Ian‘s POVThat's all she wanted, to be fucked by her ex, how many people allowed their ex to fuck then in an office.“Ian…”I didn’t let her finish, as I pressed my thumb lightly against her lip, silencing her before I took over the position, leaned farther down so we were face-to-face. My warm breath fanned over her cheek, my mouth so close to hers it would only take me tilting my chin down a little to kiss my crazy, asshole ex.“You’re playing with fire, Mai,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.“Then burn me, Ian.” Yup… she went there. She said that.“Maybe I like the pain of your Cock,” she added, unable to stop me. And then I growled, and my lips were on hers.Her hands came up, clutching the front of my shirt and pulling me closer as she pressed back against the couch, my body pinning hers to the piece of furniture.“God” she muttered, I don't know if she was about to get fucked by what exactly.Faster than I could expect, I had her off the c
Chapter one Mona "Please you have to help me." I cried. "And why would I do that?" The older woman sneered. "If you don't help me, my mother will die," I dropped down to my knees, hanging my head while tears poured down my eyes, "All I need is a loan. I swear to repay." "And how do you plan to do that," Mrs. Elliot rolled her eyes, "You don't even have the means to make any money or any property of value." I didn't care what I'd have to do; selling my eggs, my blood, my organs, my dignity. I'd find a way to make back and repay that money. But right now, I was desperate and my mother was running out of time. "I'll get you back your money," I sobbed, "Just help me. I need ten thousand dollars. You know my mother has served your family faithfully for many years." I'd grown up in the Elliot household where my mother had been a nanny and maid. She'd strived and broken her back out of loyalty to the Elliot family, until she had fallen sick. As soon as she hadn't been able to do her
twoMona"What do I have to do?" I asked suspiciously. I didn't trust Mia. She was a rich, spoilt kid who would never suffer any consequences for her actions. I was sure that whatever she wanted me to do was illegal. If I ended up in jail, my mother would have no idea what my fate had been. The last thing she needed with her weak heart was any sort of stress or concern to aggravate her issues. "As I said, something very simple." She repeated, "All you have to do is seduce a man." I jolted, eyes going wide with shock,"S-seduce a man?" I screeched. Irritation filled her face, "Hey, not so loud!" She snapped, "This is a super secret mission between you and I. If this gets out, I'll deny ever speaking to you. So what do you say, are you serious about saving the cleaner's life?"My hands curled into fists at my sides and i nodded eagerly, "What do I have to do?" In my twenty years of age, I'd never had a boyfriend, I had no idea how I was supposed to seduce a man. But as long as such
Mona"I'm here for the party," I told the bouncers at the door nervously, hoping they wouldn't see through the rented dress and shoes and realise I was a fraud. "No invitation, no entry," one of them said derisively. I pulled out the black card and held it out to the man. He collected it carefully and flipped it over, accessing it closely. After a moment where my heart pounded like drums in my chest, he nodded and stepped aside. "Welcome to Rose Vine hotel." He saluted.I stepped into the tastefully decorated foyer, trying not to slip on my four inch heels and fall on my face. My jaw dropped open as I took in the chandeliers, and expensive decor. It looked like something from those shows mama and I used to watch on the television, while envisioning ourselves having that sort of money. I snapped my jaw closed when I noticed someone staring at me curiously. I couldn't afford to look like I was an imposter here. My legs carried me deeper into the building to where men and women floa
Mona"W-what?" I stammered. "I didn't think you had it in you honestly," she continued laughing, "All I said was that you should get some incriminating photos with him. But I guess a win is a win anyway." "Is your engagement with him broken?" I asked, eager to get this over with. "Of course. Father is about to release a press statement announcing that his precious daughter won't be marrying such a monster," she said happily, "I am finally free and it's all thanks to my quick thinking. Mother would be so proud of me." "So our deal is over?" "What deal?" She asked flippantly. Confusion made my eyebrows pull down low, "I don't understand. You got what you wanted. You owe me a check for fifty thousand dollars.""Oh darling," she drawled, "I have no idea what you're talking about." My blood immediately ran cold, "I don't understand. What do you mean by that? We had a deal!" "What deal?" Mia laughed, "I don't make deals with pathetic scum. Why would I? It's not like I need your help
Muna"We're leaving," Ian said to me. I was still processing the words when he bent, picked me up like I weighed less than a feather, and began to walk back to his car. The camera flashes resumed with a vengeance, and through my haze, I spotted several of the reporters staring after us in shock. "Let me go." I tried to wiggle away, but he held on tight. "Not a chance, Miss Carter." He said in a hard voice, "You started this, and you're going to finish it." A dark promise rang in his voice and I shivered in terror, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I was in deep trouble, I could just feel it. Ian didn't strike me as the sort of man who just forgave and let things slide. The question wasn't if he was going to have his revenge for the assault, the question was what he was going to do to me. He dropped me into the passenger seat of the car and buckled me in before going around to the driver's seat and sliding in. Before the paparazzi could get over their shock, the car had pe
Mona’s eyes scanned the grandeur of the mansion, her mind still reeling from the absurdity of the situation. The lavish chandelier above her sparkled like a thousand stars, casting a soft, golden glow across the marble floors. Every inch of the place seemed crafted to showcase excess—rich mahogany furniture, glistening vases of exotic flowers, and walls lined with portraits that screamed old money.She couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of disbelief.Ian’s voice broke her momentary distraction, his words low, teasing. "I know you're just a local girl, not used to anything like this. But don’t worry, Miss Carter. You’ll be staying here while I get my money back from you."His breath brushed against her skin, cold yet somehow passionate, making her skin prickle with unease.Mona stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she turned to face him. "That's none of my business," she said flatly, her tone hardening. "Just make sure you don't touch me."She walked past him, each step measured, the s
The mansion was eerily quiet when Mona finally made her way back to the guest room that Ian had assigned to her. The luxurious space felt suffocating, its opulence a reminder of the world she was now tangled in—a world she neither understood nor wanted any part of. The weight of Ian’s words still echoed in her mind, the venom in his voice lingering like an unshakable shadow.She locked the door behind her, feeling a small sense of control in the simple act. The room was cold, but she didn’t care. She stepped into the bathroom, closed the door behind her with a soft click, and stripped off her clothes, letting them fall to the marble floor. The cool air stung her skin, but she welcomed the chill, needing something to snap her out of the whirlwind of thoughts that kept spinning in her mind.As she wrapped the towel around herself, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wild, her hair disheveled, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She barely r
Ian‘s POVThat's all she wanted, to be fucked by her ex, how many people allowed their ex to fuck then in an office.“Ian…”I didn’t let her finish, as I pressed my thumb lightly against her lip, silencing her before I took over the position, leaned farther down so we were face-to-face. My warm breath fanned over her cheek, my mouth so close to hers it would only take me tilting my chin down a little to kiss my crazy, asshole ex.“You’re playing with fire, Mai,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.“Then burn me, Ian.” Yup… she went there. She said that.“Maybe I like the pain of your Cock,” she added, unable to stop me. And then I growled, and my lips were on hers.Her hands came up, clutching the front of my shirt and pulling me closer as she pressed back against the couch, my body pinning hers to the piece of furniture.“God” she muttered, I don't know if she was about to get fucked by what exactly.Faster than I could expect, I had her off the c
Ian’s POV“Common, get your hands off me, Ian!” she growled, her tone a mix of irritation and defiance. My fingers tightened around her arms as we navigated the dimly lit corridor toward my office. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, a stark contrast to the chill of the sterile surroundings.As we reached the door, I took a moment to gather my composure. With a swift motion, I grasped the doorknob and turned it, my urgency palpable. I kicked the heavy door open, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet hallway, and we stepped inside, the world outside fading away."Please give me some space and allow me the time to be by myself for a while.”I pushed her to the couch, rage surging through me, I felt like punching her guts."What's wrong with you, Mia? Please, tell me," I urged, lowering myself to her level, my eyes searching hers for answers. I squatted close, our faces almost touching, the tension thick in the air."What do you truly want? I'
Mona’s POVI drove slowly down the winding gravel driveway until I reached the small, rusted gate, its hinges creaking in protest as I pushed it open. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, the sun filtering through the branches of the ancient oak trees that lined the path to the apartment. As I approached the door, an unsettling weight settled in my chest. It swung wide open, a gaping mouth that seemed to beckon me into the unknown.“Mom?” I called out, my voice trembling slightly, but the silence that enveloped the space was deafening. A cold shudder ran down my spine, and panic began to seep into my bones. I stepped inside, my heart racing, and started to search every room, each corner cloaked in shadows. The familiar scent of her lavender candles hung in the air, but it felt oddly suffocating.I raced up the staircase, calling her name with increasing desperation. "Mom!" My voice echoed in the stillness, cracking under the strain of worry. But there was no response. With ev
Mona’s POVAs I stepped into Ian's room, the familiar scent of his cologne—a mix of cedarwood and spicy cinnamon—enveloped me like a warm embrace, instantly transporting me back to those carefree days filled with late-night drives under starlit skies and laughter that echoed through the night air. The room was a chaotic reflection of his personality, with keys haphazardly scattered across the cluttered bedside table and wardrobe doors thrown open, revealing a disarray of wrinkled shirts and jeans tumbling out like a laundry avalanche.Amidst the chaos, my eyes landed on the keys to his Toyota Camry—the only car he had patiently taught me to drive on those sun-drenched afternoons, our laughter mingling with the sound of tires on pavement. A wave of nostalgia crashed over me, reminding me of those moments when everything felt so simple and right.My mother had been at the forefront of my thoughts for months now, her absence weighing on me like a heavy anchor. I could no longer bear the
Ian’s POVThe room was packed—executives, lawyers, shareholders, even a few smug interns pretending they belonged. Everyone looked polished, precise, pretending they weren’t all silently judging the delay. The air was stiff with anticipation, sharp like glass about to shatter.I couldn’t sit still. The deal was moments from collapsing. The final signature? Mia’s. The genius behind the entire project. The brains, the blueprint, the only one who could pull it off. And she was nowhere.I checked my phone. Nothing. Not even a ghost of a delivered message."Where the hell is she?" I mumbled, pacing behind the long glass table while everyone avoided my eyes.I stepped out of the conference room, heart hammering in my throat. The hallway felt colder. I dialed her again—voicemail. Again. Straight to voicemail.“Pick up, Mia. Come on…”Fifth call. Sixth. I stared at the screen as if it owed me answers.Still nothing.My throat tightened. I called her mother.“Ian?” she answered, surprised. “Mi
MONA – POV“Mona? Mona, are you okay?”The voice felt distant—like it was echoing through a long tunnel. I blinked slowly, my head swimming, limbs heavy. Was I dreaming?“Mona!”SMACK!My head snapped to the side from the force of a slap. My eyes flew open.“What the hell?!” I gasped, jerking upright.I was on the couch. My chest was heaving, heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. My tongue felt thick. My mouth was dry. My limbs? Numb. I looked up to see Ian standing over me, a look of concern mixed with exasperation on his face.“You slapped me!” I barked, dragging my legs off the couch.“You weren’t waking up!” Ian shot back, throwing his hands up. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes! How long have you been out?”I blinked at him, my brain still foggy. “I don’t know—when did you get back?”He checked his watch, then crossed his arms. “I got home over three hours ago.”Three. Hours.I screamed.Ian jumped back, startled. “Whoa! Okay—calm down!”“Three hours? Are you serious?!” I wa
Author's POVShe ran like hell was licking at her heels. Her breath tore from her throat in jagged gasps, eyes wide and glassy, barely seeing where she was going. The night was cool but her skin burned, slick with sweat, heart pounding loud in her ears like war drums. She didn’t dare look back. Not once. She didn’t need to. Brown’s rage was enough to propel her forward, each step screaming with a desperation that only comes when you know—know—you’ve just danced with death and somehow slipped away with your soul.Her boots pounded against cracked pavement, weaving through alleys until she burst into the open light of the main road. Neon signs blinked like watching eyes. Cars hummed by, indifferent to the storm in her bones.And then—tires screeched.A black car jerked to a stop right in front of her. She stumbled back with a startled gasp, ready to bolt again, until the driver’s window rolled down.“Well, damn. That you?”The voice was like velvet and trouble wrapped in sarcasm. Her ey
Brown's POV"What the hell are you saying? You can't bring the documents containing Ian's business deal with the Europeans?" I growled, my voice rough as gravel, slicing through the air like a blade. My fist slammed into the oak table with a thunderous crack, shaking the glass and papers that sat on its surface. She flinched, her body recoiling instinctively. Her wide, glossy eyes stared at me—frightened, wounded. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to bolt, but too broken to run."I—I'm trying my best, Brown. It's not easy to work as a help in a toxic home just to get valuable documents," she stammered, voice trembling, hands wringing together. Her lip quivered as she took a shaky step back, brushing her knuckles over her cheek.“I killed their cook… in the name of getting this…” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard, trying to compose herself, but the fear in her gaze betrayed her strength.The words hit me like a slap. Killed? That was unexpected, even for her.She backed
Flynn’s POVBut Mona wasn’t having it. She stepped into the doorway, blocking my exit. Her presence filled the space, making the already small hallway feel even more suffocating."No, no, no, Flynn," she said, shaking her head in mock sympathy. "You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on." She crossed her arms tighter across her chest, making sure I knew she wasn’t backing down. "You don’t just sneak out of here without telling me where you’re going. You work for me, remember?"I bit my lip to keep from snapping. Mona had this habit of reminding me of my position every chance she got, and it never failed to get under my skin. I didn’t want to fight her, but I knew I had no choice. If she got curious enough, she’d find out more than she needed to, and that would put me in even more danger."I’m just... taking care of some things. Personal stuff." I repeated, my voice a little more forceful this time, hoping she'd buy it.But Mona was no fool. Her sharp eyes bored into