Mag-log inAdrian's POV."It's tonight," I said, pouring myself another glass of whiskey, relaxing in my private booth with a few of my men standing by my side, the bass of the music muffled. Soft red lights glowed low around the booth. The air smelled of whiskey, cigar smoke, and expensive leather. I stared at the briefcase containing my diamonds. The location has been confirmed and tonight, the buyer is ready with the money and all I needed to do is to get this delivered by tonight."Money.. Money.." I lit up another cigar, so thrilled on the inside. The tip glowed bright orange as I drew in deep. Warm smoke filled my mouth and burned slow down my throat. I held it for a second, then let it out in a long, thin stream. The cloud drifted up toward the low ceiling. The rich taste sat on my tongue. My fingers relaxed around the thick cigar. Heat from the ember warmed the side of my hand. I took another slow pull, eyes half-closed, listening to the deep bass that thumped through the walls like a s
Cara's POV."That brat is nowhere in building,"Elena said, dropping on the couch. I scanned her office, can't even remember the last time I stumbled in here. Soft light came through the wide windows. The air smelled of expensive perfume and warm tea. Some staffs left right after, leaving just us in the office. The door clicked shut. Quiet settled around us."Please, where can I find him?" I stuttered, hoping it sounded very slick. My fingers stayed tight on the handle of the briefcase. The leather felt cool and smooth."You'll definitely find him in his playground by night," She said, her gaze scanning me from head to toe. Her eyes moved slow. "If you have urgent business, go find him by then.""I knew his playground already and now, I have to go there.... damn it" I cursed in my head, biting my lips. It's been a while that I have been in the Valenti casino. I can't play the masked stripper again because of the risk of him finding my identity. He is definitely not going to let me go
Cara's POV.(Another day in the office.)"What's it with your makeup today?" Tony's voice cut through my mind that still unsettled from last night. Still burning from what one man did to me, all laced in foundation and blush... I hastened my footsteps back after I slowed down when he hit me with that question. I never thought he would notice."Umm.. Nothing," I said, my voice a bit shaky and rough as I stuttered a little, caught off guard. We kept walking down the long hallway. Soft light from the tall windows touched the floor. The air smelled of coffee and clean paper. Our footsteps echoed lightly."You just look a bit different. It doesn't bother me at all," He said, his tone calm, walking steady. His hands stayed in his pockets."Good.. I rather have you notice my makeup than the faint mark on my neck." My mind replayed this morning routine. In front of the bathroom mirror I had stood still for a long time. Cool air from the vent touched my bare shoulders. I tilted my head and slo
Cara's POV “Reporters love that kind of story." I said, fixing my tone and my voice, now dead serious. He looked at me, flared up, his eyes bloodshot red but I'm sure he can't do anything. "The reporters will dig. They ask questions at every press stop. Your opponents smile and say, ‘We don’t judge a man’s private life…’ while they make sure every voter hears the rumors. Donors get nervous. Your clean public image cracks. Suddenly your perfect campaign starts to look messy.”"You don't want that to happen at this time of your campaign, Charles," I covered my mouth again and gasped softly, eyes sparkling.Charles’s jaw tightened a little, but he kept drinking. I kept going, my voice light and teasing. I'm going to let him know the list of what I'll do if he doesn't act accordingly. Even though what I really need him to do right now is to give in. Or react to my threats at least. But he still insist giving me anything.I laughed low, the sound bouncing off the bookshelves. I read his
Cara's POV.I stepped into Charles' mansion, making my way through the checkpoints from his few guards. I didn't even have to use his card which felt out of the blue because I was just granted a free pass all the way through. I smirked, wondering if he's given them an order, favoring me since I'm not just anyone now. I cleared my throat loudly, flipped my hair, and entered his house. I didn't stroll around, just found my way to his study.I opened the door hard, saw him seated, working behind his desk. "He must be in full work mode," I concluded in my head, seeing him for the first time in glasses, focused on the papers he was holding. "It's about time —" he said, raising his head, his gaze landing on me sharp. I laughed out loud, taking slow steps into the room. "About time?" I said out loud, so amazed about how diabolical that just sounds coming from the man who ditched me."Sorry that I left you alone after we fucked the other night," he said my thoughts loud, taking his glasses of
Charles's POV."Oh Fuck.. Easy on me, tiger," I said, my voice low and rough, teasing at how hard Elena was fucking me. I folded one of my hands behind my head as I lay on the bed, watching her back so arch as she ground my dick. A thin trail of smoke rose from the cigarette between my fingers. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and tobacco.Elena kept her back to me, riding hard. Her hips rose and dropped in a steady, punishing rhythm. The wet sound of her sliding down my cock filled the quiet. Soft moans left her throat every time she took me deep. Her messy bun had started to loosen. Dark strands stuck to the damp skin of her neck and shoulders. Sweat already shone across her back under the low light.She bounced harder, then switched to grinding, moving her hips in tight, fast circles. She wanted to crack me so bad. I could feel it in the way she clenched around me. Heat built low in my gut. My free hand stayed behind my head while the cigarette burned slow between my fingers. The s
Isabella's POV."Are you sure you won't need a new identity, Ms Vale?" Felix, my personal assistant, asked again from behind me. His voice sounded so heavy with worry.I stood at the long mirror in my room, turning around slowly. The black dress wrapped tight around my body, smooth and cool against
Isabella's POV.“Which do you prefer?” He smirked low.He didn't take a step forward. He just stood still, his voice rose into a deep roar that echoed through the big room.“Tell me!!”My breath caught hard in my throat, as I staggered back, so shocked, finding it hard to believe what's going on ri
Isabella's POVHe didn’t fucking care. He started pounding me hard. Each thrust hit me deep, hitting the end of me, sending sharp pain mixed with raw pleasure through my whole body. The bed creaked loudly under us. Skin slapped loudly against wet skin. My tits bounced hard with every violent stroke
Isabella's POVI stayed calm on the outside, floating in the warm water, but my mind spun fast, not calm at all as I was thinking of my next move. Play the stripper? Make up a name? Before I could even decide in my head, he dropped his white robe. It fell to the floor with a soft sound. He stepped







