INICIAR SESIÓNI'm at a loss for words for a moment as I take in his smug response. In his mind, he probably—hell, no. Not probably.He certainly believes he's doing me a favor by allowing me to work outside his office, even though it's just a door separating both spaces.Annoyance swirls inside me, but I don't know what to do.Each time I voice my discomfort to him about something he's done, he presents me with a far worse option as a solution.Asking if I prefer to work inside his office instead is just a no-no.I think I'll manage just fine out here.Blinking off my daze, I glance at the cozy section again, then back at him before shaking my head defiantly. "No. I'm good... I think," I trail off skeptically.He notices my uncertainty and counters, "You think? If you're not okay out here, mi esposa, you can always let me know. I want you to work in a conducive space where you feel safe and comfortable."I'm surprised. But I know this is too good to be true.Narrowing my eyes with slight optimism,
I think I was wrong earlier when I said being outside again isn't any better than remaining locked up in my room.After I step out of the car, I greedily draw in a lungful of the fresh, cool breeze blowing against my face, reveling in the bliss that flutters through me. I even shut my eyes briefly to savor the experience.Gosh, I can't recall the last time I felt so free. Even though my freedom is still limited and restrained, for the first time in a while, I feel alive again.I feel strangely content.And I feel like this is the dawn of a fresh start.But is it, really?A wave of sadness slowly washes away my delusions as I'm hit with my cruel reality again when I remember there's still an ankle monitor strapped to my leg. A reminder that I'm still under the intense scrutiny of Carl Sorrentino.So much for the dawn of a fresh start.I'm still stuck with this heartless monster; there's nothing like a fresh start here. It's more like the dawn of a new torturous adventure. And I'm not i
My heartbeat slowly calms from its violent pounding by the time I eventually regain my composure. It took every ounce of my self-control, but I pull myself together anyway, choosing to let the anger fade.Since there's not much I can do about it, I convince myself that he's not worth the trouble.Exhaling sharply, I cast a glance at the mirror to observe my reflection once more, and also the stunning necklace around my neck. A rush of thrill ripples through me, and excitement flickers across my pale expression.This is seriously the best gift ever since it easily lifted my spirits with the knowledge that I still have it on.Anyway, recalling that my husband is downstairs waiting for me and the warning he gave me that I shouldn't waste any more of his time, I move away from the mirror and head over to grab my Birkin handbag from the table where I placed it earlier.There's not much to carry along since I'm a newbie who knows absolutely nothing about the role of a secretary.So without
When his order hits me, I almost lose my footing, but I regain my stance.I'm slightly trembling when I eventually give him my back after a moment of reluctance. My heart pounds erratically with anxiety, and I have to ball my hands into fists to regain my composure.It feels surreal, what's currently happening, so you can't blame me for my reaction.I didn't for a second think Carl could be... I don't even know what to call it. This man tends to surprise me every time with a new emotional trait.Staring at our reflection in the mirror in front of us, his frame towers behind mine. His gaze is fixated on my neck, and I can't help the gulp that passes down my throat when I notice that look of lust in his expression.I might be mistaken since he hardly shows emotion. But the way his gaze is trailing down my neck right now, you'd think he's contemplating whether to plaster a hickey across my skin, to let everyone else know that I am taken. Or better still, that I am his wife, as he always
"W- what?" I exclaim, utterly bewildered as I stare down with widened eyes at the electronic device he just strapped to my ankle. I snap my gaze back at him, "You can't do that. This is a violation of my privacy."Pulling away from me, he retorts with a mocking scoff, "What privacy? This isn't a camera. It's just a device for monitoring your movements, esposa. After what happened the last time, you don't expect me to let you out freely without precautions now, do you?"My head nearly explodes with disbelief. I cannot believe my ears nor the nonsense he's spewing in defense of this criminal act. Yeah, this easily passes as a criminal act because what right does he have to put a monitoring device on me?What the hell is the meaning of this?I feel my annoyance resurface, my jaw clenching tight with displeasure. "This is not right. I don't feel comfortable having this thing on me.""Why?" he asks flatly.My brows knit together in confusion because I can't fathom his response. Why? What t
WHITNEYI can't believe I'm really going through with this shit.Well, it's not like I have a choice. He didn't exactly give me one when he came in last night.Annoyance bubbles within me at the memory of his disturbing nonchalance when he presented me with my new job offer.He didn't even give me the chance to say no, like he said to me the first time I asked him. He must be used to getting whatever the fuck he wants, always.Anyway, as much as I hate his guts, I remind myself I'm not doing this for him.I'm doing this for me. I'm simply choosing to pick my own battles.A scowl forms on my face even as I dust off excess makeup from my cheeks.I'm staring at my reflection in the dressing mirror, and there's no trace of enthusiasm on my face whatsoever. If anything, I look very annoyed.Normally, anyone in my shoes would be excited at the idea of finally getting some fresh air after being locked up for so long—finally escaping this prison of a room. However, knowing it's just leaving h
"They're lying to you... Don't listen to them!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I approach the receptionist with fright.Considering my unexpected outburst and the way she's staring at me with confusion right now, she probably thinks I've lost it.Concern lines her brows as she takes me in. "Exc
I shake my head in disappointment as I listen to my mother speak on the other end of the phone. She sounds genuinely worried.She's relaying everything Ava told her about what’s happened to us in the last two weeks.Down to the part where we went to Carl's house for revenge for Jayden. Can you beli
"...Might as well drop the act and let me fuck you right here."He pumps one digit inside my soaked pussy and my whole body wrecks with forbidden relief.Fuck.This wasn't the plan...My erotic trance is shattered as the familiar, sharp ringtone of my bedside alarm pierces my ears.My eyes snap ope
Safe to say, my plans have tragically gone south.I've been caught by the devil — something that wasn't supposed to happen tonight.My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the monster hovering above me. His dark eyes are menacing as he stares right back at me, intrigue written across his features







