - Stra. Kobayashi gave Suzan one more look from under his lashes - I could have sworn he told us he came to the hotel on account of a donation from one of his investors...- Investors? - Suzan gasped, irritated – But we came here so he could get investors and...! - Realizing that everyone was looking at her with interest, Foster suddenly stopped talking, getting up from the table with a sour expression - If you'll excuse me, I think the drink made me sick. I am a little confuse. I'm going to bed for the rest of the night. - and so, without saying goodbye, Foster stomped out of the hall, probably in search of the groom who apparently no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from, including Suzan herself.- What an interesting situation, isn't it? - was all that Mr. Montenegro commented, with a veiled smile, a second bef
- And, allow me to say, what a beautiful dress, Stra. Knight. - Suzan interrupted him with a mean smile - It looks so modern, with that rounded silhouette and that blunt skirt. Anyone with no aesthetic taste could even say that his seamstress deserved a scolding...- Suzan! - her companion gasped, looking suddenly possessed, before quickly recovering, putting that artificially sympathetic expression back on her face – Forgive me, Stra. Knight. My dear fiancée Suzan comes from a humble background and sometimes fumbles with the meaning of some words, causing some indiscretions. - solemnly ignoring the revolted look that Foster threw at him, the man made that criticism facing Missy directly, with a seductive smile that was making Logan increasingly enraged - Why don't we continue our conversation that afternoon about investments, Stra. Knight? It would be a pleasure to hear the advice of such a refined and thoughtful lady again. If I may say so, even a party as exquisite as this isn't en
- I perceived. - Missy laughed - But I'm relieved that you five are fine. I was worried when I got to the room and found no one. - taking Hope in her arms, she looked at him with curiosity - But, what made you so distracted?- A ghost of Christmas past. - several of them actually, but Logan didn't add that comment as he continued to explain, realizing that Missy had become even more confused – Newton and Foster are here at the hotel, too. – he added cautiously, with a sigh.- Liam and Suzan? - Missy choked, stunned.- Yes, unfortunately. He is one of the employees at the hotel and she is apparently here because she has become the mistress of a rich man. - Logan rolled his eyes full of contempt - A man who, by the way, was in the same meeting as you, apparently. - he shrugged, while Missy blinked a few times, still shocked.- Heavens... I confess that of all the things I thought could happen when we were invited to visit the United Arab Emirates, this was the last of them. - to his tot
He was selfish. It was malicious. It was a plan full of ulterior motives. Damn, it was even a new lie, as he wasn't being completely truthful with Missy that her main motivation was just to help her get revenge. Yet he had impulsively proposed it to her, letting himself think only with his heart for the first time in his life.And, as if his heart thought the situation wasn't already complicated enough, he had given in to the impulse to confess his physical desire for her and kiss her for the first time right there, in the middle of her kitchen, even though he knew perfectly well that that it was far from the right time for them to share that kind of intimacy. Still, none of those conflicting emotions had been able to erase the emotion of that moment, when he finally knew the sweet taste of her lips and the softness of the curves of her delicious body, feeling a powerful wave of emotion and contentment run through him as he realized that she wanted him too. Damn it, with his mind as c