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HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN
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Veil gasped as the liquid hit her chest, dripping down to the dress she had sworn to protect. That was the only thing she could think about – the ruin of the most beautiful dress she had ever owned. Her mouth hung open in shock as Anders moved swiftly, getting her to stand behind him. “Fuck! Sophia!” Anders had never hit a girl in his entire life, yet, for the first time, Sophia had made him think about doing just that. He folded his hands into fists by his side and looked away sharply. That one-second break was very vital in keeping him away from doing something that was bound to backfire. Anders didn’t know about regrets. He doubted if he would regret this. “What the fuck are you trying to do?” he yelled at the top of his voice. A small crowd had gathered regardless, so he might as well let it play out here. If Sophia didn’t care about her status here as he had believed, there wasn’t any need to hold back anymore. “I’m treating the wench how she ought to be treated,” Sophia y
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Anders got Veil home in one piece, even though his mind was screaming different ways he could have made the night end better for Veil. He was doing the same thing he did with Camila. He blamed himself for how the night had gone. If he had been faster, he would have gotten Veil out of the way before that drink landed on her. Or maybe he shouldn’t even have taken her along with him in the first place. “I’m fine, Anders,” Veil muttered, as the driver took the turn that led to Ander’s house. “You don’t have to look so worried.” Anders wished it was that easy. He didn’t even want to be in that situation. He didn’t know what to call it. Obsession, maybe? They had known from the get-go that tonight wasn’t going to be all flowers and champagnes. He knew that and ensured to communicate it to Veil before they signed that contract. Yet, he couldn’t stop the terrible feeling in his stomach that blamed him for putting her in harm’s way today, from Orleans putting his disgusting hands on her,
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Veil’s head whipped up sharply, thrown into a sea of surprise. The first time Anders asked if she had a boyfriend, Veil hadn’t drawn the connection. All she assumed was that her boss was some playboy who flirted with anyone around him. She didn’t know how to feel about the thought that it all started that day at the club – the same day she got her invite for the interview at Kingston Groups. “You look flustered,” Anders muttered, eyeing her. “You didn’t think about it that way, did you?” “I didn’t…” She swallowed. “I thought you hated me. You acted like you did. You were unbearable, gave me impossible tasks, and threatened to pull me off the job like I even wanted to be your secretary in the first place.” “Veil,” Anders scoffed. “I was attracted to you. Every part of you called out to me like a drug, and I just wanted to see the stuff you were made of, taste the stuff you were made of.” “And now?” Veil feared that it was all over. He already had access to her body since that wa
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The stairway was dimly lit, enveloping Veil in a dark glow as she walked down. Her initial plans were to go into the kitchen to take some warm milk before trying to fall asleep again. Her mother had used that when she found it difficult to fall asleep donkey years ago, and Veil was hoping that it would work again. But when she reached the floor directly under hers, her feet refused to take the next flight of steps. Instead, they ushered her down the hallway, with her breath hitched in her throat and her pulse racing. She stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath. With her hand poised above the door, Veil readied herself to knock when suddenly, the door gave way and pulled open before her. Her mouth hung slightly open as she stared at a shirtless Anders standing in front of her while her hands were still hanging in the air. “Hi,” she breathed nervously, letting her hands drop to her sides. She took in deep bouts of air, but it did nothing to ca
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Anders touched her like it was the very first time, faces drawn close together like they were each other’s oxygen, silent whispers being drawn, eyes rolling in pleasure, silent sighs enveloping the dimly lit room.A hand wrapped around Veil’s waist, he drew her impossibly closer to him, tasting the skin on her nape. Veil sighed in his arms, trying to blur the difference between her dreams and this reality. She should have thought harder about it and paid more attention to the fact that Anders would never want her the way she wanted him to. But her feelings for him were too strong, and they clouded her mind, roped her in, and finally acted like the strong walls had been torn down.But the minute they would get up the next morning, it would be there, maybe stronger than ever, daring Veil to scale without risking grazing her knee.Veil stroked his throat as he leaned down to kiss her, her fingers bearing all the intensity and passion entrapped inside her. He trembled underneath her touch
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They went at it like young lovers through the night, reaching for each other underneath the sheets round the clock, the whispers of their sighs creating the right atmosphere. They showered together at 4 am but ended up with Veil being pressed up against the walls of the bathroom, her legs wrapped around his waist.He turned her around so that her back was pressed against him, and lifted both her hands above her head, holding them together in one hand. The shower ran over them, further helping penetration as Anders slid into her easily, her moans drowned out by the sound of the water and the strength of the tiles.They moved back to the room after a couple of minutes, ditching the towel. Their damp skin clung to each other, and Anders caressed her legs with his. He let her ride him too, taking him on a journey and back. He flipped her around and pulled her into a sitting position, with her palms helping her up. He thrummed into her until she pulled at his hair. The sheets were all enta
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Veil woke up to the smell of fresh toast, just as the rays of the sun caressed her face and the tune of the singing birds refreshed her. She smiled before pulling her eyes open, contentment and tranquility washing through her. She took a moment to soak it all in, relishing in the present, refusing to think of anything else.This was the life she dreamed for herself - A nice young man cooking her breakfast while she stretched under the sheets. She imagined a white picket fence outside and cute little children filling the air with their laughter. June said it was a fairytale, but Veil desperately clung on to it, because that was the home she had grown up in. Although they didn’t have much, happiness was never a scarce feeling there, and love blossomed amongst them.Veil heard a rustle somewhere down the hall, and in that minute, something fell to the floor in a clang. She chuckled to herself and got out of bed, locating the discarded t-shirt she had on last night, and ditching her panti
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Anders’ eyes fell wide open and his face whipped back to Veil. His mother must have seen the recent development on social media, but he had never factored in the possibility of her meeting Veil.And even if he had, this wasn’t the exact way he would have envisioned it; not with her half naked, with her face flushed from what he had been doing in between her legs. He tried to think fast, but his mother must have picked up the smell of the toast because he could hear her get closer.Veil said nothing, but her eyes showed how confused she was. She looked from the door to his face, then helped him by getting off the island a second before his mother walked in through the door.She halted abruptly as her eyes took in the scene, a little glint playing in her gray eyes. “I’m sorry for interrupting breakfast,” she gushed, even though Anders knew what she felt was far from remorse. Interest was a much better description. “I should have called beforehand, but I have never met any woman in his h
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