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He pounces first,latching his hand around my neck and pulling me in to feast on my lips. The kiss isn’t soft or slow. It’s hard and punishing,nips and bites. I give back what I get,biting his lower lip.and pulling and receiving a tortured grunt in return. He pulls me closer and I end up straddling his thighs and grinding feverishly against his hard length. He grips my waist whiles trailing his mouth down my neck. “If you keep this up,i’ll be coming in my pants like a teenager.” He growls against my neck and halts my waist movements. I whimper in reply,baring my neck for him. I push my hands into his hair and pull his head back,pulling a grunt from him and his eyes focus on me. “I want to taste you.” I say,biting my lips nervously His eyes follow the movement and his pupils dilate, followed by a curse. He lifts me in one swift movement to position me in a kneeling position between his legs and palms himself through his sweatpants,hooded eyes still focused on me. My mouth wate
The apartment is on the third floor of the tall building and has two bedrooms as Lillian mentioned before we left. It is not luxurious but it is nice and spacious enough for the two of us. Also,it wouldn't raise any brows concerning our new identities and our backstory. I enter my room to check for clothes that have been picked out for me. Because this new person of.mine is really not my style. Sure enough,there's pencil skirts and shirts of various colours and shades. And for casual wear,i’m a little happy to see baggy shirts and joggers and some baggy jeans too. At least i’ll be comfortable when i’m not at work. I inspect the rest of the room and notice that there is a picture of me and Liam with our “parents” standing behind us and Christmas celebrations all around. It’s obviously me and Liam. Only,we look younger than we are now. Way younger. This picture was before the car crash that killed them. I take a quick shower and got to the living room dressed in the comfy clothes I
The motors whirred underneath us like some abed beast, constant and deep. I leaned back in the leather seat, at last heart coming to a near enough repose—but I was no fool. Liam was warming up. He flipped the page in his folder like reading from a holy scroll of business war. "Okay," he said, "phone calls." My gut tightened again. "Phone calls?" “You’ll be answering them, screening them, returning them, redirecting them. Ninety percent of your job is managing people—clients, board members, PR, press, family members, even jealous exes. You’ll be the voice they hear when your boss is too important to speak. So your tone has to say: Yes, I’m calm. Yes, I’m in control. No, you’re not getting past me.” "All that pressure for simply saying hello," I grumbled. He smiled. "There is no 'just' anything in this business. 'Just' a calendar change? Could cancel a million-dollar meeting. 'Just' a delay? Could be a PR nightmare. Your job is to act every second like it matters—because it does.
The plane was too motionless for my personality. Private aircraft were not supposed to be akin to questioning rooms, and yet there I was—tethered at thirty thousand feet across from my older brother, Liam, as he started what I could only describe as Basic Training: Personal Assistant Version. He shuffled through a stack of papers as if he were briefing a soldier preparing to head out on a combat mission. Technically, I hadn't even started the job yet. But to Liam, the moment I signed on the bottom line, I'd been in a combat area. "Rule number one," he muttered, not looking up, "anticipate. Don't ask." I flinched. "Okay… like anticipate what?" "Everything," he said, deadpan. "Their coffee order. Their agenda. What they're worried about. The email they didn't send but will scream at you for not reminding them to send. You're not there to take orders, Ev. You're there to prevent disasters before your boss even gets a whiff of smoke." I wrote it down in my own little notebook,
“I’m going to ask questions,Corven. And you’re going to answer. I understand that I cannot change anything here,but help.me understand,yes?” He puts his documents aside and sits up,nodding and looking serious. Good for him because I'm absolutely pissed. “Alright,spitfire. Shoot.” “How did anyone know that I speak French and Japanese?” He smiles lightly “We spent a lot of time together after we signed the vowshroud. I saw you reading French and Japanese books. No one would read books in languages they don’t understand.” “Right. Why am I the complete opposite of this persona? She’s the absolute opposite of who I am,Corven. Whose idea was this?” “The idea was all my mother. She thought that the more different you are the better. Also,your persona does not draw attention. She’s perfect for undercover. She doesn't attract attention and the last thing we need is attention. It’s perfect.” I grind my teeth,annoyed that I'm actually agreeing with the reasoning behind Evelyn Hart. “
A jet. A private jet. Not surprising,considering that back in velrith Dominion the Arkael's are also a legacy house and an absolute big deal. But damn,there's a lot I didn't know about. This is my first time on one and my family probably owns one too.Turns out that almost all the houses have headquarters here in the modern world. A lot has been happening under my nose.“So,I'll let you read through your new role and get acquainted with her,whilst I do the same. Then we'll get into questions and teaching you everything you need to know,yes? There's information about me too that you should know as well,considering we're siblings. We should know each other well.”Corven says from across me. He's pretty laid back about this whole thing. As if he's done it before. I'll not be surprised if he says he has. With the nature if their role in veltrith Dominion,I'm sure they have had to go undercover to eliminate people.“Right. I'll do that.”He nods and gets into his document,while I grab min