Aaron, an FBI agent, pretended to be a driver to obtain evidence against Hilaire Clinton, accused of money laundering. He had planned everything except one thing: to fall under the spell of his daughter who would become an obsession for him. “Fuck me.” “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Each has his little hidden secrets, his regrets, his moments of panic, his desires, his wounded hearts and his broken souls. Many people come in and out of our lives, some leave us scars, regrets and others leave us good memories. We live in a world where sex reigns, love almost disappears, a world where it is better to imagine or invent a life, a world where lies have taken over but whatever we do the truth will always be there and will burst at an unexpected moment. Hilary Clinton had just blown out her eighteen candles when the idea of discovering the effects of sex crossed her mind, she fantasized about the new driver, the latter, being a secret agent, had integrated into the Clintons' house in order to obtain evidence against the daughter's father who will become an obsession for him. Lost between work and envy, Aaron could no longer back down unfortunately. “Fuck me.”She told him in a breath. “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Will he resist for a long time?
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“Harder Aaron, harder.” Shouted the blonde as he went back and forth in the depths of her vagina.As their bodies twisted together in a supreme ecstasy, Aaron's hand went from the blonde's nipple to her clitoris, which increased her desire and unsustainable levels.It was paradise on earth.The blonde continued to moan, about to reach orgasm while the man had not stopped, his kidney strokes were doing faster and faster.“I'm almost there.”Said the woman as the man made his first growl. Aaron woke up with a start and sweat.“Calm down, it was just a dream, calm down.” He told himself. He got excited when he saw the bump formed under his pants; he hated this kind of dream because he always ended up in the shower, making the bump disappear.Only 26 years old, Aaron Stevens was a secret agent and worked for the FBI. His new mission was to pretend to be a driver in order to break into the Clintons because apparently Hilaire Clinton, the most respected billionaire in the United States was suspected of money laundering.Already six years since he was part of this world, Aaron had never failed in any of his missions.Being the only son, he has always been the little prince of his parents who now lived in France, his job did not allow him to live there but he often visited them.After taking a bath, Aaron lay down, picked up his headphones and put on a lot of music in order to change his mind.Single for five months now, he decided to take a break from sentimental relationships in order to focus on his job. Yes, did you know? Maybe after he will find someone and get married.According to this recent research, the so-called Hilary Clinton, the girl he will have to drive everywhere if accepted for the job, is one of these spoiled children, these annoying and naughty girls who think they are allowed everything. Would he have to endure her whims? Would he be able to endure it until he finds evidence against her progenitor? Evidence that may not exist because he was not sure who was laundering money.Getting carried away by the rhythm of the music, Aaron closed his eyes and then reopened them when he realized that his cell phone was ringing, he replied.“Allo.”“Aaron Stevens, you have the position. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow for the first hour.”A big smile appeared on his lips, it was really necessary to celebrate; he phoned his best friend Andro Altidor and they made an appointment in the same club as usual.Andro was like a brother to him; being also a secret agent, only he could understand it. It's now been six years since they knew each other but it looked like centuries because they were so close.A few minutes later, the two men were together and hugged each other, perhaps the last time he would have fun because each had their mission and had to concentrate.After drinking a few drinks, he went home and sank into a deep Sleep.A new day awaited him tomorrow."I'm legal now"“Happy birthday.” Said in chorus Jaina and Hilaire, Hilary's parents. The two gave her a huge hug.It was a special day for her because she had just turned eighteen and was now of legal age, a big party would be organized in her honor, it was always so during her previous birthdays.Her parents had just gone out, she was alone and was waiting for the arrival of her best friend Ganaelsy; she was the only one who understood her, the only one in whom she had a blinding confidence.Her ear tight against her chest, she was already excited at the idea of going out in a club, drinking alcohol, everything and her smile disappeared thinking of the new driver who will arrive soon.s She had a discussion with her father two days ago and the latter concluded that she will have a driver; her father would surely have the audacity to ask him to make a report on all the places she would visit. Annoyed, she threw the pillow at the other end of the room.“Hey, we're calming down.” Said Ganaëlsy who had just returned to his room.Again smiling, she threw herself directly into her arms.“Welcome to the world of the big ones, the world of partygoers.” They took each other in their arms once again.“I am legal now.”“To look like you’re legal, you must start by changing the decor of your room.”Hilary's room was very spacious and equipped with devices such as: a computer, a large screen but there was also a small library with books.There were photos of her and Ganaelsy everywhere but also photos of Kalash the rapper so much. she loved this artist and movie posters without forgetting the stuffed animals there.Sulky, she did not answer and wanted almost nothing to change about the decoration, nor to get rid of her stuffed animals.“I'm going to get your gift, I'll be back soon.”She said, placing her cell phone on a table near Hilary's bed. Hilary closed the door twice and picked up her friend's cell phone to watch a porn video. She had felt pleasure when looking at it last time and wanted someone to make her enjoy this pleasure.But not just anyone.She was completely wet when she heard her friend knock, quickly dropped off the cell phone and opened it to her.She had a gift wrapped in her hands, Hilary took it and thanked her.“What were you doing with my cell phone?” Damn! She had just been caught.Ganaëlsy was more experienced than she and talked to her all the time about the pleasures experienced during her sexual intercourse, she had to integrate this world at all costs.But how?“You know my dear, you will only have your satisfaction by trying and not by taking advantage of my absences to look at them in MY LAPTOP. Who knows how many times you've done that.”She hid her eyes with her hands, red with shame, she did not want to see her friend's expression. It was also not worth making a whole cheese for a small video but not just any one.Her last romantic relationship was two years ago, the latter could not satisfy her desires; she did not like the way he touched her, caressed her and preferred to make the best decision to leave him.Fortunately, her mother returned to her room at the same time, it would spare her her friend's sermons.“Mom,how are the preparations for my birthday progressing?”“Super good! Your father is in his office and would like to see you. I think your new driver is there too.”Says Jaïna.“But mom I'm eighteen years old now, I can drive alone,”Hilary replied.“You know how your father is.”Furious, she went to her progenitor's office.To rot his life until he resigned was what she intended to do. Aaron got up early, warned the FBI agents and went to the Clintons after he had finished preparing.Ellipse of the journey.From the outside, the house was remarkable for its grandeur and sumptuous shine. There was a security system.Inside: there were two floors with a terrace. A huge living room that would look on a garden where there were flowers of all colors and swings; a basement where bottles of wine, whisky were put...After being announced, Aaron waited for Hilaire in the living room with a fifteen-seater sofa filled with soft cushions and a large fireplace just in front of the sofa.“Hello, I'm Aaron.”“I know who you are.” Hilaire interrupted him, who invited him to follow him to his office.They sat down.“I have to start by telling you that my daughter is very hard to live with.”Aaron did not doubt it.They heard knocking and then the door opened, revealing a young woman with angelic faces with a flat forehead, and a small Greek nose; her eyes are almond-like, her look is simply bright and sparkling. Her lips are thin at high commissures while her ears are short, small... Her face is particularly smooth, blooming in white color with swollen and pinkish cheeks.She was the famous Hilary Clinton, much prettier in real life than in the photos; Aaron's eyes stopped on her chest, he could see her big breasts so she wasn't wearing a bra.“Dad, did you call me?”Not even a hello to the unknown.“My daughter, this is Aaron, your new Driver.”Aaron got up and stood in front of her.“I'm here to serve you, Miss.” He said.“Go to hell.” She told him before going out.She will not make it easier for him apparently.He sat down again.“You just noticed it for yourself.”“Indeed.”“She is eighteen years old today and I think it will be more and more difficult to master her. It's our fault, we spoiled her too much.” Admits the man with a hint of sadness in his voice.“What do you want me to do?”“That you drive her everywhere and then give me a detailed report of all the places she frequents, from whom she sees. Do not drive to the club.It's the age of madness...Aaron no longer paid attention to what the man said; how could he prevent her from going somewhere? He was there only to take her where she would like to go and not to serve her as a bodyguard.“Keep an eye on her and I will add to your salary.”His salary? Of course yes, they should address the subject because he really did not know how long he would work for them, for many apparently because with this huge house, he would not find the evidence overnight.After reaching an agreement, he decided to leave.“You will start tomorrow because today we are organizing a big party.”He nodded and left.His hell or could be paradise willl start tomorrow with this capricious girl.The boss's daughter.The days that followed were a blur of hospital visits, hushed conversations, and a growing sense of unease. Andro, his body battered but his spirit unbroken, lay in his hospital bed, his eyes focused on the woman who sat by his side, her hand gently clasped in his. Ganaesly, her heart filled with a mixture of love and relief, watched over him, her presence a soothing balm to his wounded soul."Ganaesly," he whispered, his voice raspy, his eyes filled with a deep and abiding love. "Will you marry me?"Ganaesly, her eyes widening in surprise, her heart pounding with a mixture of joy and disbelief, smiled, a radiant smile that lit up her face like a beacon of hope. "Yes, Andro," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, her tone laced with a mix of love and happiness. "Yes, I will."They embraced, their love for each other a powerful force, a healing balm, a beacon of hope in the midst of the darkness. They had been through so much together, had faced so many challenges, had end
Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger, sat in the backseat of the car, her gaze fixed on the window, her mind racing with a sense of unease. The car was speeding through the night, the headlights cutting through the darkness, the windshield blurring with the onslaught of the night. She didn't know where they were going, what her father had planned, or what awaited her at the end of this perilous journey. "Dad, where are we going?" she asked, her voice a low murmur, her tone laced with a mix of apprehension and desperation. Hilaire, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his face a mask of stoicism, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a sense of determination, didn't answer her. He was silent, his mind consumed with his escape, his thoughts focused on his survival. He knew that he had to get away, that he had to disappear, that he had to outrun the law. "Dad?" Serena asked again, her voice a low murmur, her tone laced with a hint of urgency. "Please t
The phone call had severed the fragile thread of calm that had held Aaron together. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with a sense of dread. He knew he couldn't waste a moment. Serena was in danger. He had to get to her. He rushed out of his apartment, his feet pounding on the pavement, his mind filled with a sense of urgency. He had to find Hilary, she was the only one who could help him. He needed her help, her understanding, her support. He arrived at the Clintons' house, his breath catching in his throat as he rang the doorbell. He had never been in this house before, never seen it from the outside, never imagined himself standing on the doorstep of this opulent mansion. But now, he was here, driven by a sense of desperation, a sense of urgency, a sense of purpose.Hilary, her heart pounding with a mix of surprise and confusion, opened the door, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw Aaron standing before her, his face etched with concern, his eyes fil
The opulent hall, once pulsating with a symphony of greed, was now a chaotic whirlwind of panic and fear. The auction, a sinister spectacle of human trafficking, had been abruptly halted by the sudden, unexpected arrival of the police. The air was thick with the scent of fear, a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air, as the attendees, their faces contorted in a mixture of shock and terror, scrambled for the exits.Andro, his eyes scanning the crowd, his mind racing, his heart pounding, saw the police swarming in, their faces determined, their guns drawn, their movements swift and precise. He knew that they had been tipped off, that someone had called them, that their operation had been exposed."We have to get out of here," he said, his voice a low murmur, his tone laced with a sense of urgency. "They're going to shut this place down."Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and fear, her eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding around them, felt a surge of adrenaline co
Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and a sense of apprehension, found herself alone in her hotel room, a sense of isolation and unease washing over her. Her father had just left, his presence lingering in the air, a silent reminder of the danger that surrounded them. He had come to inform her that he was going to work, a clandestine meeting, a secret rendezvous that he couldn't divulge. She had asked if she could accompany him, a desperate plea to be closer to the action, to witness the truth, but he had refused, his gaze cold and distant, his tone laced with a sense of finality.He had left without a word, his bodyguards and his assistant flanking him, their faces obscured by dark sunglasses, their steps purposeful and silent, their movements conveying a sense of urgency and a sense of danger. It was night, the city outside her window a blur of neon lights and shadows, the streets alive with a symphony of sounds that spoke of a hidden world, a world of secret
Days blurred into nights, a relentless cycle of deceit and subterfuge. Serena, consumed by her mission, oscillated between the guise of a dedicated intern and the clandestine pursuit of her father’s secrets. The weight of her betrayal pressed down on her, a constant, gnawing ache in her heart, yet she justified her actions as necessary, a means to an end, a path to justice.One evening, at precisely 8 pm, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of Aaron. He had requested a meeting, a need to speak to Serena, a sense of urgency in his voice that she couldn't ignore.She found him standing in her room, his gaze searching hers, a mixture of concern and passion in his eyes. He reached for her, his touch electrifying, and she surrendered to his embrace, a whirlwind of desire consuming them both. The kiss was a desperate plea for solace, a desperate attempt to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos that consumed their lives.Their bodies intertwined, seeking comfort and connection,
Serena stood before the mirror, her reflection a testament to her meticulous preparation. Her first day at Hilaire's enterprise was upon her, and she had chosen an outfit that embodied both professionalism and a subtle hint of alluring confidence. She wanted to appear capable, intelligent, and ready to learn, but she also wanted to catch her father's eye, pique his interest, and subtly remind him of her presence.Her choice was a sleek black pencil skirt, its fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating her figure without being overly revealing. A crisp white blouse, tailored to perfection, adorned her upper body, its delicate lace collar adding a touch of femininity to her otherwise sharp attire. A black blazer, impeccably tailored, draped over her shoulders, completing the professional ensemble. She had chosen a pair of sleek black pumps, their heels adding a touch of height and sophistication to her silhouette. Her hair, usually worn in loose waves, was styled in a sophistica
Serena sat across from her father, Hilaire, at the grand mahogany table in the opulent dining room. The sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the polished silverware and the intricate floral arrangements. It was a scene of opulence, a tableau of power and wealth, a testament to Hilaire's success. But behind the facade of affluence, a silent battle raged, a war of secrets and deceit. Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and determination, took a deep breath. "Dad," she said, her voice a low murmur, her tone conveying a sense of casual curiosity. "I've got nothing to do these days. I'm bored."Hilaire, his eyes widening in surprise, his brows furrowing in confusion, looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "Bored?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "What do you mean, bored? You're a young woman with the world at your fingertips. You can do anything you want. Travel, shop, spend time with y
The opulent halls of the Clinton mansion, once a haven of luxury and warmth, had become a stage for a silent drama, a battleground for unspoken tensions. Days had passed since the confrontation between Hilary and Jaina, their once-close relationship now fractured, the air thick with unspoken resentment. Serena, her keen eyes observing the changing dynamics within the family, noticed the distance between Jaina and Hilary, a subtle shift in their interaction, a palpable tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog. She sensed the unspoken pain, the simmering resentment, the simmering anger. Serena, though aware of the brewing storm, chose not to intervene. She felt it was not her place to intrude, to meddle, to impose herself on a situation that was deeply personal, deeply painful. She had her own battles to fight, her own challenges to overcome. She had her own life to live. But Jaina, her heart filled with a sense of frustration, her mind consumed by a sense of anger, coul
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