I couldn't believe it. Sean had disappeared without a word, leaving me alone at home to wonder where he'd gone. Anger bubbled up inside me as I waited for him to return, pacing the living room with clenched fists.When Sean finally walked through the door, reeking of alcohol and looking worse for wear, I was seething with fury. "Where have you been all evening?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. "And how dare you leave without my permission?"Sean stumbled over his words, clearly intoxicated and unable to provide a coherent explanation. I could see the guilt and shame written all over his face, but it only fueled my anger further. How could he be so careless, so selfish as to abandon me like this?But despite my anger, there was also a flicker of something else – a desire, burning deep within me. As I looked at Sean, his vulnerability laid bare before me, I felt a sudden surge of attraction. Maybe it was the alcohol, that I took earlier while waiting for him that clouded my
As I stood there in the bathroom, trying to gather my thoughts, the events of last night played over and over in my mind like a broken record. The taste of regret lingered on my tongue, mixing with the acrid scent of alcohol that still clung to my skin.I couldn't believe I had let myself get swept away by desire, allowing it to cloud my judgment and lead me into a moment of reckless abandon. It was as if I had lost control of myself, surrendering to the primal urges that had lain dormant within me for so long.But now, in the harsh light of day, the reality of my actions hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt dirty, used, and utterly disgusted with myself. How could I have betrayed my principles, and my values, in pursuit of a fleeting moment of pleasure?I wanted to scrub away the memory of last night, to rid myself of the shame that clung to me like a second skin. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the truth of what had happened – I had allowed myself to be consumed by
After a long and exhausting day at the office, I finally returned home, my mind still swirling with thoughts of the embezzlement scandal that had rocked my company. I entered the house, and the familiar scent of home enveloped me. The events of last night and the discovery of financial discrepancies had left me feeling raw and vulnerable, and the sight of Sean working out in the home gym only added to it. I pretended not to notice him as I passed by, keeping my gaze fixed straight ahead. His back was turned to me, and I couldn't bring myself to face him, not after what had happened between us. Instead, I headed straight for the kitchen, my stomach grumbling in protest. I needed something to distract me, something to fill the void that threatened to consume me from within. I ordered some Chinese takeout, not bothering to check in with Sean about his preferences. He could fend for himself tonight – I had enough on my plate as it was. As I waited for the food to arrive, I busied mys
Sean stirred from his sleep, his eyelids heavy with drowsiness as he slowly regained consciousness. The soft light filtering through the curtains hinted at the early hours of dawn, casting a gentle glow over the room. He shifted slightly, intending to drift back into slumber, when he felt something soft and warm wrap around his member.Confusion clouded his mind for a moment until he realized that there was someone beside him in bed. His heart skipped a beat as he turned his head, and his gaze met mine, my features softened by sleep.For a moment, Sean simply lay there, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. He couldn't recall me coming into his room last night, nor could he remember inviting me to share his bed. And yet, here I was, my presence stirring something within him that he couldn't quite name."Hey," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur as I gently nudged his shoulder. I straddled him in one swift motion and buried his hardness deep into me up to
The morning sun trickled through the parted curtains, stirring from my slumber. A lingering chill danced down my spine, reminding me of what had transpired the night before. The sex between Sean and me had escalated to a fever pitch, leaving a bitter taste lingering in the recesses of my mouth. I dressed quickly in a sharp suit and made my way to Whitney Corporation. Someone had been siphoning money from my company and I had a deep urge that it was up to Sean’s father. That old scheming backstabbing two-timing son of a bitch. He was involved in Mira’s death instead of him to be admonishing his son for killing an innocent woman. The grandeur of the building loomed before me, a monument to the empire that Sean's father, Mr. Whitney, had meticulously crafted. The irony was not lost on me. This was my opportunity to salvage what remained of my company, ensure justice for Mira's tragic demise, and lay waste to his meticulously crafted bloody business.Striding through its doors and walk
Knocking on the door, I was greeted by the warm embrace of my mother, her eyes looking concerned."Carmen, my dear, what brings you here?" she asked.I smiled, enveloped by the familiarity of her presence. "I just wanted to check in on you, Mom. Make sure you're doing alright."Her eyes softened, a small smile at the tiny wrinkled corners of her lips. She was getting old at 60. Shame all those Botox injections and treatments had a limit. "I'm fine, Carmen. Just worried about you, that's all."I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm stronger than you think."Her smile widened, a glimmer of pride shining in her eyes."I know, Carmen. You've always had a fire in you. Just promise me you'll be careful, alright?"I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I promise, Mom.”As Marcus and I stood in my mother's living room, the weight of his question hung heavy in the air. Had I forgiven her for orchestrating my marriage to Sean under prete
Sean sat in his car, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. The events of the day had left him feeling unsettled, his thoughts consumed by the woman he called his wife.Carmen.The name echoed in his mind like a haunting melody, He couldn't shake the feeling that Carmen was using him, manipulating him for her pleasure.He drove through the city streets, his gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, catching sight of his reflection. His features were drawn and haggard, the lines of worry etched into his face like scars. He felt a pang of regret as he thought of Mira, of the woman he had once loved with all his heart.Pulling into the driveway of their home, he stepped out of the car and entered the house. The familiar scent of Carmen's perfume. He found her in the living room, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she held out a sleek black box."Sean," she said, her voice soft and inviting. "I bought something for us."My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of the bondage
I stepped into the boardroom of Whitney Corporation.This was it—the moment I had been preparing for, the moment where I would assert my dominance and take control of the company that had once belonged to my father-in-law, Mr. Whitney, the rat, first of his name, the man who had manipulated and deceived me for far too long.With each confident stride, I felt the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. I was no longer the naive young woman who had been manipulated into marriage. I was Carmen Whitney, first of her name, a force to be reckoned with, a woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.I took my seat at the head of the table, and the other board members looked at me curiously. They knew that change was coming, that the days of Mr. Whitney's iron-fisted rule were numbered. And they were right to be afraid, for I had no intention of playing by his rules any longer."Good morning, everyone," I began. "As you all know, there have been some significant changes w