The Broken Aftermath
“Leon, Mr. Phoenix. Surely, you can’t tell me you don’t remember last, all that happened between us.” Stephanie tried to reason.
“All that happened between us? I was drunk, and you deceived me. You brought me home in the disguise of taking care of me and then you seduced me, because, Explain how the hell we are both naked, how?” Leon said and Stephanie stared at him with disbelief.
She couldn’t believe he was claiming not to remember all that happened last night and was trying to pin it all on seduction.
She opened her mouth and tried to explain again but was cut short by an angry Leon, who said, “You have five minutes to get dressed or my security men will come in and take you out of here still naked.”
Stephanie felt like someone poured cold water on her body and she shivered more from embarrassment than fear. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
She wrapped the sheets around her naked and looked for her clothes while trying hard not to cry. She would never let him see her cry.
“You came to my office drunk last night, crying about your ex-wife Adriana, who cheated on you and left you. I knew you had to leave the office as it would not be a good look to be seen in the office in that state so I helped you come home. You! You came on to me and I couldn’t resist, I gave in and we had sex five freaking times last night, with you initiating it every single time and yet here you are saying I seduced you. How cruel.” Stephanie explained bitterly while putting her clothes on.
Leon put on his trousers and turned to look out of his floor to ceiling window. He closed his eyes while Adriana talked and felt guilty about what he had gotten the poor girl into.
Of course he remembered the previous night and his cock was still hard thinking about how he pounded her in different positions the previous night.
She was a thorough tiger in bed, even for a virgin, as she almost did him in but he had to clean up his mess somehow and claiming that she seduced him was his only way of doing that. He felt sorry for her but he had a reputation to save.
Leon turned when he heard his security men come in and said, "James, drag this intruder out of my room and my estate. I have no idea how she got here but I never want to see her again.”
Leon washed as his guards walked over to a fully dressed Stephanie but she held her hands up, quietly telling them not to touch her. She straightened her shoulders and walked out herself, with his security rushing to show her which way to go.
Leon felt a little bit guilty but he couldn’t help staring at her ass as she walked out, thinking that he would love to grab her ass again but he had to do what needed to be done to save his reputation.
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Stephanie curled up on her couch, eating chocolate cake while watching a horror movie on TV. She had cried her eyes out in the past two weeks and she needed a distraction from the horror movie and it was doing that at the moment.
Her MacBook showed a notification and she checked to see that it was another email from her boss asking if she was okay. Two of her work colleagues had shown up at her door but she refused to answer them. They rang the bell for a while and left, leaving a sticky note on her door.
Stephanie knew she was a mess. She couldn’t believe that the man she had been in love with for years, unknowingly to him, had finally noticed her back but he did so, drunk, used her to satisfy his sexual urge and get over his grief, then discarded her like a used toy.
She hadn’t gone to work because she felt so humiliated and wasn’t sure she was strong enough to face Leon Phoenix if she saw him. He also said he never wanted to set eyes on her again and Stephanie knew that he was a cold and powerful man. She didn’t want trouble.
She scooped a large portion of her ice cream cake and was about to eat it when she heard a loud banging on her door.
Stephanie was about to ignore whoever it was but the voice she heard next stopped her mid-action.
“Stephanie Chase, it’s Leon Phoenix. I know you are in there, please come out. I'd like to talk to you.”
She walked quietly to the door and checked the peephole, then withdrew sharply. Leon stood at her door in all his mortal glory.
She closed her eyes and thought to herself, ‘what does he want now? How did I get myself into all of this mess? Why did I follow this crazy man to his house?’
“I know you are in there and I am not moving an inch from my car until you open up, and I know you can’t stay in there forever. Please, I just want to talk.”
Stephanie left him at the door and went back to her sofa to continue with her horror movie but she couldn’t concentrate as he kept pressing her bell.
Out of frustration, she took the cake to the kitchen, went to the bathroom, washed her face, arranged her hair and marched angrily to the door, pulled it open and said, “what?! Just what the hell do you want, Leon Phoenix? Are you not done embarrassing me? I have neighbors.”
“Hello to you too, Stephanie Chase,” Leon said softly. “I just came to say that I am sorry and I have a proposition for you. Please hear me out.”
Stephanie opened her mouth and closed it many times. She was expecting so many things when she opened the door but definitely not an apology. And a proposition? What does he want now?
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 mon
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 conversation drifted into a gentle silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Outside the café window, the afternoon sun began to wane, casting long shadows on the busy street. The soft murmur of other patrons became a distant lullaby for the two friends.Stephanie leaned back, her heart both heavy and hopeful. "I keep wondering what it would be like if things were different," she murmured. "If he were not so guarded, if his eyes could reveal more than just a hint of sadness. I imagine a world where we could talk without reservations, where our hearts would not be hidden behind walls of duty and regret."Clara listened intently, her gaze fixed on Stephanie’s face. "I know it is hard to accept that some things may never change," she said gently. "But sometimes, the very thing that makes someone seem unreachable is also what makes them human. It is their pain, their past, that shapes them. You may not be able to fix him, but you can offer him kindness from afar. Just be sure not to l
Stephanie sat in a quiet corner of the small café near the office. The room was warm with soft light and gentle chatter. The aroma of fresh coffee and baked pastries filled the air. Across from her sat Clara, a trusted colleague and friend whose eyes always held understanding.Stephanie cradled her cup with trembling fingers. She stared at the swirling cream in her latte as if it held all her secrets. For a long moment, she said nothing. The quiet between them was comfortable and safe, yet her heart pounded with the need to speak.Clara broke the silence. "Steph, you've been distracted lately. Is everything all right?" she asked softly.Stephanie hesitated. Her voice came out low and hesitant. "I need to tell you something important," she said. She took a deep breath and looked up into Clara's kind eyes."It’s about work. It’s about him," she added, the word catching in her throat.Clara leaned forward slightly. "Who do you mean?" she asked, her tone gentle and curious.Stephanie’s ga
A few moments of silence passed. Then, a soft beep indicated another message from Clara: Remember, you are not alone, even if it feels that way sometimes. The message warmed her heart. She looked up from her phone and out the window again. The city was a quiet constellation of lights, each one a story, each one a secret.Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment, letting the calm of the night wash over her. "I hope one day you can share your burdens," she said aloud, her voice trembling slightly. "You deserve to be heard." The words were filled with a wish for him to open up, to let someone see the man behind the strength.The clock moved slowly. Minutes melted into the stillness of the night. Stephanie returned to her work, but her focus was split. Every time she heard a soft sound or saw a shadow move, her heart leapt with the possibility that Leon might be stepping out of his solitude. But the corridors remained silent, and his door stayed closed.At one point, the silence became too
The office was almost empty. Most of the staff had already left. Stephanie remained at her desk, the soft glow of her computer screen lighting her tired eyes. She had a project to finish. The quiet of the after-hours building felt both soothing and heavy."I need to get this done," she murmured to herself. Her fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. The silence made every sound seem louder. The hum of the air conditioner and the clack of keys were the only companions in the empty corridor.As she worked, her mind drifted. Thoughts of Leon found their way into her head. She remembered his steady gaze during the day and the small smile that had warmed her heart. Now, in the stillness of the night, she wondered about the man behind that guarded expression.Her eyes left her screen. She leaned back and sighed. "I wonder if he ever feels the weight of his own loneliness," she said softly. There was no one to answer but the empty room. Her voice echoed in the quiet corridor.Stephanie save
In that quiet moment, the office seemed to shrink away from her. All that mattered was the memory of that call and the realization that even the strongest person could have cracks in his armor. It was a truth that made her feel both sad and strangely hopeful. Sad because it meant that the man she admired was in pain, and hopeful because it meant that beneath the layers of authority and pride, there might be room for healing. And perhaps, one day, there might be room for someone to share that healing.When she returned to her desk, Stephanie’s hands trembled slightly as she organized her notes. The soft clack of the keyboard seemed to echo the rhythm of her heart. She tried to focus on the work that lay ahead, but her mind kept drifting back to Leon. There was a strange pull in her heart now, a desire to know more about the person behind the mask. She wondered about the life he had once shared with Adriana and the events that had driven a wedge between them. Her curiosity was interwove
The morning was quiet at Phenoix Enterprises. The office held a calm that belied the storm beneath the surface. Stephanie took her seat in the large conference room with the rest of her colleagues. Today, a routine meeting was scheduled. The topic was the quarterly report and updates from various departments. Yet, as the meeting began, something felt different.Leon sat at the head of the table. He looked as composed as ever at first glance. His posture was straight, his hands folded on the table. But as the discussion went on, a noticeable tension began to cloud his features. His eyes were fixed on the projector, his face set in a mask of professionalism. Still, Stephanie sensed a deep unrest beneath that calm exterior.Midway through the meeting, a soft vibration interrupted the silence. Leon’s phone began to ring. He hesitated for a moment before answering. As he lifted the phone to his ear, Stephanie saw his jaw tighten. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his shoulders stiffened. The
Stephanie’s heart raced at the memory. She knew that a smile like that was rare from him. The moment felt precious, as if it were a small break in the armor of his aloof demeanor. She wondered what thoughts lay behind those eyes, what memories or emotions could spark such a brief but significant change. For her, that fleeting smile was a conversation without words, a moment of vulnerability that spoke volumes in silence.The day wore on, and the sun began to lower in the sky, casting long shadows in the office corridors. Stephanie gathered her notes and tidied her desk, her thoughts still filled with the subtle signals from earlier. Even as she packed her belongings, her mind replayed the events of the day. The soft voices, the quick glances, and most of all, the delicate smile that had sparked a connection between two souls separated by duty and circumstance.Before leaving, Stephanie took one final look around the busy office. She glanced toward Leon’s office one more time. Through
The morning light crept into the office as Stephanie settled at her desk. The familiar buzz of printers and hushed voices filled the air. She opened her laptop and began to review her emails. Yet, even as she focused on her work, her eyes kept drifting toward the far corner of the room.There, behind a frosted glass door, Leon worked in his private office. His presence was constant even from a distance. His posture was upright and commanding, and every movement exuded a sense of authority. Even when he was lost in thought, Stephanie felt the weight of his presence as if it reached out to her from across the room.Stephanie greeted a few colleagues with gentle smiles as she made small talk near the coffee machine. Her voice was soft and friendly. She asked simple questions about the weekend and listened to lighthearted responses. Even in these moments, her mind wandered. She found herself sneaking glances over her shoulder, catching sight of Leon as he passed by. In the midst of busy c
Stepping outside, the cool evening air greeted her as she made her way home. The city was alive with soft lights and distant sounds that seemed to echo the gentle beating of her heart. Every step on the pavement felt heavy with the memories of the day. She replayed the sight of Leon in her mind, cherishing the brief moment of recognition that had passed between them.At home in her small apartment, Stephanie sat by the window and allowed the events of the day to settle in her heart. The soft glow of the streetlights mixed with the quiet hum of the city outside. She opened her journal and began to write. Each word was written with a tender honesty. She described the gentle strength of Leon, the purposeful way he moved through life, and the hint of sadness that clung to him like a shadow. Her writing was simple, yet each sentence carried the weight of her hidden emotions.She wrote about the cool touch of the marble floor, the soft murmur of conversations in the office, and the fleeting