LOGINThen the conversation inevitably shifted to the new boss. “The new boss,” Davis said, lowering his voice but not by much. “Elena Reyes has dethroned every single one of them. That woman is the undisputed queen of this building. Olive skin, those high cheekbones, full dick-sucking lips, and a body that makes you forget your own name. Curves in all the right places. She’s fucking perfect.” “You’re right. Her tits look so heavy yet perky—that’s not something you see every day. And that small waist you could wrap your hands around.” Khar added. “Her ass is the best part of her,” Matt contributed. Khar nodded enthusiastically. “She took the crown the second she walked in last month. Lisa from marketing? Used to be our number-one jerk-off fantasy. Now she’s second place at best. Reyes is on another level. That skirt hugging her hips? I’d rip it off and fuck her raw against the window so the whole city could watch.” Matt laughed. “First day she showed up for the all-hands meeting? I
MITCH POV AT WORK I leaned back in my ergonomic chair, staring at my dual screens, which were displaying rows of digital claim files in the company's cloud-based system. Meanwhile, my mind was miles away. The dream I had last night kept replaying in my mind. Lena moaning and the way her body bounced during the activity was something only my eyes should be able to see. To be frank, in that dream she didn't look as bad as I thought, but the real deal is better, though. Slender. I kept telling myself that the dream meant nothing, but the uncomfortable feeling in my chest when I woke up made it seem real. Moreover, Lena has never left the house and stayed out for a day. No calls, no text messages... nothing. I ran my finger over my hair in frustration. I am better than this bullshit. Six-foot-one, gym-honed shoulders and chest that filled out my fitted dress shirt perfectly, sharp jawline, dark hair, and blue eyes that had dropped panties since college. I can't be stressing ove
We ate in silence for a while, then I looked up and found him staring. What is he planning on doing to me? Could this food be my last meal before he finishes me? He chuckled. "What... what's funny?" "Are you thinking about me harming you? You speak with your face, you know that?" I looked down. "I don't know you... what do you expect? That I trust a stranger fully without getting suspicious about whatever they do? It's a survival instinct." "I assure you I wouldn't hurt you." "I may look weak now, but I was actually very strong when I was a young girl. I always told my mother, 'You don't have a son, but I am a strong daughter who will protect you.' My mother died. I got more emotional, and I don't think there's anything worth fighting for anymore." "I am sorry about your mother". He said, slowly. "It's been years. I am doing much better now". I replied with a smile. He picked at his food. "Lena, I can tell you more about myself, and you can tell me more a
I sighed and glanced down at the plate of food in front of me. Honestly, it looked incredible. The fried rice was perfectly golden, the skewers glistened, and the vegetable salad looked fresh and crisp. My mouth watered. But I didn't reach for it. He was already eating, taking slow bites without looking up at me. "You're not eating," he said after a moment. "I'm waiting." "For what? Permission? I made this food for you, you know." "Not about the food. I want you to tell me why you said my love story was depressing." He stopped chewing and put his fork down. "You really want to know?" I nodded. "Then I'll tell you when you're done eating. Eat before it gets cold." This annoying brat! I looked down at the plate, picked up a skewer, and took a bite. The meat was perfect—juicy and flavorful, just like the one I had tasted before. We ate in silence for a while. The only sounds were our forks scraping against the plates. Then he reached over with his own fork, took meat, and
“I'm not stupid enough to fall for a man who would abuse me,” I said, my fists clenched at my sides. “He was the sweetest man ever.” “Was.” “Is!” His face remained unreadable. “So where did those marks come from?” I rubbed my neck. “Probably a reaction to the new body cream I bought.” “I see,” he replied flatly and said nothing else. Another awkward silence followed. Afterwards, I decided to break it. “I met Mitch when I was sixteen and he was nineteen. We fell in love. It was love at first sight for me.” He said nothing, so I continued. “Mitch treated me like I was glass, an egg... and he wouldn't stay a day without paying me a visit at my workplace. He brought snacks for me too. When my mother's illness became a burden, he helped me out with her hospital expenses.” “Since he came to visit his cousins, he had to leave for college. He bought me my first phone before leaving... we almost made love that night. It was my first time. He was so gentle with it. Having him away wa
Come to think of it, I’ve only ever been with Mitch. I don’t know if he’s too big or if Mitch is too small. No. Mitch was perfect. He fills me up and suits me just right. This is going to be torture for any woman who ends up with someone this size. Thank goodness Mitch isn’t this big. “What’s wrong?” His voice pulled me back. I blinked. “Huh?” “Are you thinking about my dick?” My heart skipped. Why would someone say such words with a straight face? What is wrong with young people these days? Always straight forward. “We are not having that conversation again,” I said tightly, turning away. “Why not? We’re both adults. These kinds of conversations are normal—especially when you’re attracted to each other,” he replied. “No, it’s not. We’re complete strangers who know nothing about each other. And I don’t remember saying I find you attractive.” “You don’t have to say it. It was written all over your face.” He gave me a look that left me speechless for a moment. Then I sco







