LOGINEliana
"Are you alright?"
I barely heard Theo's question while squinting to look down the street. My neighbors were pretty quiet people and we hardly saw each other.
So why...
"Eliana?"
I blinked rapidly and turned my attention to him. He still held the car door open, and his face was marred with worry lines.
"What?" I asked, looking behin
TheodoreMaxwell's face filled the screen, reporters shoving microphones toward him outside his building. He had his hands in his pocket and his jaw working like he was chewing on something bitter."What do you have to say about the Court's decision, Mr Maxwell?""My daughter is unwell," he said. "She needs treatment, not a prison cell."He walked away from the cameras. Leslie had been found guilty on all counts an hour ago. The coverage had been running nonstop since eleven when Mathew texted me the verdict. My PR team had already sent over three separate statements for approval, one got signed, the other two got ignored.My sweet Lily had won the court case. Her photograph came up on screen again, a picture of her giving her presentation at Milan. How they'd gotten that picture was beyond me but the news anchor was using the word resilient for the third time in ten minute
ElianaI flung the phone away from me with a gasp, without thinking. It skidded across the sheets and off the edge of the bed entirely, hitting the floor with a crack. My hand shot up to clamp over my mouth, my heart slamming against my ribs..Serena, oh my god, had she heard my voice?!"Hello? Dad?" The muffled sound of Serena's voice reached my ears. Crap the call was still on. I tried to slide down the bed to pick it up but Theodore shifted beside me, his arm tightening briefly across my waist as he stirred."Mm." His face found my neck and his lips pressed against my pulse. "What is it?"Your daughter is on the phone! I couldn't tell him that because I was afraid Serena would hear my voice again and-Oh!His hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding the inside of my thigh. I stifled a moan as his mouth dragged down my thr
Eliana"I know,"He murmured again, brushing his fingers lightly over my lips. I parted them, moaning when his thumb slipped between them. Something wet dropped on my face.I blinked rapidly, reaching up to wipe it. Water? Another dropped and Theo frowned, raising his head to look at the sky. Fat and heavy raindrops slammed right down on us and the rain came without warning.One moment the sky was warm and dark and scattered with stars, the next it simply opened up and released everything it had been holding, sending everyone screaming and scrambling for shelter.Theodore grabbed my hand, pulling me through the scrambling crowd, his other arm coming around my shoulders. I was laughing too hard to run properly, stumbling after him while he cut through the chaos..He pulled us through a narrow doorway into a covered walkway attached to a building. We pres
TheodoreI have been to Brazil four times.Three of those times had been for business. I had meetings in São Paulo that ran for almost twelve hours. The fourth time had been with Anna, early in our marriage, before we had Serena and in those four visits, I had never once stood in the middle of a carnival and just stared like some fool.Eliana made it impossible to do anything else.She was twenty feet ahead of me with a paper cup of some drink a vendor had pressed into her hands, turning in a slow circle to look at everything happening. I had gotten her dress from a store and best fucking decision ever. The gold patterned dress draped around her lovely figure, mapping out her curves before flaring out on her hips. There were some gold things on the dress that caught the light and made her look like a fairy.Or a nymph. Definitely a nymph. A happy, giggling litt
ElianaPeople usually think that being in the media meant cameras at red carpets and your name and photo splashed across several articles.They weren't wrong, but not all right either. It was more than that.I woke up at six in the morning to some fifteen missed calls from a number I didn't recognize, opened my front door to find two photographers on my porch, clicking their cameras in my face. One of the articles floating around about the lawsuit with Leslie had used a picture from my university graduation that I still had no idea how they had gotten it and my coworkers were suddenly asking me questions directly.It was exhausting as hell.I sat in the courtroom, brushing my fingers against each other nervously as Leslie's Lawyer debated."Miss Ashcroft had provoked Miss Maxwell to answer, eliciting the dramati
ElianaMaxwell's words rang in my head as I walked into Theodore's office....So you're the reason my daughter's going to prison...I set the folder on Theodore's desk and stood there trying to collect myself while he closed the door behind me. My hands weren't shaking and I was proud of that. They wanted to but I wasn't going to give Maxwell that satisfaction, not even privately, alone in a room with just Theodore watching.He did not scare me. I refused to be scared of him."What did he mean by that?" I turned to face Theodore. "Is Leslie going to prison?"He leaned against the edge of his desk, arms folded across his chest, those blue eyes gazing at me softly. "Because I'm pressing charges."My lips parted in surprise. "Against Leslie?""Yeah,"Oh no. Oh yes? Should I be happy
ElianaMy hand trembled as I slid it down between my legs. My fingers slipped between the slick pink folds as they puckered apart and found my clit all swollen and aching. I circled it once and pleasure sparked through me."Slower," Theodore growled while
TheodoreI want to fuck her badly on this desk.The thought slammed into me the moment my eyes landed on Eliana sitting by the table, oblivious to my entrance. Her brows were furrowed, and the deep V on her forehead showed she was deep in thought.
TheodoreI was going crazy. It had been three days since that encounter with Eliana in my office, and I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she felt under my touch, the taste of her skin, the sound of her moans... it was driving me to the brink of insanity.
THEODORE"Fucking hell."The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop myself as Andrew opened the back door for me. I slid into the car, my cock throbbing so damn hard against my pants I thought it might tear through.&nbs







