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Tarzan clicked the unlock button on his car, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut.The engine roared to life as he pulled away, beginning the drive home.One hand rested loosely on the steering wheel while the other propped up his head, his elbow planted on the driver's-side armrest.His cheek leaned against his fist, half-lidded eyes fixed lazily on the road ahead.He looked more bored than bothered, as though the argument he'd just walked away from hadn't affected him in the slightest.*It's been a whole damn year... and she suddenly shows up again, acting like nothing ever happened.*His jaw tightened ever so slightly.*The penthouse she lives in screams money. The only reasonable explanation is that she's Ricardo's daughter-in-law*His grip on the steering wheel tightened.His wireless earpiece chimed, slicing through the silence."What?"Tarzan answered, his voice flat."Don't 'what' me," Mr. Reynolds snapped, his irritation crackling through the line."Where th
Tarzan raised an eyebrow.*She really wrote them down? I guess she is still as adorable as always*His eyes were on her lips as she continued."And number two..you should not..".He cuts in“Why shouldn't I smoke or do drugs?” She swallowed hard, keeping her eyes fixed on her notes to avoid his piercing gaze. “How can you ask that so nonchalantly? Because drugs are bad for your health. You’re only twenty-four—you’re going to start having organ problems before you even hit thirty. And worse, you’re a public figure. You have to be more careful about the life you’re living. I… I really don’t know if I could handle all of that as your manager.” “You’re talking about my private life. That’s none of your business,” he interrupted coolly. Lena looked up and met his eyes. There was no emotion in them. “But as your manager… it is my responsibility to be involved in your private life.” “Let me make this clear. I need a manager who answers to my senior boss, handles sponsors, and takes ca
“So,” he said flatly, “you took advantage of me while I was drunk?”Lena’s eyes flew wide. “What?”“You heard me.” His voice stayed eerily calm, but something cold flickered beneath it. “I don't remember everything from last night. I wake up here, in your apartment, tasting you in my mouth. What else am I supposed to think?”“No!” She snapped, her voice cracking with a mix of fury and mortification. “It was you. You were the one who went down on me, Tarzan—Mr. Silver. I tried to stop you. I told you it wasn’t right, that you were drunk, but you… you wouldn’t listen. You were insistent. And I—”She broke off, the words dying in her throat as the memory crashed over her in vivid, unwanted detail: his strong hands gripping her thighs, the relentless, skilled press of his tongue.Tarzan stared at her, unblinking, the seconds stretching like hours.Then, almost imperceptibly, his jaw loosened. “…Then I owe you an apology.”Lena dropped her gaze, her cheeks still flushed. “You don't have
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The next morning, Lena stirred from a deep, dreamless sleep as her alarm blared through the quiet room. Her eyelids, heavy with exhaustion, fluttered open. The moment her vision cleared, her breath caught in her throat. Tarzan stood beside her bed, half-naked, wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs that did almost nothing to conceal the impressive, thick outline of his cock curving heavily down the side of his muscular thigh. “Ahh!” Lena gasped, bolting upright and clutching the duvet to her chest. “Good… good morning, Mr. Silver,” she stammered, her face instantly flushing with heat. She forced her gaze upward, refusing to let it drift downward again, though the image had already burned itself into her mind. Tarzan said nothing. His expression was unreadable as he turned and walked out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. Lena’s stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly, reminding her just how long it had been since she’d last eaten. A delicious, savory aroma wafte
"So when I grow older, then I can marry you?" She laughed. "It doesn't work like that. I will also grow into an old woman. You don't want to marry an old lady, right?" She demonstrated, shaking her hand. "The old lady is you." "Yes, but..." "Yes, I will marry her." "Eww... It's... um.
She had something about her that made it impossible for me not to stare. I was completely stunned.For the first time, I noticed every detail of a person's face.A bit surprising for a shy kid who barely maintained eye contact with anyone, not even his parents.Her eyes were dark brown. Her nose wa
When we finally reached the old abandoned house where I was supposed to be living for now, my personal guard, Damon, was already there waiting with two others. Seeing that I was trying to get her out of the car alone, he stepped forward to help. "Young master... may I...?" "Stand back," I ordere
LENA'S POV What a day... I drifted through the rest of my shift like a shadow, barely present. Julia and the girls noticed. They gently pulled me aside and told me to take a break—they'd cover for me, they wouldn't say anything to the boss since she's still on maternity leave. I whispered a sh







