A stream of sunlight fell across her face tugging her out of her sleep. Cara groaned softly, blinking against the bright light until her eyes adjusted....and froze.The heavy weight of an arm lay draped across her waist, warm breath brushed her shoulder and behind her was the steady rise and fall of a man's chest. she stiffened, her heart thudding.Cara's gaze darted around the room. Her breath caught when she saw the careless scatter of clothes on the floor, her dress, his shirt, buttons glinting in the morning sun. Slowly and carefully, she eased out of bed, but as soon as she stood, a wave of sourness washed over her and her knees buckled. Cara caught herself with a hiss of pain, she hadn't felt this ache in years. Not since before the divorce.....and that night."Jeez," she hissed in pain. Before the divorce, the two of them never got intimate until the night of Damien's drunkenness. Cara still vividly remembered how he looked that night.Her mind reeled back three years.---Thre
Cara stumbled out of the room into the hallway, her gaze hazy, the burning sensation in her body elevated. In as much as she desperately needed to quench the fire she felt under her skin, she also needed a place to hide cause right now she was venerable and could be made an easy target to lust-filled men. She heard the sound of footsteps coming towards her and darted into a hidden corner, two men walked past chatting without noticing anything. Cara let out a sigh of relief before making her way down the hallway to her room. Damien had just stepped out of the party, he stared at his phone again. Two missed calls, she wasn't answering her phone, a bad feeling washed over him. In the slightly dim lit hallway, he could make out the figure of a woman stumbling his way, something about her figure felt familiar. He started to walk past the woman when she suddenly collapsed in his arms. "Please help me, I am hot," the woman breathed. Damien took out his phone, about to call his assistant
Tyler darted through the crowd, greeting one business partner or another while discreetly watching her movement. The MC of the occasion took the microphone and greeted everyone ensuring to call out names. Thirty minutes of wine and pleasure passed and it was finally time for the dance, the MC turned on the music and everyone went to the dance floor. "Would you do me the honor of being my dance partner Miss Perry?" A man asked, stretching out his hand to Cara. Cara looked up, her eyes meeting the stranger’s. He was handsome, with sharp features and a confident smirk, but before she could respond, a familiar voice cut in. "I'm afraid Miss Perry is already taken on this one." Tyler stepped forward, smoothly placing his hand over the man’s outstretched one. His expression was polite, a smirk etched on his lips. The other man hesitated, his gaze shifting between the two of them before he gave a small, knowing smile and backed away. Tyler turned to Cara, offering his hand
It was time for the evening dinner party. Corella barged into the room to deliver a message."Boss, Mr Locus wants to see you." Cara was seated at the dressing table getting ready for the dinner party hosted by Locus to mark the end of the ship cruise."For what?" She expressionlessly applied the deep red lipstick on her lips. Coco picked up the silver slit dress, fingering it."It is a gift from my friend, Mckenzie." After getting ready, Cara went to meet Herod. She knocked at the door before going in. The old man seated at the center of the room in his private bar, sipping coffee."Weird seeing you drink coffee in a bar," Cara gasped amused. Herod Locus, the famous alcoholic emperor was drinking coffee in a bar! Nobody would believe her if she said it outside."Don't look surprised, I'm just doing it to please my wife and besides, I am getting old and weak," He looked away sipping the coffee melancholically."The famous Herod Locus admitting his aging health, I am honoured to be t
On the last day of the yacht trip, various activities were carried out. Some of the socialites engaged in a shooting game, some in gambling, some in food tasting while others gallivanted around either seeking new business partners or financial supporters.Cara wandered into the casino, everywhere bustling with energy. Everyone was either gambling on the slot machines, the spin 'n' win boards or on the gambling tables. A sharp sound rang throughout the casino, someone had just won! A man paraded, holding a huge cheque board. He had just won a whooping sum of hundred million dollars, an awful lot of women surrounded him in the twinkle of an eye.Cara averted her gaze and continued strolling around looking for something that would catch her eye."That's Shera Perry, the CEO of Black lake groups right?" One woman pointed, calling to the attention of her two other counterparts."She is! I heard that Mr Zoric is chasing after her, oh I am so jealous!" The second woman chimed with envy. Th
"Put me down Damien!" Cara huffed beating his back with her fists. Damien, unaffected by her tantrums, carried her to an empty cabin and sat her on the table standing in between her legs. "Let go or I will castrate you!" Cara threatened glaringly at him while he gazed intently into her eyes, slowly undoing the knotted strings of his shorts. "What are you doing?!" Cara asking panicking when she say what he was doing. Her cheeks tinted pink which was slowly turning red. "To castrate a man, you have to hold his cock right?" he said in a deep and husky voice, his eyes never leaving hers. Cara's face turned beet red instantly and she covered her face with her hands and muttered. "It was only a threat, don't take it seriously." "Oh you don't want me to leave that quickly, do you?" Damien tilted his head cunningly. "Since when did you become this witty?" Cara gritted her teeth, she had just fallen into her own trap. "Since you made me like this?" He groaned raking his hair with