And he wood her shamelessly
“What did you say?” Stephanie asked, looking bewildered for a few seconds.
“I am sorry about the way I treated you, Stephanie. These past few weeks, I took time to think about the situation and I know that even though I cannot remember full details, there’s no way you would have by-passed my security and there is definitely no way you can take advantage of me. I checked your profile and I know you cannot do such a thing.” Leon said he was hoping the lie he came up with was good enough to bring her along with his plan.
He lied, saying that he couldn’t remember everything that happened that night but it was all a lie. He remembered every detail and stared at her right now in a small, short and baggy tee shirt; his body was already hard with want.
What’s it about this curvy, petite woman that makes him go senseless with sexual arousal whenever he lays eyes on her?
It started the first day he laid eyes on her in a meeting he had with their department many months ago. She presented that day and he was so turned on by her throughout the meeting that he kept crossing and uncrossing his legs.
After that meeting, he had kept an eye on her and knew she always stayed back to work late and that was one of the reasons he went to her office the night he was drunk and depressed.
He just wanted her to hold him and he wanted to bury himself so deep inside of her to get back at Adriana and he was not done with this blond haired beauty called Stephanie Chase.
Stephanie rearranged her face to show no emotion and she said nonchalantly, "Okay, Mr. Phoenix, I accept your apology. You can go now.”
When she turned to go, Leon held her hand and said, “Wait, wait, please. That’s not all. Can I come in, please? I want to discuss something with you.”
Stephanie took her hand back, looked at him for a while, then said, “Fine, come in and make it quick.”
Leon followed her inside and decided that he liked the design of her house. Beautiful just like her.
“I got information from your department head that you’ve not shown up to work for weeks now.” He said it softly after she asked him to sit and sat opposite him.
“You said you didn’t want to see me.” She said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
“I am sorry about that. It was rude and uncalled for, after you helped me. Please, I want you to come back to work and to show you how sorry I am, I will increase your pay by thirty percent.”
“Are..are you serious right now, sir?” Stephanie asked, unable to mask her surprise this time.
When he affirmed it, she agreed to go back to work.
When they finished the discussion, Stephanie expected him to stand up and go but instead, when he stood up, he had a glint in his eyes and his arousal was evident through the bulge in his pants, which he didn’t bother to cover.
“There’s one more thing I want from you, Stephanie,” he said, walking slowly towards her with Stephanie walking backwards.
Leon saw in her eyes that she was as turned on as he was and her nipples had become hard through her tee shirt. He took that as a good sign. It would all aid the plan he had for her.
He backed her on the wall and buried his head in her neck, sucked her neck and said, “I want you so much, Stephanie Chase. I can place you in over fifty different positions and pound you for hours but I never get enough of you.”
Although he came to apologize and get his plan in motion, Leon spent the rest of the day having hot sex with Stephanie. They just couldn’t get enough of each other.
****
Stephanie resumed work and gave a fake story about losing someone close to her and the grief made her sick; hence, she was unable to come to work.
The head of her department did not give her any queries or reprimand her and she knew that Leon must have spoken to him and instructed him not to.
Speaking of Leon, Stephanie was happy that he was starting to notice her, as he always came over to her house where they had dinner while watching movies and ended up having sex.
Stephanie smiled as she remembered that she had even had sex with him many times in her office and at his. If she so much as passed in front of him, he got horny.
Stephanie was happy that he was finally forgetting his ex-wife and had turned all his focus on her.
She heard a knock on her office door and her colleague, Erica, whom she hung out with a lot, came in with some files.
“Martin said to remind you to turn in the PBB report and send it to the marketing team after his approval.” She said that and dropped the file on Stephanie's desk.
Stephanie expected her to drop the file and leave but Erica stood with arms crossed, staring at her.
“Is there something else you want, Rica?” Stephanie asked, calling her by her nickname.
“Are you sleeping with the big boss, Mr. Leon Phoenix?” She asked
Shocked, Stephanie stood up and said, “What? Where did you hear that, Erica?”
“There are whispers. People are talking. You both spend long hours in each other’s offices, he told Martin not to give you any queries when you returned and he raised your pay by a whole thirty percent. You earn almost as much as the head of this department, Stephanie. I ask again, Stephanie. Are you sleeping with the big boss?”
Stephanie was about to give Erica a reply when she heard a knock on her door. They both turned to see Leon come in, then Erica turned and gave Stephanie a knowing smile, then she said, “We’ll talk later. Excuse me.”
When Erica left, Stephanie turned to Leon and said, “We have to be careful, Leon. People are starting to talk.”
Leon kissed her hard on the mouth and said, “Let them talk. I don’t care.”
“But..but Leon…” he placed his hand over her mouth to quell her protest and said, “I came here for a different reason.”
“I want us to go out tonight. It’s a surprise. Expect some people to come over and prepare you for this evening, and then my chauffeur will come pick you up. I look forward to tonight,” he said with so much excitement and Stephanie became excited.
“What’s going on, Leon?” Stephanie asked, curious and excited.
“Just do as I say, gorgeous woman. You’ll see.” He said, pecked her lips and left her office excitedly. His plans were going so smoothly, he would use Stephanie to get what he wanted in no time.
****
Stephanie marveled at all the attention she was receiving. Leon’s chauffeur had taken her to Leon’s penthouse in Tribeca.
Leon had gotten a celebrity hair stylist, a manicurist, make-up artist and fashion stylist to give her a full make-over.
After they worked their magic on Stephanie, they took her to the mirror, and she marveled at the woman who stared back at her, wondering if that was really Stephanie Chase. She looked so gorgeous. She quickly texted Leon that she was ready.
Leon’s chauffeur came in and said, “Ma’am, Mr. Leon has requested that I drive you to the restaurant.”
Stephanie was excited and curious, as she did not know what to expect but was curious to find out.
The restaurant was empty when she entered and that meant he had booked the entire restaurant for the night. A waiter came and handed her a beautiful bouquet of flowers. “Mr. Leon got this for you, ma'am.”
Stephanie laughed with excitement and accepted the bouquet as she followed the waiter, who led her to the rooftop where Leon waited and when Stephanie saw him, she stopped in her tracks.
The rooftop was decorated with rose petals and softly coloured candle lights. A table for two was set in a corner and when Stephanie saw the six words and a question decorated for her in a corner, she placed a hand on her mouth and read out softly, “Will you marry me, Stephanie Chase?”
Stephanie heard someone clear his throat behind her, then turned to see Leon. He went down on his knees and said, “I know we met under terrible circumstances but you have become a very important part of my life. Be my forever, Stephanie Chase. Please marry me.”
Happily Never After...“Are you happy, baby?” Leon asked Stephanie, as she cuddled with him, still in her wedding gown.“Yes, you make me the happiest woman alive, Leon. I am so happy to call you my husband.” Stephanie said and kissed him sweetly on the mouth.Leon smiled and read the text from his ex-wife, Adriana, happy that his plan had finally caught her attention.He had pursued Stephanie all along just so he could get the attention of his ex-wife. He figured that if she saw that he was chasing after another woman, then she would come back to him so he used Stephanie as bait.He got married to Stephanie two weeks after he proposed and he had one of the biggest weddings in New York.Stephanie didn't feel bothered about this because she thought Leon wanted to show her off as his new wife and that he had moved on from Adriana but Leon in fact did it to get Adriana’s attention. He thought about it the next day after he had his security guard take Stephanie away from his mansion afte
Stephanie's world came crashing down around her as she stood in the doorway of Leon's office, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Leon, her husband, the man she loved and trusted, was naked and writhing on top of his ex-wife, Adriana. The sound of their moans and heavy breathing filled the air, making Stephanie's stomach turn.She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. How could Leon do this to her? How could he betray her trust like this?Stephanie's mind was reeling as she turned and ran out of the office, not stopping until she was safely inside her car. She locked the doors and sat there, trying to process what she had just seen.But her mind wouldn't cooperate. It kept replaying the scene over and over again, making her feel sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe she had been so blind to Leon's deception. She had thought he loved her, that he was committed to their marriage.But now she realized t
Stephanie's tears had finally dried up, but the emotional pain still lingered. As she sat in her room, trying to gather her thoughts and plan her next move, she couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and hurt.Her room was quiet, the only sound being the hum of the air conditioner. Stephanie stared blankly at the wall, her mind a million miles away. She was lost in thought, trying to make sense of the chaos that had erupted in her life.As she sat there, Stephanie's mind began to wander back to her childhood. She remembered the pain of losing her parents at a young age, the struggle of growing up in foster care, and the determination she had to work hard to get to where she was today.Stephanie thought about all the sacrifices she had made, all the late nights and early mornings, all the struggles and hardships she had faced. And for what? So that some man could come along and cheat on her?The thought sent a wave of anger and sadness through Stephanie. She felt like she was reliv
Stephanie stood in the doorway of Leon's office, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Leon was sitting behind his desk, a smirk on his face, while his ex-wife Adriana was standing next to him, a triumphant look on her face.Stephanie's anger and hurt were palpable as she confronted Leon about his infidelity. "How could you, Leon?" she demanded, her voice shaking with rage. "How could you cheat on me like this?"Leon shrugged, his smirk never wavering. "You're overreacting, Stephanie," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It was just a little mistake. It didn't mean anything."Stephanie's eyes widened in outrage. "A little mistake?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You call cheating on me with your ex-wife a little mistake?"Leon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Look, Stephanie, I know you're upset, but you need to calm down and think about this rationally. I'm not going to apologize for something that didn't mean anything."Stephanie felt like
The Phoenix mansion loomed ahead, its wrought-iron gates snarling like the jaws of a beast as the car rolled up the winding driveway. Stephanie clutched the silk folds of her dress, the fabric suddenly heavy against her skin. Three days into her marriage, and the estate’s grandeur already felt like a gilded trap—every chandelier too bright, every polished surface too cold. Leon’s hand rested on her knee, his touch absentminded, as if she were an afterthought. “Remember,” he said, not looking at her, “smile when they speak to you. Say nothing unless asked.” Stephanie bit her tongue. Like a doll on display*, she thought. --- The dining hall was a cathedral of cruelty. Crystal glasses clinked under the glare of a dozen icy stares as Leon’s family settled around the table. Genevieve Phoenix, Leon’s mother, presided at the head, her silver-blonde hair coiled into a flawless chignon. Her eyes raked over Stephanie like she was inspecting spoiled meat. “So,” Genevieve drawled, swirl
The Phoenix mansion felt colder than ever. Stephanie stood in what was supposed to be her private office—a sunlit room Leon had promised she could redesign. But the staff had spent the morning dismantling her efforts, their loyalty to Genevieve etched into every dismissive glance. “The curtains are vintage Italian silk, madam,” the head housekeeper sniffed, yanking down Stephanie’s choice of cream linen. “We can’t have them replaced with… *bargain bin rags*.” Stephanie’s nails dug into her palms. “I’m your employer’s wife —” “And I’ve served this family for twenty years.” The woman smirked. “Tempers fade. Blood doesn’t.” Left alone in the striped room, Stephanie slumped into the leather chair Leon rarely used. Her reflection in the gilded mirror mocked her—a doll in a dollhouse, powerless to change even the wallpaper. A knock shattered the silence. “Mrs. Phoenix?” A maid hovered in the doorway, avoiding her gaze. “There’s a… *guest*.” Adriana stood in the foyer, draped i
Stephanie stared at the pregnancy test balanced on the edge of the marble sink, its twin pink lines glowing like a verdict. The bathroom’s gold fixtures blurred as tears pooled in her eyes. *Four weeks*. Four weeks since Leon had cornered her in his study, his breath was hot with scotch and regret. Four weeks since he’d pinned her to the desk, his hands possessive, his apologies lost in the heat of their collision. She pressed a trembling hand to her stomach. *His heir*. The word curdled in her mind. Genevieve’s threats slithered back—*we’ll handle it quietly*—but beneath the fear, a fragile hope flickered. *What if this changes everything?* --- The dining hall felt colder than usual. Stephanie had spent hours draping the table in Leon’s favorite crimson silk, lighting vanilla candles he’d once joked reminded him of her skin. The filet mignon sat congealing on fine china, the clock ticking past 9 p.m. Her phone buzzed. **Leon:** *Emergency meeting. Don’t wait up.* Stephani
The anonymous text burned into Stephanie’s retina like a branding iron. **Unknown:** *He’s at her penthouse. 8th Ave, Suite 3400. You deserve the truth.* Attached was a photo of Leon’s black Bentley idling outside Adriana’s luxury high-rise, timestamped *9:03 p.m.* Stephanie’s hands shook as she stared at the screen, the walls of the empty mansion closing in around her. Leon had left hours ago, muttering about a "shareholder emergency." Now moonlight spilled through the windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floors. *Check. Or walk away.* She grabbed her keys. --- Adriana’s penthouse loomed over the city, its glass facade reflecting the skyline like a jagged smile. Stephanie rode the elevator in a trance, her reflection warped in the polished steel—pale, hollow-eyed, foolish. The doors slid open to a private foyer, the sound of laughter seeping through the cracked door of Suite 3400. *Moans*. Stephanie froze. A woman’s breathy gasp, a man’s low groan
The cellar air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. Stephanie’s back pressed against the damp stone wall, her eyes darting between Leon’s trembling gun and Adriana’s cruel smirk. The PI’s voice still hissed through Leon’s phone, tinny and urgent: *“Sir, the medical records—she’s pregnant. The child is definitely yours.”* For a heartbeat, the world froze. Leon’s grip on his weapon faltered, his gaze snapping to Stephanie’s abdomen. Adriana seized the moment. “You *idiot*,” she spat, swinging her own gun toward Leon. “You let her trap you with a *bastard*—” Stephanie moved. She lunged for the cellar stairs, her body a blur of desperation. A gunshot roared, the bullet ricocheting off the iron railing as she scrambled upward. Behind her, Leon and Adriana’s shouts tangled into a cacophony of betrayal. *Run. Don’t look back.* ---The vineyard’s skeletal vines whipped past as Jake’s truck careened down the dirt road, headlights off. Stephanie clutched the door h
The cellar air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. Stephanie’s back pressed against the damp stone wall, her eyes darting between Leon’s trembling gun and Adriana’s cruel smirk. The PI’s voice still hissed through Leon’s phone, tinny and urgent: *“Sir, the medical records—she’s pregnant. The child is definitely yours.”* For a heartbeat, the world froze. Leon’s grip on his weapon faltered, his gaze snapping to Stephanie’s abdomen. Adriana seized the moment. “You *idiot*,” she spat, swinging her own gun toward Leon. “You let her trap you with a *bastard*—” Stephanie moved. She lunged for the cellar stairs, her body a blur of desperation. A gunshot roared, the bullet ricocheting off the iron railing as she scrambled upward. Behind her, Leon and Adriana’s shouts tangled into a cacophony of betrayal. *Run. Don’t look back.* ---The vineyard’s skeletal vines whipped past as Jake’s truck careened down the dirt road, headlights off. Stephanie clutched the door h
The cellar air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. Stephanie’s back pressed against the damp stone wall, her eyes darting between Leon’s trembling gun and Adriana’s cruel smirk. The PI’s voice still hissed through Leon’s phone, tinny and urgent: *“Sir, the medical records—she’s pregnant. The child is definitely yours.”* For a heartbeat, the world froze. Leon’s grip on his weapon faltered, his gaze snapping to Stephanie’s abdomen. Adriana seized the moment. “You *idiot*,” she spat, swinging her own gun toward Leon. “You let her trap you with a *bastard*—” Stephanie moved. She lunged for the cellar stairs, her body a blur of desperation. A gunshot roared, the bullet ricocheting off the iron railing as she scrambled upward. Behind her, Leon and Adriana’s shouts tangled into a cacophony of betrayal. *Run. Don’t look back.* ---The vineyard’s skeletal vines whipped past as Jake’s truck careened down the dirt road, headlights off. Stephanie clutched the door h
The cellar air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. Stephanie’s back pressed against the damp stone wall, her eyes darting between Leon’s trembling gun and Adriana’s cruel smirk. The PI’s voice still hissed through Leon’s phone, tinny and urgent: *“Sir, the medical records—she’s pregnant. The child is definitely yours.”* For a heartbeat, the world froze. Leon’s grip on his weapon faltered, his gaze snapping to Stephanie’s abdomen. Adriana seized the moment. “You *idiot*,” she spat, swinging her own gun toward Leon. “You let her trap you with a *bastard*—” Stephanie moved. She lunged for the cellar stairs, her body a blur of desperation. A gunshot roared, the bullet ricocheting off the iron railing as she scrambled upward. Behind her, Leon and Adriana’s shouts tangled into a cacophony of betrayal. *Run. Don’t look back.* ---The vineyard’s skeletal vines whipped past as Jake’s truck careened down the dirt road, headlights off. Stephanie clutched the door h
The cellar air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. Stephanie’s back pressed against the damp stone wall, her eyes darting between Leon’s trembling gun and Adriana’s cruel smirk. The PI’s voice still hissed through Leon’s phone, tinny and urgent: *“Sir, the medical records—she’s pregnant. The child is definitely yours.”* For a heartbeat, the world froze. Leon’s grip on his weapon faltered, his gaze snapping to Stephanie’s abdomen. Adriana seized the moment. “You *idiot*,” she spat, swinging her own gun toward Leon. “You let her trap you with a *bastard*—” Stephanie moved. She lunged for the cellar stairs, her body a blur of desperation. A gunshot roared, the bullet ricocheting off the iron railing as she scrambled upward. Behind her, Leon and Adriana’s shouts tangled into a cacophony of betrayal. *Run. Don’t look back.* ---The vineyard’s skeletal vines whipped past as Jake’s truck careened down the dirt road, headlights off. Stephanie clutched the door h
The digital clock on Stephanie’s nightstand blinked *3:47 AM* in blood-red numerals. She lay perfectly still, her hand resting on the swell of her abdomen, counting the baby’s kicks like seconds ticking down on a bomb. *Two days.* Jake’s last message burned in her mind: *“Safe house secured. Be ready to move.”* But the Vanclair estate had become a fortress—cameras in every corner, guards patrolling the gardens, and Leon’s suspicion sharpening into something violent. She slid out of bed, her bare feet silent on the cold marble. In the ensuite bathroom, she locked the door and crouched beside the vanity, her trembling fingers prying up a loose floor tile. Beneath it lay her lifeline: a burner phone, a stack of forged medical documents, and a lockpick hidden inside a tampon applicator. Jake’s voice echoed in her memory from their last coded call: *“Fake the appointment. They’ll expect a trap—so give them a better one.”* ---**9:15 AM** “I need to see Dr. Voss *now*,” Stephanie gasp
The Vanclair mansion’s library was a mausoleum of leather-bound books and unspoken secrets. Stephanie sat stiffly in a wingback chair, her fingers tracing the gilded edge of a family photo album Leon had forced her to display for that afternoon’s “casual” interview with a society magazine. The interviewer had left an hour ago, charmed by Leon’s rehearsed anecdotes about “marital bliss,” but the cloying scent of his cologne still clung to the air. “Smile wider,” he’d whispered through gritted teeth when the photographer raised his lens. *“Or I’ll cancel your obstetric appointment next week.”She’d obeyed, her cheeks aching. Now, alone, she reached for the locket at her throat—a cheap silver heart she’d owned since childhood, the only thing the Vanclairs hadn’t confiscated. Inside, she’d hidden a slip of paper with Jake’s latest instructions: Meet me at the boathouse. Midnight.The locket snapped shut as the library door creaked open. “Still here?” Leon lingered in the doorway, hi
The mansion’s grand clock chimed midnight, its hollow echoes reverberating through the marble halls. Stephanie sat at the edge of her gilded bed, her fingers trembling as they traced the embossed patterns of the marriage contract she’d signed months ago—a document she’d naively believed was a formality. Moonlight sliced through the velvet curtains, casting jagged shadows over the words she now scrutinized, though their true meaning had always been just beyond her grasp. A sharp rap at the door shattered the silence. Before she could rise, it swung open, revealing Leon’s mother, Marguerite Vanclair, her silhouette framed like a blade in the doorway. Her ice-blonde hair was coiled into a flawless chignon, her charcoal suit tailored to intimidate. The air thickened with the cloying scent of jasmine perfume. “You,” Marguerite spat, striding forward, her stiletto heels striking the floor like gunshots. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out about your little *performance* at the gala?”
The anonymous text burned into Stephanie’s retina like a branding iron. **Unknown:** *He’s at her penthouse. 8th Ave, Suite 3400. You deserve the truth.* Attached was a photo of Leon’s black Bentley idling outside Adriana’s luxury high-rise, timestamped *9:03 p.m.* Stephanie’s hands shook as she stared at the screen, the walls of the empty mansion closing in around her. Leon had left hours ago, muttering about a "shareholder emergency." Now moonlight spilled through the windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floors. *Check. Or walk away.* She grabbed her keys. --- Adriana’s penthouse loomed over the city, its glass facade reflecting the skyline like a jagged smile. Stephanie rode the elevator in a trance, her reflection warped in the polished steel—pale, hollow-eyed, foolish. The doors slid open to a private foyer, the sound of laughter seeping through the cracked door of Suite 3400. *Moans*. Stephanie froze. A woman’s breathy gasp, a man’s low groan