LOGIN"You’re just too old to handle me,” I spat in fury. “That’s why you won’t f*ck me.” His eyes turned feral. “What did you just say?” he growled, stepping closer. My breath hitched, and heat pooled between my legs. “I said you're old—and not man enough.” He grabbed my chin, lips inches from mine. “Baby girl, when I’m done with you, you’ll beg this 'old man' to stop. You won’t just know I’m man enough—you’ll feel it in every inch of your sore, trembling body.” ***** At 40, architect Lorenzo De Vito has built a life of discipline and control—until 23-year-old Emily Ross steps into his world. She's bold, ambitious, and irresistible, awakening desires he buried long ago. Lorenzo knows she's off-limits, a risk to his career and reputation, but her teasing smiles and undeniable chemistry make her impossible to resist. As the tension between them ignites, the line between control and surrender begins to blur. Will he resist the temptation or risk it all for the one woman he shouldn’t want?
View More“Oh, yes, Liam, faster, don't stop," I heard the breathy moan of a woman followed by the grunt of a man. The man's voice all too familiar but I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, it couldn't be the same Liam.
I saw the clothes scattered on the floor looking like they had first started it here before taking things further to the bedroom. But still I didn't want to believe it. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the bedroom and I stopped at the sight in front of me. The door was left ajar so I could see everything that was happening inside. I froze as my jaw dropped. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't seeing things. It wasn't another Liam. It was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of seven years. I felt an indescribable pain in my chest like something just plunged their hand into my chest and ripped out my heart, I was shattered, broken. He was too lost in pleasing another woman that he hadn't even noticed me. He had his head thrown back in pleasure with his eyes closed as he thrust furiously into the woman who was on all fours and I just stood there watching—my heart breaking into pieces. I don't know how it happened. Maybe he felt the daggers I was throwing at him but he finally turned and our eyes met. He stopped as he quickly pulled out of the woman. “Emily, I can…I can explain,” he said as he quickly covered himself as the woman turned, looking at me with disdain for having interrupted them. "Explain? What other explanation can you give to the fact that I just saw you balls deep inside a woman that isn't me,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “Is this her?" the woman asked and that was when I turned to really look at her and I couldn't help but feel insulted, “This…Liam, this is who you cheat on with? Some chestless flat ass bitch!” I spat, as my eyes burned with tears but I pushed them back, "Seven years Liam, seven years, I gave you…” "I didn't ask you to, okay, yes we were madly in love in highschool but this isn't highschool anymore and you're a clingy bitch who wouldn't leave me alone," I gasped as I looked at him in shock. For a moment I couldn't speak. Did the guy I imagine getting married to and having kids just call me a clingy bitch. Wow. “So I'm clingy Liam, then why didn't you break things off? Why? Why did you make a fool of me?" I asked and he had the guts to shrug, “The sex was good, until you started acting weird," hearing him say that was like a punch to the guts. “Suddenly I'm a weirdo Liam," I said, nodding my head as I looked at him, murder running through my mind. “A weirdo," “You should probably leave," the woman said and I narrowed my eyes at her in slits. “Fucking open that mouth one more time and I'm cut off your tongue," “Don't fucking talk to her like that!" Liam snapped protectively as he took a step towards me and I took a step back in shock. “This is what it is?" I asked as my voice cracked, the pain was too much and what was even more painful was that there wasn't any ounce of regret in his eyes, he didn't care. “Was I just a joke to you Liam, someone for you to toy with for seven years?" “Look Emily, I don't have the time for this. I told you it was the sex but you started getting wild Emily. Tie me up Liam, spank me, choke me, what type of freak are you?" He said and the woman laughed and I couldn't help but join her but for a different reason. “All these years I had thought I was with a man, I didn't know you were just a boy wasting my time. You know what? Fuck you! You can fuck whoever you want! We're done,” for a moment I saw something flash in his eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. Without another word to him, I turned on my heels and walked out of the room and then I broke into a run as I ran out of the house I thought I had good memories in. I had expected to hear the sound of his footsteps following me wanting to explain things to me, to make me feel better. But I heard nothing. He was happy to let me go. I had been nothing but a burden to him. It had only been the sex. I got into my car as I closed the door angrily, and I couldn't hold it any more, I burst into tears as ugly sobs came out of my mouth. How could he do this to me? I had given him my heart, I had loved him unconditionally and he threw it away like it was nothing. All the plans we had of a family, everything—gone. I cried as I rested my head on the steering wheel. The way he had looked at me like I was the stranger in the room and not that woman. He had humiliated me, insulted me. What did she have that I didn't? I know how men look at me because of my body, there wasn't a room I entered that heads didn't turn. And then he chose to cheat on me with someone who isn't as half as beautiful as I am. I covered my mouth trying to silence my cries. I suddenly started wiping my tears in anger despite the fact that they kept falling. He wasn't worth my tears. No man was worth my tears. I have learnt from my mistake and giving my heart to a man would never happen again. I gave Liam seven years and he wasted it, from today henceforth men were made only for sex and no man would ever own my heart. With my chin held high and tears rolling down my eyes I made a vow. Never ever love a man again.The sound of little feet echoed through the wide hallway, followed by laughter that bounced off the tall walls. Nico’s voice rang out, full of excitement. “Dad! Mom! Our new house is so big!” I turned my head and saw him running, his tiny arms stretched out like he was flying. His eyes sparkled as he darted from one side of the living room to the other, stopping only to peek into the rooms as if each door hid a treasure. “Wow! It’s endless!” he shouted, spinning in a circle before running again. Lorenzo’s deep laugh filled the air, warm and rich. He leaned against the doorway, his eyes following Nico’s every move with pride and amusement. Then he turned to me, and that look he always gave me—the one that made my knees weak no matter how many times I saw it—softened into something only meant for me. He reached out, pulling me against him in one swift motion. Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on mine. The kiss was deep, hungry, yet tender, as if he was reminding himself
The gala was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above the ballroom, casting golden light across polished marble floors. Music floated through the air, soft and elegant, while laughter and voices filled every corner of the vast hall. People from all over the world had come tonight—architects, businessmen, politicians. All dressed in their finest, all sipping champagne, all smiling as though nothing dark could exist in this world. But my eyes weren’t on them. They were scanning the room, searching for only one face. Emily. I told myself I would keep calm, wait for the right moment, wait for Carter’s signal. But the second she stepped through the tall glass doors, the second I saw her walking into the light in that dress—my heart skipped a beat so strong it almost hurt. God. She looked so beautiful. Her brown hair spilled over her shoulders, her dress hugged her body perfectly, and her eyes… they shone like they always did, soft yet strong. She blended into the crowd, try
The moment I pushed open the front door, I barely had time to take a breath before a small body came rushing toward me. “Mama!” Nico’s little arms wrapped tightly around my legs, squeezing with all his strength. His soft hair brushed against my hands as I bent down to scoop him into my arms. His warmth, his laughter, the way his little heart beat against mine—it was all I needed after the storm of emotions I had just been through. I kissed the top of his head, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Oh, baby… I missed you.” “You said you’d come back soon,” he said, his voice muffled against my neck. “And you did.” Tears pricked my eyes again, but this time they weren’t only from pain—they were from relief. From hope. I set him gently on the ground, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Mommy kept her promise.” From the living room, I heard Jane’s voice. “Finally! I thought you were never coming home. You’ve been gone for hours.” I stepped into the room, trying to gather
The elevator doors closed behind me with a soft sound, and I let out a shaky breath. My hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting with the strap of my bag. I had done this hundreds of times before—meeting new clients, walking into big offices, putting on a confident smile. It was part of my job. But today, my heart felt heavier than usual. Mr. Ricardo had called me earlier in the week. He told me he had referred me to one of his close friends, someone who needed my services. He didn’t tell me much about him, only that he was powerful, private, and a man I could trust. Trust. The word twisted something in me. Because trust was not something I gave easily anymore. Still, I agreed. Work was work, and I needed to keep pushing forward—for Nico, for our future. So here I was, climbing floor after floor in a glass elevator, trying to shake the uneasy feeling sitting low in my stomach. I thought of Nico as the numbers lit up above the doors. He hadn’t wanted me to leave. He’d clung to me tightl
The study was quiet. Too quiet. I paced back and forth, the hem of my silk robe brushing against my ankles, my bare feet sliding across the rug. My chest was tight, my breath shallow. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. The house was big, but I knew he was here. I could feel his presence upstairs. Lorenzo. He had come home earlier, but something about him was…different. He hugged me, yes. He smiled at me, yes. But it wasn’t the same. His touch was stiff, his eyes sharp in a way I hadn’t seen in years. It wasn’t the dazed, foggy look I had grown used to. It scared me. I clutched my phone tighter in my hand, pressed it to my ear, and whispered, “Something’s wrong, Alberto. I don’t know what, but something’s wrong.” His deep, smooth voice came through the line. “Calm down, Amanda. You’re imagining things again.” “No, I’m not,” I hissed, turning to face the door as if Lorenzo might be standing there listening. “He looked at me tonight like he knew. Like he saw through
The moment I stepped into the house, I caught the faint scent of her perfume. Sweet, cloying, suffocating. Amanda. Before I could even take a full breath, she came flying down the marble staircase like a predator who’d just spotted her prey. Her silk robe flared around her legs, her blonde hair cascading down in perfectly arranged waves. “Enzo!” she squealed, voice dripping with honey, though I heard the venom beneath it. And then she was on me—arms wrapping tightly around my neck, her lips pressing to my jaw before I could dodge. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to shove her away, to peel her arms off me and hurl her to the floor where she belonged. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I finished this game. So I forced my muscles to soften, forced my arms to rise and encircle her in what must have looked like a lover’s embrace. Inside, I was seething. I could feel my skin crawling where her body pressed against mine. To think that I had lived with her…slept beside her…trus






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