Mag-log inRhys woke up to emptiness
The warmth that had been pressed along his chest and thighs all night was simply gone. His arm lay across cool leather instead of soft skin. He sat upright in one sharp motion, eyes scanning the small office. The bathroom door stood open. The floor held only his discarded clothes and the faint scent of sex and her perfume Liora was gone. A low sound of frustration escaped him. He dragged both hands through his dark hair, pushing it back from his forehead hard enough that his scalp stung. For a moment he simply sat there, naked, jaw tight, staring at the place where her body had been. Then he swung his legs off the bed and stood He walked naked across the room and checked the bathroom anyway, already knowing that she wasn’t there. Rhys stepped into the shower and turned the water on cold. The spray hit his shoulders and ran down his chest in sharp streams. He braced both hands against the wall and closed his eyes He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. About her beautiful blonde hair… her tight pussy. The broken moans she made against his neck. How she had opened her thighs wider when he told her to, letting him fuck her deeper until his balls slapped against her and his cum flooded her “Liora…” Her name left his mouth like a curse and a prayer at the same time “Liora.” He said it again His hand slid down his abdomen of its own accord. He was already hard… painfully so… just from the memory. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke fast. In his mind it was not his hand. It was her cunt, hot and dripping, gripping him the way it had last night. He imagined her on her back again, legs spread wide, blonde hair a mess, eyes half-lidded as she took every thrust. He imagined the way her juice had coated him, the way she had begged him to go harder on her “Fuck… Liora…” He pumped faster, hips jerking into his fist. Water streamed over his shoulders and down the hard planes of his stomach. The image of her stayed locked behind his eyelids: her pussy stretched around his cock, the wet slap of skin, the moment she came and flooded him. His breathing turned ragged. His free hand slammed against the tiled wall He came with a low groan, as thick ropes of cum spilled across the wall and onto the floor of the shower, washed away almost at once by the cold water. His hand kept moving through the last pulses until he was spent Rhys stayed under the spray for another full minute, forehead pressed to the tile, breathing hard. Then he washed quickly, shut the water off, and stepped out. He dried off, tied a white towel around his waist and picked up his phone and dialed a number The line connected on the second ring “I need everything you can find on Liora Kane,” Rhys said in a flat voice “ Address. Place of work. Anything public and anything that isn’t. Send it to me as soon as possible” A brief acknowledgement came from the other end. Rhys ended the call without another word *** The drive to his house on the white hill overlooking the city was quiet. He did not think about anything except the emptiness he felt when he woke up alone. The white modern house came into view… clean lines, glass, and pale stone set against the green of the hillside. Rhys parked in the circular drive and stepped out A younger man was already coming down the front steps, dark hair like Rhys’s but shorter, wearing a casual black hoodie and an easy grin that looked almost out of place on the same sharp features “Well, look who finally decided to come home,” the younger man called. “Went out to play all by yourself last night? Rude” Rhys shut the car door. “It was the weekend, Ethan. I didn’t need a babysitter” Ethan laughed, falling into step beside him as they walked toward the entrance. “Good. Honestly. It’s not like you to actually go out and have fun. Mom’s going to be shocked when she hears you left the house for something other than work” “It’s still work Ethan. I have an office at the club sir” “Yes. But you never sleep there. Ever!” “Well…” “It could only mean that something fun kept you there” Ethan cut in Rhys shot him a dry look. “Why are you still here?” “Im leaving in an hour. But Mom called. She said — and I quote… ‘Tell your brother that he need to come see his favorite mother before she forgets what he looks like.’” Ethan raised both hands in surrender. “Her words, not mine. I’m just the messenger who gets called the spare.” Rhys’s mouth twitched despite himself. “Favorite mother! As if she is competing with someone else. Tell her I’ll call her tonight” “Call her? Have you not been calling before? She wants to see you” Ethan clapped him once on the shoulder. “Anyway, you look like you actually slept well for once. Or at least did something that counted as helpful. Whatever it was, keep it up. You’re less of a grumpy bastard this morning” Rhys didn’t answer. He only unlocked the front door and stepped inside the cool, light-filled entryway of the house. Behind him, Ethan’s voice floated in, still amused. “Favorite son of his mother, Rhys. Should I tell her you said no?” “Fuck off bro” “You can’t possibly be sending your big brother away right” Ethan taunted him Rhys walked up the staircase without responding until he was in his room He walked through to the table and, poured a glass of water, and stood at the wide window that looked out over the city Liora Kane. He wants to know what else she do when she wasn’t coming apart under him He is very much interested in herOn Sunday morning, Liora stood in the small laundry room of the apartment, staring at the washing machine like it had personally betrayed her. It had worked fine the day before when Sofia used it. Now it sat there, silent and useless, the clothes she had shoved inside were still damp and half-washed. She had work clothes, and a growing pile of things she had been meaning to sort for days. Everything felt like it was piling up at once.She sighed, loud and long, and left the room. Another sigh slipped out as she walked towards the kitchen.Sofia was on the couch with her laptop open, legs crossed, and typing. She glanced up at Liora when she sighed the second second time“You’ve been doing that since morning,” Sofia said. “What’s wrong?”Liora didn’t answer. She walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, stared at nothing, closed it again, and sighed once more.Sofia’s eyes narrowed. “Liora. I swear to God, if you sigh one more time without telling me what the problem is, I’m going to
The following weekend, when Liora, Nora, and Sofia settled into a corner booth at the lounge, Nora excused herself and headed to the counter to order her usual specialty drink before their main order.While she waited, a guy they had noticed earlier hovered nearby, clearly trying to work up the nerve to speak to her. Every time she glanced in his direction he looked away, then looked back, then adjusted his collar like it had personally offended him. Sofia watched the whole thing from the booth with open amusement. While Liora winced on the guy’s behalf.“This is actually uncomfortable to watch,” Sofia murmured, swirling her drink. “too Painful even”“He won't make it. I can already see it,” Liora agreed.The nervous guy finally approached. Nora visibly exhaled in irritation and leaned against the counter once she had her drink in hand. “Most guys are nervous around her. But who could blame her for being irritated by all the fumbling and stuttering? Looking that flushed isn’t exac
The shoot wrapped just after midday.The team began packing equipment under the trees while Evelyn’s handler guided her away for a break. Liora handed her camera off to Alisha, muttered that she needed the restroom, and headed toward the small wooden cottage near the edge of the garden… one of those well-kept utility buildings that looked more like a charming guest houseShe finished, washed her hands, and stepped back outside into the warm air. She had only taken a few steps when a hand closed around her wrist and yanked her backward.Liora stumbled, twisting. “What the…?”Rhys didn’t give her time to finish. He pulled her back into the cottage, down a short hallway, and into a small side room that smelled faintly of wood polish and old paper. He shut the door hard behind them and put the lock in placeLiora spun around, heart slamming. “Are you out of your fucking mind? People are right outside…”“They’re busy packing” Rhys leaned one hand against the door beside her head, caging
By the time the car pulled up outside the apartment it was very late that the street was quiet. Liora’s legs felt unsteady when she stepped out. She had barely reached the second-floor landing when the door flew open.Sofia stood there in an oversized shirt, hair messy, eyes wide with worry. Nora appeared right behind her, her phone still in her hand.“Where the hell have you been?” Sofia demanded.Liora blinked. “I…”“You said you were going to the store,” Nora cut in. “That was hours ago. We walked down there and the woman said you left ages ago. We called you so many times”“My phone died,” Liora lied automaticallySofia’s gaze raked over her… the wrinkled clothes, the slightly swollen mouth, the residual unsteadiness she hadn’t managed to hide. “You look like shit. What happened to you?”“I ran into someone I know and lost track of time.” Liora pushed past them into the apartment, dropping onto the couch before her knees could give out. “I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine,” Nora said
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”Rhys turned fully to face her, glass still in his hand, expression unreadable. The light in the room cut across his face and made him look even more like the kind of man who always got exactly what he wanted. He didn’t speak right away. He just looked at her… like he was confirming to himself that she was really standing there.Liora’s pulse kicked hard against her throat. She hated that her body loves the way he runs his eyes over her. Hated that even now, after waking up in a locked room with no memory of how she got there, some stupid, traitorous part of her still registered how unfairly good he looked. Tall. Controlled. Expensive. The same man who had ruined her for anyone else in one reckless night and then spent every day since making her life complicated.“What am I doing here?” she asked him Rhys took a slow sip from his glass, eyes never leaving hers.“Who brought me here?” she demanded in a louder voice “My men,” he answered simply
Hmmmm… What in heaven’s name was that smell?It wasn’t a bad smell. That was the first thing Liora’s half-asleep brain managed to register. In fact, the smell was clean, expensive, and completely foreign. Definitely not anything that belonged in her own bed. Her eyelids felt too heavy to lift. Her body felt weighted down, like someone had poured wet cement into her limbs while she was out.Even through the fog, she could separate the scent into clear pieces. One: it was a person’s scent. Two: that person was male. Three: she had never in her life woken up to a man’s scent in her bed, because she didn’t do that kind of careless shit.Well, only once though. Guess it counts since that said man has been taunting her since then.But that wasn't the problem now. She needed to open her heavy eyes to see where she was.Liora forced one eye open. The space beside her was empty. Whoever had been there was already gone. She turned her head.. which felt unnaturally heavy… searching for her phon







