I press the button for security underneath my desk—it needs to be done. I'm married, and since I have a feeling Sarah won't stop no matter what I tell her, I need a guard to escort her out of my office. "Tobias..." Sarah says my name in a whiny tone and makes it sound like the most disgusting thi
A wave of conflicting emotions bubbles up within me, but I mash them down with the sheer force of my mind. Sarah had her chance to stand right by me, and she messed it up—I should be focusing on trying to charm Hannah into liking me. With that in mind, I continue working. I make a few phone calls
Hannah "Do you realize why I dragged you out here?" I whisper-yell at Tobias, who, infuriatingly enough, holds his hands on his knees. He also squats and beams at me, which is irritating. I want to finish my presentation with the others. But how am I supposed to relax and practice my speech with
"Yes," I breathe. "It's exciting..." He chuckles lowly. "Dirty girl." Tobias kisses my lips and then turns around, walking quickly toward the walk-in pantry as if my weight doesn't bother him in the slightest. Once there, I'm set down while Tobias takes off his clothes at record speed, and when
"I won't be able to take this for long..." I moan, and I sound absolutely tortured, probably because I am. "It feels too good..." I shudder, and Tobias hisses in my ear. "That's alright... if it's a quickie you want, it's a quickie you will get..." Our eyes meet in the dim light, and he looks so p
Hannah After my friends have left, I sneak into Tobias's bedroom. It's where we both sleep, but I still don't consider his mansion mine. The contract between us prevents me from seeing us as equals, so when I look at things—the couch, the bed, or the Tesla—I see a tag with Tobias's name. However, t
Hannah When I walk out of the mansion, the sun is dazzling, and I have to squint my eyes to see. I love the warm weather. Also, the view is enough to make it feel as hot as the scorching desert. Tobias is leaning against a silver BMW with his muscular, tanned arms crossed over his broad chest. Th
Do I even have a choice when he looks at me with those intense, green eyes? Probably not. "Uh, alright..." "Do you pretend to like it when I kiss you?" "Uh, no?" My knees grow weak two seconds in, and my heart always races. How could I pretend to like his kisses? Still, Tobias doesn't smile. In f