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Dean confession
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2026-08-20 03:42:11
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HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT I'll choose you
Pushing Dean off, I take quick steps back to my car. Vandiver steps out and holds the door open without saying a word."Am I taking you anywhere else, miss?" I look up at him through the rearview mirror and feel a sudden surge of shame grip my chest. I quickly avert my eyes. "Home, please." he nods. The engine roars to life, and I stare out the window. I miss Banks. Three days without him feels like an eternity. I pull out my phone and check it again, but there is still no reply. No answer to my messages, no reaction to my clips. I know I shouldn't call him, but a part of me feels like we are on the verge of a total collapse. If this drags on any longer, we might never be together again.Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I dial his number and sit up straight as it begins to ring. My nails dig into my wrist, praying he picks up.He doesn't.I glance back toward Vandiver. "Did... Did—" Our eyes meet again, and another wave of shame washes over me. "Did you call him?""No, miss."
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT We broke up
"It was a calculated strike. He couldn't come after me directly without suffering immediate corporate annihilation, so he targeted you, expecting your ruin to bleed into my operations." "I am sorry, sir. I brought his wrath onto your perimeter." "Apologies are useless," I remind him and he nods "Fighting this through the state appellate courts will only result in a dirty, drawn-out media spectacle. We don't play defense." Carlton holds his breath, watching me intently. "Talk to the finance team, lawyers and buy the entire surrounding municipality," his mouth falls open. "Every street, every utility line, and every piece of adjoining acreage. We turn the entire district into a private commercial development zone." Carlton’s eyes widen. "Mr. Banks... the capital required... " I pass him the envelope and cross my legs "Naturally, funding it entirely ourselves would create unnecessary exposure," I agree "I'll request a luncheon, you send invites to his fiercest rivals and gove
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT Banks sees
HOUR OF THE PROPOSAL. "Come in." The heavy oak doors to my top-floor office swing open. Carlton steps inside, looking as if he hasn't slept in a week. His tailored suit is slightly rumpled, and deep shadows ring his eyes. "You can delegate your duties, Carlton," I say, without looking up from my desk. "You look terrible." He offers a weak, strained smile, staring down at the polished marble floor. I push back from my chair and descend the short flight of stairs toward the private seating area where he stands motionless. Something is severely wrong. "You requested an urgent meeting," I prompt, leaning against the arm of the leather couch. Carlton inhales sharply, but no words come out. I am deeply familiar with this posture—the agonizing pause of a man torn between swallowing his pride to ask for salvation or clinging to his dignity while he drowns. But this is Carlton. I have known him for over a decade. He is as pragmatic and sharp as they come. "Do you need time off? A leave
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT Dean confession
"Open your eyes," Dean whispers. I open them, a triumphant, desperate smile rising to my lips at the thought of drawing Banks out of hiding. The smile dies instantly. The air leaves my lungs in a sharp, strangled gasp. I take two hasty steps backward, my hands flying over my mouth. Dean stands before the open trunk of his car, extending a massive arrangement of white lilies toward me. "We were just kids when you came into my life, Eleanor," Dean begins gently, his blue eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my blood scream alarm. "Dean... no," I whisper, shaking my head, my brain struggling to process the visual overload before me. Behind the lilies, filling the entire trunk, is a breathtaking, elaborate installation of deep red roses, Four bold words spell out in its middle: **BE MY WOMAN, ELEANOR** "You stood up for me when I couldn't stand up for myself," he continues, stepping closer. "Because it was four against one!" I've only little memories of Dean and I. No
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT Cancel with Dean
I send one last message, holding my breath as the screen dims.Nothing. Not even a read receipt. I think about calling Anthony or Carlton, only to realize with a sickening wave of desperation that I don't have either of their personal numbers. Not like I actually will anyways. But, every bridge to Banks was built through him, and now that he’s gone, I’m left stranded in the dark."Eleanor?" I take a deep, unsteady breath and force my eyes away from my phone, looking across the table at Dean. I called him out today to do what I should have done weeks ago."I want to cancel the contract, Dean." He doesn't flinch. He doesn't even blink. He just sits back in his leather chair, his dark blue eyes tracking every line of my face. "That’s sudden. I thought we're on same agreement about the release for the launch.""I’m sorry," my throat tightens"Can I ask why?""It’s personal.""The launch is in three months, El." I look down, biting my inner lip so hard I taste copper, my hands curling int
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT Seam stress
I wake up hours later with a splitting, metallic headache and the sound of frantic shuffling nearby. For a disorienting second, I think the penthouse is being breached. "Anor..." I mutter instinctively, reaching for her. My voice thick with sleep, my chest aching with the ghost of her weight against my side. The space beside me is cold. I reach blindly for my glasses on the nightstand, but my fingers strike empty air. I swing my arm out toward my phone instead, knocking a glass vase off the mahogany edge. It hits the floorboards with a shattering crash. "An—" 'Dean.' My head falls back onto the pillow with heavy, sickening resignation as the brutal memories of yesterday flood back all at once. I’m not at the penthouse. I’m at my mother’s estate. "G-Good afternoon, sir," a nervous voice stammers from the doorway. A maid stands clutching a freshly laundered suit jacket to her chest. "I... I am so sorry, Mr. Wellington. I didn't mean to wake you." "Do you have anything to
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT Not a request
ELEANOR POV Fucking a man is a humiliation ritual unless he’s worth something: beauty, money, influence... or a good dick. Banks has it all and he's quite good with them. All. My request for "time to think" isn't because I’m looking for a relationship. Men like him don't do "girlfriends." But being
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT Eat me
I just came apart without penetration. Really felt my whole body shake. “𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘹𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” My ex-boyfriend says multiple times. I lift and look up at Banks, tears threatening to drop. “Thank…” I
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT Red room
ELEANOR I’m not a nun. I’m not a virgin. So when he looked at me, kissed me and said driver will pick me up- I knew I'm here to get fucked. And here I am, standing in a room that's bathed in deep red lighting. Whips, chains, and cuffs line the walls with toys I've never seen but can't wait to
HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT The arrangement
BANKS POV The moment I step inside this perfume store, a sweet voice wrapped in fury greets me. She is facing off against a typical, entitled customer. "Customers are always right!" the man, maybe fifty years old and puffing with self-importance, barks. "That's a getaway mantra for retards with no o
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