I paused. And then I looked him straight in the eye.“I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but Ryan built his empire on my father’s money. On my father’s sweat and blood. And I will not let him get away with it. It’s not so simple. I won’t just walk away and leave him with everything my father worked for”My voice grew stronger.“He has to pay me back. He has to pay back every single thing.”I shook my head. “I’m not going back because I miss him. I’m going back because I need to get what’s rightfully mine. I need to get everything back. I feel like I will never fully recover, never truly make a step forward if I lose it all and he took everything."My voice was quiet, but sharp, cutting through the air."He deserves to be stripped of everything. The fact that I trusted him, loved him, gave him everything... and he goes on stealing from me, leaving me with nothing..." I stopped, a lump forming in my throat. "How ugly does a person's heart have to be to do something like this?"It wasn’
The next morning, after we’d had breakfast, Marcus went into his office to work—and for once, I didn’t want to follow him.Not because I didn’t want to. More like... I was afraid to. Afraid that I was developing feelings. Afraid because I already had.I didn’t know if it was love yet, and I hoped it wasn't, but one thing was clear....I really, really, really liked him. And after what happened last night… we both knew what happened last night… I had let myself go. Completely. I had a question and I got my answer...So today I gave myself some space. I needed time to breathe, to come to terms with everything.I went for a walk first. Then, later, I decided to take a swim. The water helped clear my head at least for a little while. By the time I got back to the house, Marcus was still in his office.I took a quick shower and got dressed. It was already lunch, and I found myself heading toward his office, hoping we could eat together.I knew where all my hesitation came from.....Ryan.He
His mouth clamped on my clit, and he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned, running my fingers through his glorious hair, watching him eat me out with hungry eyes. He looked me in the eye the entire time, and I wanted to cry, because I knew no other man could make me feel the way he did. I felt like a peach, dripping nectar directly into his mouth. The orgasm crept up on me. One moment I was enjoying his strokes, my body shivering on his bed, and the next each and every one of my muscles clenched, tightened, and tensed, my eyes falling shut as I cried out his name."Marcus.....!"It took me almost a full minute to come down from the post-orgasmic fog, and by the time I sobered up, he was already nudging my legs apart, and angling his cock into me, watching as his tip slid in.I looked up at him. His eyes seared through mine.“Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice, his face full of lust and hunger.I nodded."Say it." He growled."I want this.... I want you."“I won’t be gentle.” H
Marcus had given me all the space I wanted.I took a walk along the beach, letting the sea breeze tangle with my thoughts. Later, I returned to the bedroom, took a deep breath, and decided to give my body a time out. When I woke up again… the sun had already gone down.I changed into something cute—something light, soft, that hugged me in the right places. Then I went in search of Marcus.He wasn’t in his office, which surprised me, because that’s where he usually was. I figured maybe he had gone to have dinner by himself. But when I checked the dining room, it was empty too.I was just about to turn and ask the maid if she’d seen him when my eyes caught the silhouette of him, standing quietly by the beach.Without a second thought, I quickly slipped on my sandals and stepped outside.He must have heard me walking toward him. The breeze wasn’t loud enough to mask footsteps in the sand. But he didn’t move. No reaction. No motion to acknowledge me. When I got close, I placed my hands ge
Marcus exhaled deeply, almost as if calming himself. Then he looked at me,“Ryan reported you missing because you left without saying a word. Now he’s afraid. Grasping at straws. Wondering where you are. What are you doing?”He stepped forward slowly. “And that is the only reason the police are involved. Not because you’re guilty. Not because you did anything wrong.”He paused, searching my face.“I was just trying to be supportive, Monique. Because I told you....I’m in this with you. I meant that. I meant it. And I keep my word.”"But Ryan...."That's when he snapped.“Please Stop!” It hit like a slap. The room went still. “I am not like Ryan. I don’t like him. And I would really appreciate it if you stopped comparing me to him.”He finished off calmly with power behind every word. His voice echoed in the room for a moment, thick with the kind of force that didn’t need to be repeated. He wasn’t yelling to intimidate me, not like Ryan used to, not to shut me down but it still struck s
MoniqueA missing person?My mind couldn’t hold it. I stared at him, trying to make sense of the words, but they kept slipping past.“I… I’m not missing,” I finally said, my voice barely there. “I’m right here. I’m fine.”“I know,” Marcus said gently, keeping his eyes on me like I might shatter if he blinked. “But to them....you disappeared. No phone calls. No emails. You haven’t checked in with anyone. You didn’t even take your charger.”I blinked. “So they think I’m… what? Dead?”He shook his head. “Not dead. Just… gone. Vanished. And when someone like you vanishes, people start to pay attention.”That hollow feeling opened in my chest again. The kind I hadn’t felt since… Ryan.“What are you saying?” I whispered.Marcus touched my arm. “I’m saying we need to think, Monique. Carefully. Because your family? Ryan? They’re not going to take this quietly. You didn’t leave a note. You didn’t explain. One day you were there...and then you weren’t.”“But I’m not theirs anymore,” I said shar