Se connecterHILLIAN'S POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, adjusting the collar of my shirt. It was the evening of my welcome party, the one Ron had spent the last two days planning for me. My phone rested on the glass table nearby, buzzing continuously with incoming text messages and calls from Ron, who was clearly anxious for me to arrive on time. I ignored the screen for a few moments, taking a deep breath to settle my mind. Ever since my arrival at the house, I had been feeling an unusual sense of restlessness that I could not quite explain.Once I finished dressing in a casual black outfit, I picked up my phone and wallet, heading out of my room to inform my father that I would be going out for the night.The long hallways of the estate were completely silent. The usual noise of the house staff going about their daily duties was entirely absent. As I walked down the grand staircase, I saw only one young maid standing near the dining area, holding a tray."Young Mas
HILLIAN'S POVThe leather seat of the luxury sedan felt cool against my back as the driver navigated the long highway. I looked out the window, watching the familiar trees and buildings pass by. It had been ten whole years since I left this place. After my mother died, everything fell apart. My father buried himself in his business, and the tension between us became so heavy that leaving for boarding school and staying away for college was the only choice that made sense to me. The only reason I was even returning now was because my father had practically begged me to come home for his big two year wedding anniversary party.My phone buzzed in my palm, breaking the silence in the car. I looked at the screen and saw my best friend Ron calling. I answered it immediately, putting the phone to my ear."Look who finally decided to come back to the city," Ron said through the speaker, his voice full of energy. "I still cannot believe you have been gone for ten years, Hillian. You missed o
LAYLA'S POV"Mr. Bradford asked me to personally retrieve this box from his desk for safekeeping," I lied smoothly, holding up the mahogany case while maintaining a firm, unflinching expression.The secretary looked at the box, then glanced at my face. To my immense relief, her posture relaxed completely. "Oh, I see. Mr. Bradford is always very particular about his office suite. Have a good night, Layla.""Good night," I breathed, stepping past her into the waiting elevator.As the metallic doors closed, I let out a massive sigh of relief. On the ride home, my mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of Zayne, his commanding voice, his dark eyes, and the wild, filthy things I wanted him to do to my body the moment he returned from London.The second I stepped into my apartment, my phone rang. It was Matt. I rolled my eyes, ready to decline it, but curiosity won and I picked up."What do you want, Matt?""Are you fucking insane, Layla?" Matt screamed through the speaker, his voice trembl
LAYLA'S POVI stood in the center of his dimly lit office, staring up at the massive screen in complete shock. A breathless, nervous laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it."You are unbelievable, Zayne," I teased, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked up at his handsome face on the monitor. "You are so much dirtier than I ever imagined."Zayne chuckled low in his throat, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated clearly through the office speakers. He slowly unbuttoned his top collar and pulled off his silk tie, tossing it carelessly onto his hotel bed in the background. He licked his lower lip, his dark eyes fixed on me through the camera lens."You haven't seen anything yet, Layla," Zayne purred smoothly. "Now stop talking and start taking off your clothes."A thrilling wave of electric heat rushed straight down between my legs. I liked where this was going. The absolute risk of standing completely naked in his corporate suite made my heart race wildly.I slowly unbuttoned my
LAYLA'S POVI stood in front of my bathroom mirror the next morning, humming a soft tune while carefully applying a touch of lip gloss. I couldn't help the small, satisfied smile playing on my lips. Every time I looked at my reflection, my mind drifted back to yesterday, to the feeling of Zayne's broad hands holding me down, and the heavy length of his shaft filling me so completely on his office sofa. I was actually excited to go to work and see him again. My phone suddenly buzzed loudly on the counter, interrupting my thoughts. I looked down and saw my mother's name flashing on the screen.Despite her usual harsh tone, I picked up in a surprisingly light mood. "Good morning, Mom.""Layla," my mother started, skipping any polite greeting entirely. "You need to come over for a family dinner this Friday evening."I sighed, my good mood faltering slightly. "Mom, I just started a new job. It is my first week, and I have a lot of work to catch up on. I do not think I can make it.""I do
LAYLA'S POVI scrambled backward on the leather sofa, my heart thumping against my ribs. My eyes were glued to his waist. His cock was massive, thick, and dark, with heavy veins running up to the swollen tip. Clear precum was already dripping onto his thigh as he slowly stroked himself."Layla," Zayne commanded softly, his dark eyes locked onto mine. "Come back here.""No," I gasped, shaking my head frantically as I pulled my knees up to my chest. "No, Zayne. Look at you. You are way too big. That is never going to fit inside me."Zayne chuckled low in his throat, a deep, rumbling sound. He didn't ask a second time. He simply reached out, grabbed my ankle in his firm grip, and dragged me back across the slick leather until my hips were resting right at the edge of the sofa.Before I could kick him away, he pressed the blunt, hot head of his shaft directly against my wet slit. "Ah..." A soft moan slipped past my lips against my will.He didn't push in. He just rubbed his broad tip up







