Novel-novel oleh AUTHORELLA

It was a calm evening with a summer breeze. I was dining with Carlos, discussing the terms of our new agreement. The place was dimly lit, mostly timber-furnished; the decor was dull and bland, in a Scandinavian style. The boring lounge music was so generic. Eduardo stood beside us, trying to kill Carlos with his eyes. After the unfortunate creature Benjamin’s scandal, his father canceled the contracts and agreements. I was actually surprised at how much power they had. I always thought Daddy was the biggest until that day. Any who, we were lucky to find a backup partner. Carlos’s company was as strong as Alvarado’s. Alvarado’s... That company felt like God’s hand. After the Sol Food’s money laundering scandal, they appeared like a rainbow in a stormy weather. “Would you like to have another glass of wine, Emily?” Carlos asked, very gently. “No, thank you,” I responded with a smile. “Actually, I’d call it a night here, if that’s fine with you too.” We had talked about the terms, be

If the gaze of someone were used as a knife, Eduardo’s eyes would be sharp enough to cut the air. Neither was Dad’s intention to offend him, nor to insult. That was just a generous gesture for doing his job right. God, Eduardo’s dignity was like another person in the room; it was that sharp. How could Dad not see something like that? He didn’t even bother to lean down and pick the keys up. “I appreciate your generous offer, Sir Arquette,” he said with a responsive tone, but I could sense the mild flavor of his anger hidden underneath. “Please don’t take me wrong, but I didn’t help an abused woman in exchange for anything. Now, if you’ll please excuse me…” he said and walked back to his room. “What did I do wrong?” Dad questioned himself. “You didn’t mean to offend him, I know, Daddy. However, he is too strict with his pride.” “I have never met anyone like that before,” he said. “Miranda would have thrilled, for example.” “Miranda is a greedy person, Dad. All she wants is someone’s

I have always been my daddy's spoiled little girl. All I needed to do was snap my fingers to get things done for me. I remember one day Dad invested in a chocolate factory because I loved their salted caramel chocolate bars. The factory decided to stop producing those bars, and that couldn't stand with me being upset, so this is how CarEmily was born. I was just eight years old when that happened. He bought me a Lamborghini in every color and shade for my first car. He told me that I would be riding matching cars with my outfits.He was my rock. I knew when it all fell down, even then Dad would be the one by my side. He would take my words no matter what. It was like his entire existence was dedicated to standing by my side all the time. Not only was I feeling blessed to have such a father like him, but I also knew that I had to choose a dad like him for my future children. As the luckiest daughter on earth, it would have been such a struggle for me to witness my kids growing up in th

Two nights in a row... I was in his arms two nights in a row, and it was getting better. This time we had shed our hesitations along with our clothes or, in our case, torn them apart. I have to admit, I liked confident Eduardo better. He switched from acting like a humble servant who had to please his Madame to a passionate lover. The best part? The process didn’t require much time. I’ve been in relationships before, had affairs, and spent nights in men’s arms... But I’ve never felt like this. I felt like the missing piece of a puzzle finally placed in its spot. The second night already felt like the two hundredth in a row to me. It was silly maybe I was drugged by my recent orgasms but that was the feeling. Being in Eduardo’s arms through the night’s silence, enjoying his pecks on my forehead every two seconds, could be called peace and security. My unpleasant voice broke the silence. “I have to go now,” I said. Eduardo refused. “No, you don’t.” “Yes, I do...” “No, you don

God! I love Eduardo's facial expressions and the traffic of feelings from his thoughts. It is purely amusing to see him thinking between what he wants and what is right. I could tell what he was thinking just watching him frowning, clenching his jaw, moving his eyes as he calculated the results of his actions and his heartbeat despite all the things... His lust was like walking around in the room like a third person that Eduardo tried to control, yet he didn't want to. I could tell he was reminding himself that we were at my parents' mansion; he didn't want to get caught. That was too risky for an affair... "Eduardo?" I said. "Do you want it, or no?" "You know the answer," he said with a sigh. "But..." "Na, ah ah! No but!" I saw his eyes wandering around the room; he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing with an inner talk. I could tell that easily. I felt my knees getting sore against the harsh fabric of the carpet, so I sat next to him, on the e

Two nights in a row... I was in his arms two nights in a row, and it was getting better. This time we had shed our hesitations along with our clothes or, in our case, torn them apart. I have to admit, I liked confident Eduardo better. He switched from acting like a humble servant who had to please his Madame to a passionate lover. The best part? The process didn’t require much time.I’ve been in relationships before, had affairs, and spent nights in men’s arms... But I’ve never felt like this. I felt like the missing piece of a puzzle finally placed in its spot. The second night already felt like the two hundredth in a row to me. It was silly maybe I was drugged by my recent orgasms but that was the feeling.Being in Eduardo’s arms through the night’s silence, enjoying his pecks on my forehead every two seconds, could be called peace and security.My unpleasant voice broke the silence. “I have to go now,” I said.Eduardo refused. “No, you don’t.”“Yes, I do...”“No, you don’t...”He l