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Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE
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
Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO
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
Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE
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
Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR
It was Lucas’ third exhibition since he opened the studio and Anders insisted that Veil had to come along with him. Although, he expressly mentioned that it was a part of the contract – to be seen together in public as an item – it was just Anders trying to expedite the whole thing so this could come to an end.Their arrangement was getting too intense for the both of them. He could at least admit that to himself.Veil had returned to the apartment she shared with June first, as Anders left first to drop his mom back at their house, promising to come get her the minute he was done there. He knew it was going to take a bit of time because his father wouldn’t let him go without almost shouting the roof off about how risky what Anders had done the last time was.But he was equally as stubborn as his father. None of them would step down for the other.Anders’ driver dropped Veil in a Range Rover in front of the apartment, and she thanked him before getting out of the car and approaching t
Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE
Veil could count the number of times she had gotten angry in her entire life. She had been displeased about people and their actions a lot of times, but getting to the stage of cold fury was another thing entirely. The first time she had felt that way was when she had gotten news about her father’s illness and the high chance that he wasn’t going to make it.She couldn’t tell who her anger was directed at, but Veil knew that she felt it dripping from her bones. She had felt the dire need to yell at every single person she walked past on the road, to stare at the skies and scream until whoever was there answered her. She had wanted to give up a million times, to just let it all go. Those days were one of the darkest ever.And that feeling was there again, coursing through her veins.Veil’s eyes circled on the one person she never wanted to see again in her entire life, and immediately, everything turned red. He had stepped away from the door, an action brought about by June’s menacing
Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX
Veil left June in the living room with Anders while she stalked into her room. Autumn hadn’t been joking when she promised the room would be met in the exact condition they’d met it before the setup. Every single inch of the wooden floorboards had been cleaned, and the air smelt of freshly laundered wood.Shrugging out of Anders’ t-shirt and shorts, which she had borrowed from his closet on her way out, she stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to soak her skin. The curls on her hair fell limply around her shoulders and down her back, and Veil pouted in displeasure.She had forgotten to cover her hair with a cap, and now she had to bear the repercussions.Fifteen minutes later, Veil decided she had had enough time for a bath and some reflection under the water. Grabbing her towel off the hook, she sauntered back into the room as she wrapped the towel around her frame.A part of her thought she would meet Anders in the room, sitting on her bed with that immaculate and cock
Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN
The second floor was already bubbling with guests when Veil and Anders stepped in, hand in hand. Although he was there with her physically, Veil couldn’t feel him anywhere near her. He was far away, lodged in a deep place in his mind where it was hard to get him out.She had tried on their way there. She talked about her parents and how she missed them terribly, tried to bring Sophia into the single conversation she was having with her, and tried to turn it into a joke, but Anders wasn’t even hearing a word of what she was saying.Veil had given up halfway through the ride, staying in her thoughts until they took the lift to the second floor. The minute they arrived, Veil found herself whisked away by Amanda, who wanted her to meet the members of her band. They’d all been asking about her since the scene with Sophia and Amanda had made them come over to the exhibition.It was like killing two birds with a stone.Veil smiled politely at Amanda’s friends, thinking she would have to put
Under The CEO's Spell HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT
Anders retrieved a glass of sparkling wine from the tray the servers passed around and approached the huge painting at one end of the room. It was the image of death—or at least, that was what Anders interpreted it to be. Lucas was famous for his abstract paintings, relaying the darkest of his thoughts in the way he best knew how to. However, interpretations and perceptions varied. While some people saw light, others saw the darkness he portrayed, but in different degrees. The background of the painting was black, with lightning somewhere near the earth. There were almost translucent apparitions cutting away from the painting, with one visible pair of brown eyes looking back at the earth, with sadness imprinted in that gaze. It was a tad intriguing because both the earth and the top of the painting signified demise to Anders, yet it felt like his eyes preferred the earth. He thought the top of the board offered much more—the possibility of still being present in some way. Call it s
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