All Chapters of Tempted by Pleasure, Freed By His Forbidden Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AylaI walked out of Kaleb's office with my head held high, fighting a smile off my face. His words had hurt me that morning, so it felt quite good to use them against him. Apart from that, though, I couldn't deny that I just wanted to spend time with him, talking about anything and everything.Right after I stepped into the hallway, I found a tall man around his late 30s leaning against my counter, tapping his foot on the tiled floor. His gaze was on his watch, but he lifted his face when I came into view."You must be Mr. Kaleb's secretary; I saw you at the meeting." He seemed pleasant as he shook my hand, his eyes fixed on my cleavage."And you must be Randolf, the Head of the Finance Department." I had received an email earlier, booking an appointment with Kaleb around 2 in the afternoon."Right, did you fix a spot for me? There are important matters I need to discuss with him." He licked his lips as he spoke, staring longily at my exposed part of my boobs. I didn't like that look

AylaI examined my wrists the minute I got inside the house, the feeling of helplessness engulfing me once again. I could still feel Roman's grip around my wrists, crawling all over my skin, and his breath on my face as he warned me. My body was still trembling, my mind reliving the entire ordeal."Would he have forced himself on me if Danica hadn't walked in?" I knew the answer to that question, and the mere imagination made me literally tremble. I stood in front of the mirror, my frail, blurry reflection looking back at me. My eyes were red and swollen, my lips were chapped, and there was a visible vein on the side of my forehead."He's becoming worse," I admitted in a barely audible, shaky voice, closing my eyes as tears escaped. My chest felt like it was being squeezed from the inside, the pain spreading to the upper part of my abdomen."Hey Ayla," Marise called as she knocked."What?" I responded after seconds of silence, debating whether to answer or just ignore."Open up; I hav

Ayla I couldn't fight off a smile as I thought about my night with Kaleb during a meeting the next day. Randolf was doing a presentation in front of senior staff, including Kaleb and Roman. All I could see was his mouth opening and closing and his hands moving. I was too deep in thought, reliving Kaleb grinding on me to hear Randolf's voice. "Ayla?" Kaleb called, snapping me out of my daydreaming. I cleared my throat as everyone around the table looked expectantly at me. "I asked you a question," Kaleb stated, giving me a side look as if he had realised that my mind was not there. "Please repeat, sir." I spoke in confidence, raising my head high while seated. "Randolf thinks that we should invest $1 billion in AI technology; that is 50% of the overall budget used on research and development. He says it will help the company save a lot of money because every process will be faster. What do you think?" I didn't need to rake my brain for an answer, because in my free time as a s

Kaleb"Where the fuck is my wife?" Roman barged inside my office, his wild eyes landing on me. I had already picked up Ayla's purse and had replied to some pending emails that she wasn't able to attend."She is not picking my calls, and I know you carried her out of the building." I just stood in the middle of my office, carrying my briefcase as I looked at him unravel.He stepped forward, his shoulders square and hands bawled into fists. I was slightly taller than him, so he had to tilt his neck just slightly to look at me in the face. "I will not ask you again," he paused, the upper corner of his mouth twitching, then continued, "Where did you take my wife?"I didn't flinch as he sneered; instead, I let out a low, biting laugh, then asked, "Wife?"I added another laugh that lingered in the air, shaking my head at his pathetic trial in intimidating me."I will forward the results of the online meeting I attended earlier; I expect your feedback by tomorrow." I sidestepped him, avoidin

Kaleb Three days had gone by since Ayla's miscarriage, and still we didn't have evidence. I kept on pushing Ayla to get the tests done, but it was like she had given up already. Something about Marise's behaviour was rubbing me the wrong way, and I truly felt that she knew something had been put in the food. All she needed was a little coercion to spit the truth, so if Ayla would remain adamant about being tested, then I would turn my attention to the nanny. "What are you thinking about?" Ayla asked, nodding at the chef as he walked into the sitting area in the backyard, a tray in his hands. "Just work," I lied, then greeted my chef. He was good at what he did, so much so that when I missed good meals I'd just sleep at the Sedberry home. "Thank you," Ayla spoke after he finished serving us brunch, a genuine smile on her face. I was relieved that she looked emotionally okay, despite what she was going through. "You're lying," Ayla stated, sitting up slowly. I noticed a small scrun