ISLAFew minutes after I got into my office and had myself settled, I heard a knock on the door. I felt butterflies and dread in the pit of my stomach at the same time. Robert or Mia? I so badly wanted it to be him. If that door opens and Mia walks in, I'd scream so loud that this entire building will come crashing down. Then the door creaked open, and Stiles walked in stylish, though his expression was unreadable. I was sure he was very upset with me. I bit the bottom of my lip slightly, guilt caressing me in the face. He had a judging look, but still he smiled. I knew a pretentious smile when I saw one."Hi, good morning." He greeted, walking over to me."Stiles," I wasn't sure what excuse to come up with. " I'm soooo sorry, I've been busy." I lied."I understand." He nooded. "After running off the other night without a single word, I thought I should at least reach out to know how you were doing."What actually happened was that I had abruptly stood up and told him I was going ho
ISLAI finally got back to the mansion after long hours at work. I spent the majority of the time editing some documents Mia had forwarded to me via email. Somehow the she-devil had left me off her hook. That antagonizing woman didn't pressure me today, she didn't even show her vicious face in my office throughout the entire day. I couldn't help wondering if she was alright, it was unlike her not to cause trouble. As soon as work ended, I hurried back home without having to meet Robert first. I've noticed he never came back home immediately after work. I didn't know where he went, but I just guessed he had lots of things to take care of after work. Even if it broke my heart, I was getting accustomed to a whole lot of things about my boss and sweetheart. I checked the time. I mentally gave myself 30 minutes to prepare. I had to be gone before Robert showed up in the house. I wouldn't want to explain why I had to dress up in a formal evening dress to hang out with my best friend at her
ISLAAs I ran toward the spot where I had told Stiles to wait. My mind raced, my thoughts scattered as I hoped I wasn’t making a fucking mistake. Why did I even let Stiles talk me into this? I wasn't even interested in him, But here I was, sneaking away and lying to Robert.When I finally saw the headlights in the distance, my heart skipped a beat. It was Stiles. My breath caught in my throat as I waved frantically like a mad woman, looking over my shoulder to make sure Robert wasn’t somehow right behind me, I'll be doomed if he was. It didn’t help that my heart seemed to have decided on it's own that it wanted to jump out of my chest.The car honked twice, his headlights flickering on. I quickened my pace, my hands shaking as I reached for the passenger door. I flung it open and practically jumped in, slamming the door shut beside me."Jesus, Isla!" Stiles said, his voice filled with surprise and amusement. He was grinning as I settled into the seat, my heart still racing. "You look
ROBERT I didn't know when I became this vulnerable to my feelings. I had come to the mansion to pick something, and then I had seen Isla in that dress. A whole lot of memories flooded into my mind. Somehow, we were there again, at her parents thirtieth wedding anniversary. That was the first time I felt that desire for her. It was a very strong desire, one I didn't think I'd ever feel for any woman. She had looked so mesmerizing that for some good minutes, all my guards had been completely let down. I couldn't help to see a beautiful young woman that I would have a difficult time ignoring. These feelings were forbidden. She was Mason's daughter. A friend who took me as a brother. There had been a whole lot of time where we were in a formal gathering and Mason Turner would introduce me to business associates as his dear brother. Isla had earlier informed me of her plans to meet up with her best friend, but something within me felt insecure. Like I needed to know exactly who she was
ISLAI sat at the table with Stiles and the man that had introduced himself as Bryan Foster, and whom Stiles had introduced to be his mentor and whatever. I was trying my best to look calm and composed, even though the knot in my stomach keep tightening with every passing second. Stiles was more like his usual self. He was unbelievably loud, laughing, and making unnecessary jokes, while Bryan sat quietly beside me. He carried himself with so much grace and yet there was this ease. He was obviously sophisticated. I wondered what his life must be like. Everyone here obviously were business owners, business managers and people who cared way too much about their stock portfolios and net worth. It was more like a gathering of billionaires. I suddenly shifted my gaze to Stiles. Somehow, I felt there was no way he had a billion dollar as asset or as cash sitting pretty on his account. He seemed too unserious. He laughed too much and joked a lot. Maybe it wasn't right to judge a book by it'
ISLAI sat with my hands dropped on my thighs, twisting my fingers nervously. I hoped the ground would Somehow open up right there and swallow me completely. I felt my heart still pounding in my chest as Robert and Mia moved towards a nearby table. Robert didn’t even glance back at me as he walked away. I watched them sit down, Robert right across from Mia as she adjusted herself in that typical way of hers, trying to exude a sense of control. As I stole a quick glance at their table, I noticed something that made my stomach twist even tighter. The table had been reserved for Robert. I could see the initials 'R.H' printed on a small placard at the corner of the table. It felt like a punch to the gut. I hadn't only sneaked out to this party, I had come to also sit directly opposite his table. I wondered how I was going to survive the night with him sitting there, directly facing me. Whenever I raised my head up, I knew I was going to come directly with his piercing blue eyes.A shiver
ISLAAs soon as the taxi stopped in front of the house, I gave the driver some dollar bills and stepped out of the car, the night air hitting my face, sending a chilly sensation through my entire body. I slammed the car door shut behind me, and I heard the driver call out as he rolled his window down."Your change, miss!"I waved him off and he shouted a resounding 'Thank you.' in return and sped off. I walked slowly into the house. All of a sudden, it just seemed too big and lonely. Despite my sadness, I felt the pang of hunger biting my intestines, twisting my stomach and making it churn painfully. I felt hungry and sick at thesame time. I walked to the kitchen, hoping I'd be able to grab something to eat. I stood there for a moment, not moving, just absorbing the emptiness that seemed to enfold me. Somehow, I felt that emptiness too. I almost turned around and left again, but something stopped me. Maybe it was the hunger gnawing at my insides, or maybe it was the fact that I didn
ISLAI opened my eyes slowly to some unfamiliar voices talking around me. I wasn't sure who they were. I wasn't even sure where I was. It seemed I was lying on a bed that wasn't as soft or as comfortable as mine. A sharp pain shot through my head and I immediately had to snap my eyes shot with a soft gasp escaping my lips. I tried opening my eyes again, my vision seemed to have blurred out. A towering figure came hovering above me. I could make out the features, it was a man. He wore glasses and had a white coat on. I wondered who he was or what I was doing in this place.The question came to my head. "Where am I?"I've watched several movies where the lead character or probably a supporting character suddenly wakes up unconscious and they ask this same question. It turns out that they've either been knocked out of consciousness and had been brought to a hospital or they were dead. I preferred it to be the former.The thought that I could probably be in a dream hit me. Suddenly, I g
ISLAAs I stomped angrily back to my office, the only image playing in my head was the taunting picture of Mia and Robert. What stupid games was this? I tried to calm myself down. This was her main goal; to piss me off! And yes, it was fucking working, but I shouldn't let it work."Isla!" I heard my name echo through the corridor. I exhaled sharply and turned around to look. Stiles was walking up to me with hurried steps. What did he fucking want right now?"What?" I asked, sounding uncontrollably stern."Why are you so angry? What happened?" He asked, a look of concern etched on his face."I'm not angry, Why? Does it look like I am?" I snapped and mentally tried to calm myself down. 'Okay, Isla..breathe. This isn't the worst she has done.'"It sure looks like you're about to go punch someone, you're literally up in flames."I chuckled. "Well, that's not the case." I tried to move but he caught me with one hand. "So, mind telling me why you've been ignoring my texts all week?"I fl
ISLAA frown settled deeply on my face and I hissed. I located Robert's mail on my computer. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my pulse drumming in line with the irritation I felt. My eyes locked onto the name that soured my morning. "Mia fucking bloody Thompson" Because, of course, Mia had to be involved. She was like a stain on a favorite shirt—permanently clinging, refusing to fade no matter how many washes you tried to put it through. I sighed, a very deep sigh. Anyway, what started as a sour day had taken a sweet course. I smiled to myself as my cheeks flushed pink. With an exhale sharp enough to slice glass, I clicked on the "Compose" icon and began typing the message Robert had asked me to send. Subject:URGENT: Cross-Check Attached Details Dear Team, Please review the attached document and fill in your deliverables for the month with the provided prompt.Best regards, Robert Hardy.My fingers hesitated over the send button. Not yet.I stared at Mia’s email ad
ISLAI began to move on top him, riding his dick slowly, his mouth uttering all sorts of pleasurable moan. He moved up, his broad chest glistening beautifully with sweat, whilst pressing against my boobs. He gripped my waist firmly with his strong hands, pressing me against him and helping me to meet his own hard thrusts. "Fuck!" He growled as I felt my walls tightening around his taut flesh. I was so close to seeing stars, so fucking close! The pleasure got me gasping for breath. It was just enough to kill and revive me. We began to move faster, the room was completely filled with the slapping sounds of flesh hitting each other, my moans and his growl reverberated through the entire walls of his private suite. "Oh fuckkkk!" I yelled as I reached my climax."That's it, cum for me." He commanded with a raspy voice, his lips crashing against mine and claiming me in a fervent kiss. He rode me through my orgasm, his tongue thrusting into every corner of my mouth. "Robert," I cried out
ISLAHis hand flew to the button of my blouse, his fingers tugging impatiently at it. I helped him undo the buttons, worried he would rip the material off if I had not intervened. As soon as the shirt slid of my shoulders, he got a hold of it and threw it somewhere at the foot of the bed. I moaned out a small protest, because I was definitely going to need to wear that shirt back! How typically impatient, but still, how I loved it. He took off his pants and added it to the blouse at the foot of the bed, followed by my skirt. All this he did in a rushed movement. Soon we were completely naked on the bed. He was lying on his back, while I crawled up in between his legs. His cock stretching hard and tight in front of me, the pink cap growing a darker shade of pink. I grabbed it firmly as I worked my way throughout his entire length. He was very huge. I let my finger trail every single vein on his shaft, feeding my eyes with the beautiful art. I watched his eyes go dark from both the ple
ISLAWith that, he seized my lips in the fiercest kiss ever. His head swinging left and right as if to find the perfect position to devour me. He thrusted his tongue deeply into my mouth, swirling it and tasting every corner of my mouth. His hands wrapped around me firmly. I returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, the butterflies having a fiesty party in my stomach and bursting repeatedly, spreading warmth throughout every fiber of my being. He pulled me closer till I felt his bulge, it didn't take me a minute to feel hot all over, my pussy throbbing badly and craving to be penetrated by his big cock. I clung to him desperately as the kiss deepened. All of a sudden, Robert swept me off my feet bridal style. He moved away with my hands wrapped tightly around his neck. I anticipated what he was going to do next, my chest heaving slightly in sweet horny curiosity. He didn't break the kiss. He carried me in his arms towards a corner of his office and stretched out his hand to press a but
ISLA A silence settled between us again. It was very awkward and I was feeling so much uneasiness. The feeling of guilt gripped my neck tighty, almost choking me to death. His fingers began to trace lazy patterns on my back, like he couldn’t bear to stop touching me or just simply keep his hands to himself. The feel of his finger against my skin sent cold shivers down my spine, making me freeze momentarily. Then he spoke, quieter this time, his thumb gently grazing my lip. "Are you bothered about something? Do you wish to talk about it?" I instinctively leaned up, placing a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth. "It's nothing important, trust me." The lie was a confident one. Honestly, there were times when the truth wouldn't set you free. This was definitely such times. What happened that night was a terrible mistake that shouldn't have happened, so it didn't happen. The earlier I start thinking this way, the better. He blinked down at me, his brows furrowing slightly and he
ISLAI wasn't expecting Robert to for once in his life make this sort of confession. It caught me completely off guard and made me all the more regretful. Instead of feeling butterflies, I felt dread worming its way into the pit of my stomach. I was rendered speechless. I should tell him that he was wrong, and that I wasn't mad at him. I should let him know the reason I was upset was because I had gotten laid, scratch that because it still sounded decent. I had gotten banged by a total stranger in a night club, while I was drunk and vulnerable. "Isla," He called, shaking me gently. I broke free from my trance and recollected myself immediately. "I don't know what to say." I said in a small voice, which was almost unrecognizable as mine. I swallowed down the heavy lump that was forming rapidly in my throat. He looked at me, concern written all over his face. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said softly.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Mia's words crosse
ROBERTI sat at my desk, trying to focus on the reports Isla had completed the previous week. The numbers and charts seemed blurred together, failing to capture my attention. No matter how much I tried to immerse myself in the work, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing I was with Bryan the previous days. I sighed as I moved the swivel chair left and right, trying to catch some breath. I tapped my pen against the desk subconsciously, the little drumming sound drowning with my thoughts. I needed to see her, even if I had tried to trick myself into believing that she was just Mason's daughter and that she was more like my ward. Still, I couldn't deny the dangerous effect she had on me. I'd hate to admit that I let her get away with too many things. And that was why when she stayed locked up in her room for days, I blamed myself. I picked up the phone and pressed the button to connect to her extension. "Isla, could you come in for a moment?" I seriously tr
ISLAI kept a straight face, knowing the bee was bound to sting tantrums. "You look well." She stated, eyeing me from the corner of her eyes. "I am." I replied, trying my best to sound as plain as possible. She chuckled suddenly. "You must hate me, don't you?"I gulped back at the slapping truth. Hate was a strong word but still, I couldn't deny the fact that Mia was right, no doubt. Maybe she just wanted another reason to call an urgent meeting in order to embarrass the hell out of me again. How could someone be so annoying? I suddenly couldn't help but wonder what sort of daughter she was. I sighed and tried to keep a blank face. "Why do you think I hate you?" I asked in an accusing tone. She chuckled again and I glanced at her, a frown stretching across my face. "Then it's true, you really do hate me."A sweet smile was playing on her face at her own realization. Why exactly was she acting like she was in the seventh heavens, over the thought that I hated her? I remained q