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Henry’s POV. Someone knocks on the door, which irritates me because I wake up when the sun beams in my eyes. I look at the door and then press my brows together. I'm suffering from a headache as a result of the alcohol I drank yesterday. But then I hear the familiar voice, and my heart immediately melts. Sarah? Ah, Sarah starts working at my house today. How could I forget? Oh, fuck me sideways; my head is so heavy. My heart is beating with worry as Jessica wakes up after me. I intend to close her mouth before she tells Sarah what happened yesterday, as I can see upset in her eyes, and I know Sarah would hit me in the face if she didn't work here. As she leaves the room, I turn to Jessica and say it forcefully, my voice high. "Leave now, Jess." Don't make me lose patience." Jessica pouts as she grips my neck, evidently annoyed. "I don't care if you punish me; I'll stay no matter what." I groan, attempting to keep my cool as I shove her away. "Sure, go fuck yourself." Jessica slo
Sarah’s POV. Holy crap! What drives me to enter this perilous world? I grumble but still curious about what's going on. I quietly follow Henry's steps till the girl appears from nowhere, cuddling behind Henry; my hands cover my mouth as my heart crumbles. Henry, you’re actually a lady-killer. “Alice?” He asks calmly, untying her hands from his upper body. Alice's laughter fills the room and chills me to the bone. "Oh, Henry, I thought you'd be happy when I came back without injury." The lady has long brown curly hair and an appealing face with morden make-up. She's rather tall, and in her high heel, she's even taller than Henry. She carries a sniper rifle on her shoulder and looks at Henry with flirtatious green eyes. "Glad to see you," Henry says pensively, his voice brimming with rage as he gazes at a magnificent ceramic vase broken on the floor. "But there's no need to do this childish act." Alice takes a step closer, her voice full of delight. "This is my hello to you." He
Henry’s POV. I'm sitting in my office, surrounded by useless paperwork. As I delve into the complexities of the paperwork spread on my desk, the weight of responsibility pounds down on me. When the door creaks open, my secretary Ivy enters the room and bats her lashes against mine. "Good morning, Mr. Lincoln," she says, her voice businesslike but her eyes lustful. "I have your schedule for the day." I nod, knowing she wants me to fuck her, but I never do. As is usual, I show my readiness to listen. "The board of directors is eager to discuss the progress of our latest ventures," Ivy says to begin. "They're particularly interested in the pharmaceutical acquisitions we've made." The meeting is planned to begin at 10 a.m." My eyes light up with enthusiasm at the possibility of navigating these dangerous seas. "Alright," I say calmly. "Let them know I'll be ready." Ivy continues, her voice franker than usual. "You must also go to Mrs. Lincoln's house at 5 p.m. today because it is
Sarah’s POV. The door to the garden swings wide, and Agatha strides in with authority, just as the heat between Alice and me reaches its boiling point. Her harsh visage and no-nonsense approach command attention, prompting Alice to take another step back. "What's going on here?" Agatha insists, her voice firm and commanding. "I can hear commotion all the way from the manor." Alice's smirk remains as she looks at Agatha, who appears taken aback by her appearance. But she immediately gathers herself and puts on a more controlled face. "Look what we've got here, Agatha. This bitch reported a man about something. "I'm certain she's a spy." Agatha switches her piercing attention from Alice to me, raising an eyebrow and quietly questioning my involvement in the matter. I straighten up and meet her stare with determined eyes. "There was a misunderstanding," I say. "Alice thought I was involved in something, but I assure you, I just want to go pee." Agatha's eyes light up with comprehens
Henry’s POV. As the car pulls up to my mother's house, I prepare myself for the festivities. I get out of the car, grateful for my maids' help in organizing things. As I approach the door, I can right away hear the vibrant chatter and laughter within. I walk into the house, greeted with decorations, great food, and familiar faces. I notice my mom across the room, beaming smile as she chats with the guests. The mood is upbeat, and seeing my mom so happy melts my heart. I make my way through the crowd, greeting and hugging relatives and friends as I go. The taste of the delicious food fills the air, drawing everyone to the dinner table. The room is decorated with streamers, balloons, and a banner that reads "Happy Birthday." My mom is dressed to the nines in a magnificent royal blue knee-length cocktail gown. The dress has wonderful ribbons cutting throughout the neckline and sleeves, which adds an elegant look. As I go closer to my mom, she recognizes me and her smile brightens ev
Sarah’s POV. Mrs. Lincoln looks at me for a moment, her eyes piercing. As she finally speaks, her voice is silky and authoritative. "Sarah, isn't it?" she inquires, her tone tinged with inquiry. "I've heard a lot about you," Mrs Lincoln says as she gives me a photo, smirking, "and I must say, I'm intrigued." I swallow anxiously, not knowing how to react. That's the scene Henry and I hugged on the street, according to the photo. "I don't have any relationship with him, ma'am," I say, my voice trembling. "How come you know who I am?" Mrs. Lincoln smiles, a warm and genuine smile that takes me by surprise. "I admire you for that," she says. "My son has never noticed any girls." I cast a peek at Agatha, who nods with pride in her eyes. Before responding, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. When I realize that every maid in this room has overheard my talk with Mrs. Lincoln, I blush. Feeling the other maids' collective focus on me, I swallow my throat and address Mrs. Lincoln sincer
Henry’s POV. My heart is hammering as I follow them to the restroom. I kick every fucking door in the restroom while I growl her name a thousand times but get no response. As I approach the one-of-a-kind closed door, I take a step back and kick straight to the door handle. Since the door has opened, I've noticed Sarah standing there with her eyes welling up with tears, and a man places his hand on her thong. When I witness her cries, I can't stop the blood from boiling in my veins. Fuck! He was raping her. I fired my gun on his head without hesitation. "Hey, get your clothes on," I yell at Sarah, my voice harsh. The distinct smell of blood enters my nose as blood spills on the floor. I kick the body aside and dress Sarah since she continues to stand like a statue without moving. I take her outdoors because I can see her crumbling and her heart racing like hell. I help her down, a worried expression on my face. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask, my voice filled with real concern. Her
Sarah’s POV. I open my eyes to find myself in Henry's room. It's so shamless to say this is my room, but I'm comfortable here. I guess Henry brought me here, and I'm grateful because it was him. When a bang arises in my mind, I touch my head. The scene in the restroom where fuckarst touched me comes to mind vividly as I feel filthy as hell. I'm a virgin, and I intend to give my first time for someone I love. I get out of bed and open the window to look outside. Is it okay if I cry right now, because it's pouring outside? I'm not sure why, but my tears are uncontrollable. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel pain in my pussy. My shadow appears to be feeble and unhappy. To soothe myself, I cross my hands on my shoulders and try to hug myself closely. "Sarah, you'll be fine," I tell myself, letting tears stream. "Yes, you will be fine," the heavy voice from my breasts says. It's Victor, I know. Why would he contact me at 4 a.m.? When I hear a footstep outside the hallw