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First for Everything: Part 1
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What It Means to be His Walking in Shame
I could only imagine what I looked like. I had no idea how to attempt a walk of shame. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had a few notifications. Some were just random things like social media, emails, and app reminders. I took notice of the texts and calls from Mel as I entered the elevator. She called me twice and texted me a few more times than that. She assured me that she made it to shelter fine. She told me that she and Chris went to his place and drank even more. There were some illegible texts that I could not translate proving just
What It Means to be His First for Everything: Part 2
He was in such a horrid mood that evening. Having to lose a close ally, putting an end to an idiot, and dealing with the riff raff of subordinate groups who could not hold a candle to his organization, he was far from in the mood to be in his club. But when he saw her, that all changed. He leaned over the railing to the executive area of his club and stared down at the crowd enjoying themselves. At first, he was staring blindly at the dance floor. He only needed a moment to clear his head before leaving for the evening. But the sensual movements of maroon caught his eye. And he caught hers a
What It Means to be His Sinful Memories
A Month Later The sound of silence. It is my favorite. And within a dark room? Immaculate. A dark and silent room is my preferred environment. It is all I must picture to reach a certain level of concentration. If I can image an environment like that and block everything else out… I am sure there is nothing I cannot accomplish. My fingers dance across the velvet keys. My heart swelled as I leaned forward, lips kissing the vibrating waves of sound floating ind
What It Means to be His Reaching the Climax
I walked a few blocks, avoiding eye contact with all the other people. It was a particularly chilly evening. The sun was shining its last rays of the day upon the city. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and zipped the zipper all the way up to my chin. I threw my hood over my head and folded my arms, pulling the ends of my sleeves over my fingertips. I was on my way to work as a server at one of the best restaurants in the city. Questione di Gusti, an Italian restaurant that is very high-end and expensive. It was one of those Michelin Star restaurants that many celebrities and rich people frequent. The cost of dinner for one can cover a
What It Means to be His What a Pleasure
Mr. Simmons instructed me on everything that I needed to know and everything that I needed to do. I was to be the only one to travel in and out of the room. Since the owner’s importance, he had a security detail that always stayed by the door. I had to formally introduce myself to the room and alert them that I would be the only one catering to the that evening. The meeting was going to be held for the full duration of my shift. When I went away for a break, Mr. Simmons would take over for me. I had to prepare the room for the party that had yet to show. It did not take much to get the room ready. Now, I was just waiting. I have been waiting fo
What It Means to be His More of You
You must be shitting me right now.I stood beside a man dressed in in a tailored gray Armani suit who wore his black peppered hair combed back. He sat, leaned back in his seat, rubbing his chin as he debated the meal he would be having.With my back stiff as a board, I hovered over him with a pad in hand and a pin waving back and forth impatiently waiting to perform its duty in writing. As the man before me mumbled under his breath I continued sneaking peeks over to D. The entire time his eyes never left me.
What It Means to be His Do Not Disturb
Most of the evening went as such. I knock on the door, it opens. I walk in, the room is silent. Don stares into my very soul, I grow uncomfortable. I deliver food, I leave. Lather, rinse, repeat. That was about it. They did not want me in the room listening to their conversation, but they also did not want me to serve any other party in case I was needed. So, when I was not needed, I did absolutely nothing. Well, not completely. The bar grew busy, so I did assist with that, but that was about all
What It Means to be His Danger
My fingers shakily went to the buttons to the vest of my uniform. My eyes watched his as my fingers continued the routine on my blouse. The heat of his gaze burned down my torso. Once the final button was undone, his hand moved to my shoulder. I trembled as his fingertips brushed over my skin, pushing back the clothing and a few strands of my hair. He peeled the clothing off my body and revealed a gray jersey fabric bra. How was I supposed to know I would be fucking someone on a table in a private room at my job? If I had known, I would wear something less comfortable and sexier, but you do not get heads up for these kinds of things.
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What It Means to be His Temptations and Revelations
The night was alive with the electric energy of the city, a backdrop of bustling streets and vibrant lights that set the stage for the unexpected convergence of four intriguing personalities. Jezebel, Melissa, Dexter, and Axel found themselves drawn together, united by the gravitational pull of curiosity and intrigue, their paths converging as they observed the unfolding scene before them. Jezebel leaned against the wall, her eyes veiled in amusement as she watched her brother, Abaddon, whisk Aurelia away in his arms. The playful glint in her eyes revealed a knowing smile—she was well aware of the dynamics at play between the two. Her gaze shifted to Melissa, the newest addition to the group, a woman of mystery whose aura was a blend of enigma and allure. Melissa's expression was a mix of fascination and assessment, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of the scene before her. She had been brought into this world unexpectedly, and now, her gaze locked onto Axel—his playful demeanor
What It Means to be His Uncharted Devotion
The night unfolded like a dream, full of laughter and whispers of adventure. With Jezebel, Mel, and me, it was like stepping into a world of secrets and possibilities. Up on that rooftop bar, the music wrapped around us, and I danced like there was no tomorrow. We were a trio of unstoppable energy, united against anything that dared to intrude on our fun. But beneath the laughter and the music, something was different. I felt as if someone was there, lingering like shadows, keeping watch from a distance. It felt like they were guarding us, watching over us in their own mysterious way. The night held a sense of intrigue, like we were characters in a story just waiting to be discovered. As the hours passed, the mix of drinks and excitement blurred my senses. The night had an air of adventure, a whisper that urged me to step out of my comfort zone. And then she appeared. The carefree me, a new friend who felt strangely familiar, like a missing puzzle piece falling into place. And then
What It Means to be His Define the Relationship
“Explain,” he hissed. “Now!” “It’s all their fault,” Axel snitched. “Jez and Dex cornered me after our meeting threatening me if I didn’t tell them about Aurelia. Then they forced me on this goose chase to find and follow to see if she were a threat!” Dexter's frustration grew, his features contorting with a mix of irritation and anger. “Ya have got to be kidding me! Ever heard the saying snitches get stitches? How many do ya want?” “Oh, go back to Britian”, Axel snapped. “Ye lickarse! One little look and you fall over ya self?” “I’ll deal with you both later.” Abaddon then turned and began to walk towards the three women before Dexter grabbed his arm. “You’re really going to confront them?” The trio of women, blissfully unaware of the looming confrontation, continued to enjoy their night out. As the hours passed, Aurelia's intoxication became evident, her laughter ringing through the air. Her new friend, a mysterious addition to the group, seemed equally jovial. Axel's gaze r
What It Means to be His Secrets in the Shadows
Under the veil of night, Axel and Dexter moved with a seamless blend of skill and stealth. Shadows clung to their forms as they trailed behind the trio of women, keeping a watchful eye from a safe distance. Their mission, born from the clandestine plans of intercepting Aurelia in efforts to learn more about her, demanded their utmost attention and precision.Dexter's piercing emerald eyes remained locked on the scene ahead, his sharp senses absorbing every detail. Axel, his usual playful demeanor subdued by the gravity of the situation, navigated the surroundings with a quiet intensity. The loud music and murmurs of the city surrounded them, a backdrop to the unfolding intrigue.The two stood in a dark corner of the rooftop bar, watching the women have their fun. Axel held his phone to his chest, waiting for any further communication from Jezebel. So far, there weren’t any tips along the lines of Aurelia being a danger, but they couldn’t be too sure. She could always just be a great a
What It Means to be His New Connections and Revelations
The night had taken an unexpected turn, one that Aurelia and Melissa could not have foreseen as they embarked on their girls' night out. With Jezebel's presence added to the mix, the evening became an intriguing blend of newfound camaraderie and unspoken secrets. As they left the upscale clothing store, the trio walked side by side, the bustling city around them now carrying an air of mystery and anticipation. Jezebel's aura exuded both power and grace, a combination that was difficult to ignore. Aurelia couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity as she stole glances at the enigmatic woman beside her. "So, Jezebel," Melissa began, her tone casual as she attempted to initiate conversation. "What brings you to our city? Are you here for business?" Jezebel's lips curved into a knowing smile, her gaze flickering between Aurelia and Melissa. "You could say that. I'm here to explore new opportunities and perhaps make some new connections." Aurelia exchanged a glance with M
What It Means to be His A Distinctive Introduction
The bustling streets of the city seemed to come alive as Melissa and I strolled along, our laughter blending with the urban symphony of honking horns and distant chatter. The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the buildings, painting a picturesque scene of life in motion. I felt a sense of exhilaration, a break from my routine that promised a night of fun and camaraderie. "So, what's the plan for tonight, Lia?" Melissa asked, her hazel eyes twinkling with anticipation. I grinned, glancing at my friend. "Well, I thought we'd start with dinner at that new Italian restaurant downtown. Then, if you're up for it, instead of Don’s club, we could hit that new rooftop bar and dance the night away." Melissa's excitement was palpable as she clapped her hands together. "Yes, that sounds perfect! A little wine, good food, and dancing – what more could we ask for?" As we turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a storefront window. My long black hair caught the sunlight in its
What It Means to be His The "Bases"
Under the twilight's golden embrace, the city streets bustled with life, each step bringing Aurelia and Melissa closer to their anticipated night of freedom. With an air of excitement, they embraced the rare opportunity to revel in each other's company, dressed in tasteful yet effortlessly stylish ensembles that radiated their personalities.Unbeknownst to them, Axel stood in the shadows, his usual jester demeanor replaced by a focused intensity. His gaze was fixed on the two women across the road, their laughter and shared moment captivating his attention. He twirled a six-inch silver Teishin needle in his left hand, its glint a reflection of his equally sharp mind.Dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and cargo pants, Axel's usual quirkiness seemed temporarily subdued. A more serious expression graced his features, one that rarely became exposed. He leaned against a building; his body language relaxed yet attentive. In his right hand, he held a cell phone, through which his voice carri
What It Means to be His Unveiling Shadows: Secrets of Desire
In the dimly lit chamber of Abaddon's opulent mansion, a clandestine meeting was underway. The trio had gathered to discuss the enigmatic woman who had captured Abaddon's attention. Jezebel leaned against a polished table, her alluring aura mixing with a hint of danger, while Dexter's imposing presence stood nearby, his emerald eyes gleaming with intrigue. Axel lounged with an air of nonchalance, his cynical grin playing across his lips. "Alright, Axel," Jezebel purred, her voice dripping with mischief. "It's time you spilled the beans. We know you have had a little tête-à-tête with our dear Abaddon. So, tell us, what is the deal with this woman who is captured his interest?" Axel chuckled, raising an eyebrow at their eager expressions. "Well, my dear friends, gather 'round, for I have a story to share." Jezebel's gaze held a challenge as she leaned in closer. "Axel, don't play games with us. We know you have talked to Abaddon about this woman. Now, spill the details." Axel's grin
What It Means to be His Shadows and Secrets: Unveiling Hearts
In a room where shadows danced like ghosts, a table dominated the center, and five chairs surrounded the table, but only three figures gathered around it. At the head, Abaddon exuded an aura of cold authority, his dark gaze locked onto the files spread before him. To his left sat the towering figure of Dexter, a man of imposing strength and silent intensity. To his right lounged Axel, his cynical smirk contrasting the gravity of the situation. But this meeting was about to change. The air shifted with the entrance of a new presence. The door creaked open, and Jezebel Marcus glided in, her entrance commanding the room's attention. Her long black hair cascaded like midnight silk down her back, framing a face that held both beauty and danger. Her brown eyes bore into the room with an unwavering intensity, holding a depth that betrayed the secrets she concealed. Her figure was alluringly curvaceous yet emanated strength, a testament to her lethal grace. "Good of you to join us, Jezebel,
