LOGIN***~~Meghan~~***I feel an intense eyes on me and my gaze shifts.I scan the room only to see Chris.And Sarah Lopez. His Fiancee.This bothers me some, as I never expected to see him here.Hunter, of course sees him. His hand tightens around mine.“Hey, you okay?” he asks as I turn to face me.I force a smile. “Yes, of course. Why not?” I say defiantly.But that's a lie and I'm pretty sure he knows that too.It still hurts but maybe not as much anymore.Maybe that's how it should be. It's no longer about Chris.Not anymore.Hunter's hand slide to the small of my back. “Come, let's sit.”I smile, a more genuine one and let him guide me to our table.Hunter pulls the chair out for me and I settle in, but he doesn't leave. He doesn't move away.He leans in, his breath fanning my ear.“Tonight, do not focus on anyone else but me.”My heart skips several beats at once. My stomach squeezes, his words punching square in my chest, making my lungs forget how to breathe.My eyes trail up to
***~~Meghan~~***Iris stares at me.“Are you okay?” she asks, blinking.“Yes, yes. Sure. I uhm– just kinda slept off.” I say, feigning a yawn.She takes me in. “You look exhausted Ms. Smith. You should probably go home and rest,”“Right, I should.” I say, bitting on my lower lip. Iris glances down at her phone. “I can't find the Lawson’s folder. I've searched my office it's not there. Mr Steele can't find out it's missing. Can I please take a look at your office.”I squint, tilting my head back.Mercifully Hunter is still hiding well.I turn to Iris. “Like right now?”She nods sharply. “Yes,” she mutters. “Please.”I step back a little, letting Iris, albeit with a racing heart.She moves toward my desk. I follow.But then, she pauses.Her eyes sweeping over the folders littered on the floor.Shit.She turns to me. “You roll when you sleep?”I grind my molars. “Sometimes.”She shakes her head. “That makes the two of us. My boyfriend is sick of it,” she says with a chuckle, bending d
***~~Jenaya~~***I collapse into Knox, panting.His hand is in my hair, ruffling it soothingly as we both try to come down from our high.I try to get off him but his hand grabs my waist, stopping me.I stare at him, he has this look— eyebrows all scrunched up.“Do you like me even a tiny bit right now?” he asks, voice calm, not edgy.There's something about the way he's looking at me, like he'd suck if I say no.I tilt my head. “You might want to try a little harder,”“Another round?”I hit his chest lightly. “Don't be a perv, Knox.”A smile breaks through his face a little, then it falters.He holds my gaze, his stare intense.There's just something about the way he looks at me, like I'm a trophy, a price to be won.I used to think it was lust but now I'm not so sure.His hand moves to my cheek, the he plants a soft kiss on my lips before saying. “I want more, Naya. I want everything that's you—body, soul.”My heart kicks a little faster.I gulp nothing.Staring at him without utt
***~~Jenaya~~***I walk toward Knox with a sick smile that leaves him confused.His eyes narrow, then it moves past me.Then he smirks.“Daphne looks pissed,” he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching.“As she should,” I say, picking up the champagne flute from a server. “She came at me. Had to shut up, sorry.”I take a sip of my drink.Knox chuckles, his eyes on me.I turn. “What?”“Nothing.”I thought as much.Because if Daphne thinks she's going to direct her nasty attitude to me, then she'd better think twice.But then Knox inches closer to me. His hand moving to my waist. His breathing has dulled.His lips curls as he pulls me into him. “But I do like it when act all tough.”he says, pulling a stray strand off my face. “It turns me on,” His lips starts to move closer.My heart flips.My pulse becomes erratic.“Knox–,” I mused. “We… we're in public.” I let out, turning to look at the watchful eyes.His hand moves my face back, tilting my chin up until my eyes have nowhere to
***~~Meghan~***He's driving into me, fast, deep.I try to gasp for air. But it gathers dust.Hunter doesn't slow down, like a predator who's eating it's prey, he dives in.His hips twisting, his cock hitting my sensitive spot.I can't take it. I can't breathe right.A moan ripples through my mouth, once, twice.The third one doesn't come.Hunter leans in, clamping his hand over my mouth as he delivers wicked thrust.My moans turns into muffled sounds, my body shaking as he slams into him.He fucks me hard, like I'm being punched over and over again, but in a good way.My vision blurs, my legs shakes.I'm burning from the inside out.I can feel him everywhere. In the deepest part of my core. I swear I see stars.I want to scream.To fold myself into two from the intense pleasure, but his hand is firm against my mouth.His eyes dark and never leaving mine.There's something primal in the way he watches me.My body is trembling against the table. I try to hold on to the edge of it.Al
***~~Meghan~~***He leans in, his hands on the sides of the armchair, caging me.Every nerve in my body is buzzing like it's been plugged into an electric fence.His hand moves to my jaw, lifting my chin up to face him. His eyes searches mine, his mouth so close to mine I can almost taste it.“Hunt…we– we shouldn't be doing this,” I choke out, my pulse hammering. “It's cheating.”There's a bit of pause.“Cheating..?” he asks, eyes on me.But that's technically what it is.The red hair. His post. Her confrontation.All of it flashes before me, twisting my guts.“You can't fuck me when you've got a girlfriend.”He frowns. “Amber's not my girlfriend.”Oh, Amber? That's her name.I scoff, trying to shift back but he won't let me. “What's she then?” I cut in.Silence.I roll my eyes. “Tongue-tied?” I huff. “Just stay off me.”He tightens his grip on the armchair, his body a solid unyielding force, refusing to let me out.What's with this man and restraint? Is that a kink or….“Amber's my







