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I froze. How on earth could this happen? It was already too late to get another hotel and one thing Damien hated, was imperfection. "Fix it," he said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it had an edge to it that could make anyone want to piss themselves. "Sir, I’ve checked the system twice. Every single room in the building is occupied," she pleaded, looking like she was about to piss herself any moment. "I can try to call our partner hotels but because of the conference, they wouldn't be available at all.”"Call them," Damien commanded. "I am not sharing a room with my secretary. Find me a suite, a standard room. I don't fucking care. Find me a room.” Ouch. I mean, I didn’t want to share a room with him either, but the sheer disgust in his voice felt like a slap to the face. I looked at the floral arrangement on her desk and put on a face of indifference even though I felt slightly embarrassed. The receptionist spent ten agonizing minutes on the phone, and although Damien put on a calm

I arrived at the private terminal at seven forty-five in the morning with my overnight bag.Damien was nowhere to be found and I sat in the small lounge waiting for him. He was always like this. He never stuck to time. Eight o’clock came and at twenty minutes past eight, I swallowed my pride and sent a text telling him I was in the lounge.Naturally, I didn't receive anything back. He never returned my messages, I didn't even think he ever saw them. Who knew if he even had my number saved on his phone. By eight-thirty, I was staring up at the ceiling and actively fantasizing about a career change. Maybe I could move to a remote farm and milk goats. Goats didn’t wear custom Tom Ford or look at you like you were a stain on their sparkling white shirt.My butt was already hurting and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I looked up to see the big, bad wolf walking through the door in a suit that probably cost more than my monthly rent. He was talking to someone on the phone and lo

"Why is your skirt so short today?"I stood in front of my overbearing, maniac, sadistic boss and tried very hard not to visibly combust.He was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking at me the way he always did, like I was one of the biggest inconveniences he had in his life. "It's a professional length," I said in a monotone. I knew he hated when I did that. "It doesn't look professional." He said in that condescending voice of his that got on my nerves. "With respect sir, the dress code says nothing about skirt length." I said in the most polite tone I could muster. He raised an indignant eyebrow and the corner of his mouth turned up in a sneer. "Are you really standing in my office quoting the dress code at me right now?"What do you think?"I'm standing in your office defending myself against an unfair observation, sir but I’m sorry if I offended you." I said. His frown deepened and I could see the dark thunderclouds above his head but I wasn't fazed. I con

She stood under the hot water and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasant ache across her back and thighs and the deep satisfaction that only ever came after a session. After she was done, she wrapped herself in the hotel robe and sat in front of the vanity mirror. She heard a knock on the door and someone entered into the room. She knew instantly it was Theo. He came in with a bottle of water and set them on the vanity without a word. She looked up at him and he stared at her silently, she would never get over how green and beautiful his eyes were. Theo was the one with the whip. In real life he was an architect. He was quiet and prescise in everything that he did. When she had met him, they had spent the whole evening talking about structural engineering. She found him very interesting and wondered how a man this meticulate was into the same dark interests that she had. She asked him how he hid them and he had told her in a blunt manner that he didn't hide anything, he tells his fe

He gathered her up, one arm under her knees, one behind her back and lifted her off the bench. He carried her like she was made of glass, cradled against his chest. She placed her head on his shoulders. She felt very safe in his arms. The second man walked ahead and pushed open a heavy door. It was a bathroom and inside it was a massive tub that was already filled and now steaming. The man lowered her into the water slowly and gave her time to adjust to the heat. The water was hot and stug her skin but after a few moments it became perfect and she felt her muscles relax one by one. .The second man stripped off his shirt, then his jeans, and climbed into the tub behind her. She felt his chest press against her back, his legs bracketing hers. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him, and he kissed her shoulder."Are you okay?" he asked in that department voice of his. She nodded and closed her eyes. The first man leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed her whil

Emily thought she had no idea how she got there but that that was a lie she told herself every single time. YThat she voluntarily blacked out and she couldn’t explain it.The truth was she could explain every single detail.Three weeks ago she had opened the private portal on her laptop at midnight, the way she always did and scrolled through her options, updated her preferences, and booked the session.Emily Pratt did not do anything by accident. By day she ran the operations of a billion dollar logistics company. She never showed weakness because neither of those things were options for a woman in her position.Her body had been craving for something, some form of release and she had been searching endlessly for a medium in which she could be herself and satisfy her deepest urges. She’d discovered the club two years ago through Kevin whom she met at a dinner party. He'd given her his card and she'd contemplated about looking it up for two weeks before finally having the courage. It

“What does your mother want?” I asked.My impression of his mother was decent at least. I mean she was surprised, even distraught at him announcing that he was suddenly married and hadn't told or invited anyone. She wanted him to get married to Victoria and I was the strange woman he brought to them.“Look, my mother is…” He sighed. “That version of her you saw then, that's not really her. That's her on her best behavior. She's a lot and very spontaneous.” He said. “We're meeting her at her country club.”[AT THE COUNTRY CLUB]I felt completely out of place the moment we pulled up to the imposing white colonial building.The staff member opened the door for us like we were royalty."Mr. Washington, Mrs. Washington," A man greeted us. "Your mother is waiting in the Garden Terrace.”His mother was seated at table filled with drinks and beside her was that woman from the dinner. Madison I think. His sister. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine in a white sundres

I stood at the bathroom sink and stared at my reflection.What the hell was wrong with me?Getting jealous over a man I barely knew. A man I was only married to because of a contract..Elijah's reflection appeared in the mirror behind mine. He stepped inside and locked the door with a soft click."What are you doing?" My voice came out shakier than I wanted."You ran off." He moved closer, and I watched him approach in the mirror. "Why?""I told you. I-i-i needed the restroom." I hated that I stuttered. It made me feel weak. "Liar."I turned around to face him and my back hit the sink. "Can you stop calling me that?""Then stop lying." He moved closer to me. I could smell his cologne and see the flecks of gold in his eyes. I instantly got deja vu from last night. "You were jealous.""I wasn't—"He placed one hand on the counter beside me and I was trapped. "You were jealous, Breanna just admit it.""Fine." I said. "Yes, I was jealous.. happy now?"He held my gaze and I swallowed nerv

"Where are we going?" I asked as Elijah pulled out of the hospital parking lot. "Lunch." He responded. "Lunch?" "You haven't eaten all day." He glanced at me. "And you look like you need a distraction." He wasn't entirely wrong. My mind was still on what dad had said. I still didn't know how to figure this out but what I definitely knew was that I wasn't losing my mother's bakery. "I'm not really hungry." Even though I was lying. "You will be." Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to what looked like an ordinary building that looked like it was hidden on the quiet street. Was this even a restaurant. There was no sign of indication that there was a restaurant anywhere. "This is a restaurant?" I asked skeptically. "The best one in the city." Elijah got out and came around to open my door. "You just have to know where to find it." A man in a black suit opened the door before we even reached it. "Mr. Washington and his lady" he bowed slightly. "Welcome back, you

Elijah's hand rested on the small of my back as we walked through the corridors. Even that small touch made my stomach flutter. We reached the receptionist desk and was immediately escorted to Dad's private room.He looked so much smaller in that hospital bed than I remembered. Now he looked fragile, with tubes and monitors attached to him. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and that familiar warm smile spread across his face."Bree-bug," he said, using the nickname he'd called me since I was five. "You came.""Of course I did." I crossed to his bed and hugged him carefully, mindful of the IV. "How are you feeling?”"Much better. This room is fantastic but the food here is horrible though." He looked past me to Elijah. "Dad, this is—" I gestured to Elijah. "Logan!" My father gave him a big smile. "Good to see you, son. Though you look a bit different.. did you get taller?"Oh god."Dad, this isn't Logan." This was embarrassing. "I know I've been out of it but I'd recognize my son-in

At exactly one o'clock, I came downstairs to find Elijah waiting. He had changed into dark jeans and a black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked good. Too good."Ready?" he asked. It seemed he wanted to say something but he stopped himself which I felt relieved by. Whatever he wanted to say, I didn't want to hear it. I nodded as we made our way out the house and into his luxury car. Elijah hadn't said a word since we left the penthouse, his hands gripped the steering wheel like it had personally offended him.Taking advantage of the silence, I pulled out my phone and checked the texts from the hospital. The surgery had been successful and dad was doing really well and recovering faster than expected.I glanced at Elijah who looked tense. His shoulders were quite rigid like he was holding in his breath. There was something definitely bothering him, but I didn't know him well enough to ask what.‎ We pulled into the hospital parking lot, but before I could even unb

"Wait."He pulled back so abruptly, breathing hard. His eyes were filled with lust and a flash of panic crossed his face. "Wait," he repeated, pulling himself away from me. I lay there in confusion but I could still feel his touch on my body. My heart was racing and my skin was on fire. "I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his hair, refusing to look at me. "We shouldn't be doing this."At that moment I felt so embarrassed. I wished there was a hole I could crawl into. He pulled me up gently from the bed and before I could say anything he kissed my forehead softly. "See you tomorrow," he said quietly. "Have a good night." Then he walked out and closed the door behind him without even looking back.I stared at the closed door. My emotions were literally all over the place. I looked all over the room trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened. I fell back onto the massive bed and stared at that ridiculously high ceiling.This man was going to drive me insane.★★★★★I woke up