LOGIN“Good afternoon, Mr. Fauler. Thank you for inviting us to your lovely home,” the woman greeted with delight as she scanned the surroundings. She follows behind her boss while eyeing all the expensive and extravagant furniture.“We may talk in the living room,” he answered coldly. Strangely, the woman feels familiar like he has seen her somewhere. She has honey blonde hair and brown eyes, her tone condescending and annoying. “I was informed you would be coming alone, Mr. Laz,” he added before sitting down across the pair. Mr. Laz was wearing a brown business suit, his graying hair slightly visible. Cronous’ eyes gazed before the woman and eyed her from head to toe. She who noticed his gaze smiled flirtatiously while tilting her head. Mr. Laz chuckled and nodded his head. “This is my secretary, I needed her along for my trip abroad so I figured in bringing her. Her name is Carmen Anderson,” he introduced and Cronous suddenly remembered who she was. The woman who interrupted them in t
Zaria took a nap and was startled awake as she heard people talking and walking outside her room. When she took a peak outside, she saw Sebastian talking to the workers of the mansion. Her hand was still on the doorknob as she was just glancing out. “What’s going on?” she asked with a bit of nervousness, like something isn’t right. Sebastian glanced at her before dismissing the cleaner, and walking towards Zaria. “Ah– Well… There will be visitors today for some business proposal,” Sebastian fidgetted with his fingers while Zaria observed his every move. “And… It would be best if you do not leave your room for the moment,” he added with a sigh and she tilted her head. So that’s what it was. Zaria’s hand gripped the doorknob tighter and she nodded her head. “Of course, I can’t be seen after all.” He nodded his head and she closed the door before he could say anything more. Zaria feels like a prisoner who ran away from her cell. If someone ever finds out where she was, hell will break
ZARIA stared at the brand new phone, still sealed in its box, that was placed on the table. The latest model is worth at least a thousand dollars and she got just that. “You need a new phone so that… you won’t be tracked,” Sebastian explained with a bit of hesitation and she sighed. “I can’t pay for this,” she replied before pushing it towards him. He shook his head and pushed it back towards her. “Courtesy of the master.” He smiled and gestured for her to open it. Instead of backing off, her pretty face turned into a frown before leaning back. “If he wants to ‘gift’ me something, he can do it himself,” she replied with a slightly annoyed tone. Sebastian scratched his graying hair slightly. It’s been a long time since he dealt with a woman’s complaints, which was the last mistress of the mansion. “Is this about your argument last time?” he asked, her eyes glared at him before looking away. Zaria slightly shifted in her seat and did not answer. He pulled the chair in front of him a
“You’re telling me her face is spread all over the news?” His jaw tightened and fist clenched. Sitting at his home office, with paperworks scattered on the table, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. After a long week, Clyde finally made a move.“It seems so…” Sebastian murmured under his breath, his old face wrinkled. Cronous sighed heavily, leaning back on his chair. He crossed his arms, his biceps almost tearing his polo shirt in half. “And the content of the news?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Sebastian handed him the tablet he was holding so he could see for himself. “Hah!” he reacted in disbelief. “Zaria Akurst, missing or abducted?” He read the headline and chuckled loudly.He placed the tablet down on the table and ran his hand across his hair. “Did he forget that his wife ran away willingly?” He grabbed the bottle holding whiskey and threw it across the room. “Get her face off of the media outlets before I fucking kill someone.” Sebastian nodded his head before leaving the
“Ugh… that's it, right there…” she moaned under him while he pounded his manhood into her wet hole. She gasped, moaned, and screamed as he pounded faster. “Deeper, a-ah!” He could feel her pussy’s tight grip on him, not wanting to let go. Their bodies collided making wet and loud sounds, mixing liquids as they went harder. “F-f-uuck… I can't anymor..e..” she struggled to say. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it tightly. Her ass hitting him as their bodies collided together. “You dirty little slut,” he whispered, running out of breath, his sweat dripping down his body. The shape of her back makes his dick harder just by caressing it. Her pussy engulfed his hard dick, sucking him in and squeezing him dry. Her voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. “A-ah… please…” she begged, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he rubbed her pulsing clitoris. He pulled his dick out and she groaned. She was about to complain when he suddenly flipped her over, revealing her
Cronous, busy as he is, is constantly thinking of Zaria. While inside his office, he keeps dozing off onto the distance outside his office window. “Sir?” his company secretary uttered for the fifth time and Cronous’ head snapped back. He sighed deeply and nodded his head. “Keep an eye on him, report any suspicious activities he may commit.” His voice stern, cold. His secretary scrunched up his nose and inhaled sharply. His serious face slowly faded and was replaced with a playful smirk. “Is it odd to say that you're acting weird today?” he muttered before sharply inhaling. Cronous raised an eyebrow and glared at him. “Your point is?” he asked with annoyance. “Come on, I'm your friend! Tell me what's new!” he answered in anticipation. The secretary, a man with brown hair and eyes, has been by Cronous’ side since college. “Fuck off, Luca.” Cronous sat on his chair and started checking reports piled up on his desk. Luca ran his fingers in his hair and walked closer. “Come on, just







