writer.Niaの小説

The second the penthouse’s door swings open, I stop pacing and look towards it to see who it is. It’s Nathaniel. He’s breathing hard as if he rushed here as fast as he could, with a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his pupils blown wide in pure panic. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t ask me what happened, or if I’m alright. He simply looks away from me, his gaze sweeping across the the living room as it takes everything in—the shoes I never bothered to put away, my untouched cup of tea on the coffee table, my handbag lying open on the sofa.These are all evidences of me waiting for him. Once the realization of that sinks in his mind, he walks straight towards me. “Let’s go,” he says. I blink, confused. “What?”“Let’s go to the camp,” he says, his voice a bit steady. “Do you have the address? Surely, you do, right?”“Oh,” I mumble, reaching for my phone. I unlock it then open the message from the school before holding it to him. “It’s—“He glances at it for barely a second before n

My heart races. “And?""They've found enough evidence to proceed."After that, he begins listening the charges against Adrian one by one. He mentions financial fraud, corporate embezzlement, shell corporations, money laundering, tax evasion, and false accusation. Every single accusation is supported by evidence, and every document is verified. Finally, after years of digging, waiting, and planning, everything will be coming to an end. As Mercer speaks, I wait for him until he eventually finishes. And that’s when I speak. “So.” My voice comes out even more calmer than I expected it to when the finally comes. “When is he going to be arrested?”Silence follows my questions. That instant, I already know there’s a problem even before he has to mention it. Fuck. “That’s the problem,” Mercer says. “He hasn’t been arrested.”I frown. “Why?”“No one knows where Adrian Hale is,” he says. My grip tightens around the phone. “What do you mean?"Mercer hesitates. And just when I think he’s

The cursor blinks at the end of the email.I've read the same sentence four times, but none of it seems to register in my mind. And with a quiet sigh, I pinch the bridge of my nose before closing the document altogether.Useless.For the first time in years, work isn't working.Usually, numbers make sense, contracts make sense, and people don’t. In fact, that’s why I built my life around the former.But somehow, now, one woman has managed to make quarterly reports harder to understand than human emotions.I’m momentarily pulled out of my thoughts by th sound of a soft knock on my office door, and I drop my hand back on the table, my gaze straying towards the door."Come in,” I say. Just then, the door pushes open, and my assistant steps inside with a tablet in her hand.“Good morning, Mr. Monroe,” she greets, walking further. Once she stops before my desk, she says, “I came to inform you that your eleven o'clock has been moved to one, Mr. Monroe."I nod."The board requested confirma

I flip her so she’s on her stomach now and spread her ass, my gaze following the cum trailing down her leg. Elara tries to turn, her ass wiggling. “What are you—““Shhh,” I say, lining my cock against her pussy and ass hole.“Nathaniel—“ she freezes when I circle the rim of her asshole. “You can’t—““It’s okay,” I say. “I’m not fucking you here tonight. At least not yet.”An exhales escape her, but she doesn’t relax entirely, and I take that as an opportunity to slide my cock inside her pussy. This time, it’s slow, letting her feel every inch of it. When I’m buried balls deep inside her, I groan, reaching forward to flick her clit. She moans. “You want to know why I was avoiding you?” I ask, grinding deeper inside her. “Well, here it is.”She moans when my balls slap her clit this time, he fingers gripping the sheets tighter.“I was fucking scared,” I rasp. “Scared of how much you were getting under my skin. Scared of needing you this fucking much, Elara. And scared that if I let

Elara is still trembling around me.Her pussy is tight and wet, clenching on my cock as the last waves of her orgasm fade. I’m also obviously still buried deep inside her, breathing hard against her neck, my hands gripping her ass like if I let go, she’ll disappear.I don’t pull out.Fuck, I can’t. At least, not yet. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to crack my ribs, and my pulse won’t stop thundering in my ears. Gosh. This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen.I had kissed her because I couldn’t stand another second of the distance. Because every day I avoided her, every early morning I left before she woke up, every late night I came home after she was asleep, it was killing me.I thought staying away would protect me.I thought that if I kept my distance, I wouldn’t have to face the truth that hit me that night after the kiss — the terrifying realization that somewhere along the way, this stopped being an arrangement.That she stoppe

A terrifying, pin-drop silence follows my words. The tension in the air has spiked now, and all I can hear is the wild thumping sound of my heart drumming against its ribcage while Nathaniel just looks at me. That annoying unreadable expression he’s worn on his face for days now is still there, and when he still doesn’t say anything, I take a step back. “I genuinely don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say at all,” my voice cracks, but I force it to remain steady. “I don’t know—“ I swallow past the clog in my throat. “Just—“ I don’t bother completing my sentence. Still, he says nothing. In response to his silence, a short laugh escapes me. Gosh, this isn’t funny. I’m not laughing because it’s funny. I’m laughing because I’m genuinely tired and my chest is hurting so badly. "You know what?" I ask with a shake of my head. “Forget it. You’re right. I don’t think we should have the conversation. It’s late.”This time, worry flashes in his eyes and he frowns. “Elara—“"No,