Logan’s pov. Saying farewell to Salena and our colleagues, we bid them goodbye at the resort. Once outside, I decided to dismiss my driver and take the wheel myself. We embarked on our journey in silence, the car gliding along as trees and streetlights faded into the distance. Mia, sitting beside me, gazed out of the window, lost in her thoughts. I kept my focus on the road, a frown etched across my face, my eyes fixed straight ahead. Occasionally, my jaw clenched tightly, betraying the turmoil within. Yet, even in my peripheral vision, I noticed her presence. After a deep breath, Mia broke the silence, her voice quivering with trepidation. "Mr. Mancini, you don't have to drop me off at home. I... I feel really bad for Salena. She was so excited about her time with you. But..." Her words trailed off abruptly, interrupted by the sudden screech of the brakes as the car came to an abrupt halt. Her voice had triggered an emotional avalanche within me, threatening to overwhelm my self-c
Sarah’s pov. The next morning arrived with a breathtaking sunrise. I stirred in Alex's arms, feeling his comforting presence. Slowly, I opened my eyes to behold the sight of the most handsome face lying before me. I couldn't resist the urge to shower him with affection. I leaned in and planted gentle kisses on both of his closed eyes before giving a sweet peck on his lips. Carefully untangling myself from his tight embrace, I yawned widely and stretched my arms, feeling the pleasant morning air fill my lungs. I smiled to myself, reveling in the fact that I was naked in his loving arms. Grabbing a bedsheet nearby, I gracefully wrapped it around my body, finding comfort in its warmth. Curiosity beckoned me to the adjacent balcony of his room, where I stood, observing people jogging and children joyfully playing outside. The sky painted a beautiful hue of blue, adorned with wisps of clouds. The melodious chirping of birds filled my heart with a sense of inexplicable warmth. Never bef
Bella's pov. It had been a month since I moved in with Ryder. He called me to get ready, as we were going to a house party. "Oh no, Ryder, what am I going to do at that party?" I argued. "I don't want to hear any excuses. I just want you to come with me. Be ready at 7. I'll be there early, and we'll go together to the party," he ordered. "Wear my favorite green dress." As we arrived at the party, everyone started gathering around Ryder. He always had that charm that drew people in. They whisked him away, and I was left alone. I sat there, feeling increasingly bored and regretting my decision to come. Just as my disappointment grew, Kate approached me. "Bella! How are you? I heard you started living with Ryder?" she asked, her tone accusing. "Y-yeah, actually, he wanted me to move in with him because..." I tried to explain. "Oh, Bella, don't give me that crap. I know exactly what it means to live together," she spat with a hint of animosity. "No, no. We're just friends. Nothing
Ryder's pov. Kate approached me with a determined expression on her face. "Ryder, we need to talk," she said firmly. "Kate, I'm not in the mood..." I attempted to dismiss her, but she was relentless. "Please, Ryder, just talk to me once," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. I let out a sigh, realizing she wasn't going to give up. "Okay, I'm listening," I relented and turned to face her. "Not here," she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "There are too many people around. If someone overhears us, it will become news," she said, her eyes filled with innocence, accompanied by a subtle pout. I nodded, understanding the need for privacy. "Fine, but I don't have much time. Please make it quick," I told her directly. She gestured for me to follow her, and we made our way towards an empty room. As we entered, I waited for her to begin. "Do you remember when we were together? Everything felt so perfect," she said, batting her long eyelashes, tryin
Bella’s pov.Ryder took me home with a dangerous promise. My heart was pounding in my chest. He said he would punish me. What did he mean by that? After reaching home, he dragged me towards his room and threw me on the bed. "Are you ready, baby girl, for your punishment?" His eyes darkened as he measured my body from head to heel. I could not speak; I just stood there, licking my dry lips, waiting for his punishment. He sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs wider, resting his elbow on his knees. He watched me for a long moment and said, "Come here." He gestured with his head to come near him. And I obeyed like a lovesick fangirl. My body was acting on its own, as if he had hypnotized me in some way. I was drawn to him and his charm incredibly. "Over my knees," he ordered in his dominant voice, and I moved ahead and sat on his lap. He flipped me and I bent over his lap. My head was hanging down in the air and my ass was up over his knees. I gasped when he pulled my dress up to
Logan's Pov. Alex, Ryder, and I embarked on a crucial meeting, one that held the potential to shape the future of our mafia empire. We entered a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. This was no ordinary gathering; it was a meeting with a rival gang, one that had recently expressed an interest in a truce and potential partnership. Their leader, Mark, a tall, imposing figure with a scar etched across his face, stood at one end of the room, flanked by his trusted lieutenant, Robin, a man known for his cunning and ruthlessness. As we took our places at the table, the atmosphere crackled with a mix of apprehension and determination. Mark's cold, piercing eyes locked onto us, assessing our every move. I could sense the underlying power play at hand, the delicate balance of negotiation and survival. With a subtle nod from Alex, I took the lead, opening the conversation with a carefully chosen set of words. "Mark, Robin, we appreciate your willingness to sit down and discuss a poss
Ryder's pov. We were gathered at Max's bachelor party, the atmosphere charged with excitement and revelry. The club pulsated with energy as laughter and music filled the air. Strippers adorned the stage, captivating the attention of the men in attendance. One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display. As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap. I couldn't help but be intrigued by Logan's actions. In my wildest dreams, I never anticipated that he would reject the advances of a stripper at a bachelor party. It left me wondering what his reasons were for abstaining from the indulgences of the
Alex pov. After informing my friends that I wouldn't be joining them for the party, I enjoyed a dinner with Sarah. She had arranged a very romantic candlelight dinner for us, and I didn't regret staying with her because she looked stunning in that white tube dress. Only I knew how I was restraining myself from engaging in explicit activities with her over the dining table. As we dined, she kept asking about my day while I gazed at her beautiful face. We had engaging conversations, and I enjoyed hearing more about her. I felt conflicted, wondering what was wrong with me. A maid came and cleared the table. "So do you want to have desert, baby?" I asked her. "Yes, I love ice cream after dinner. What do you like to have as a dessert?" she innocently inquired, unaware of my preferences. I gently held the nape of her neck and pulled her face closer, feeling her warm breath on my lips. "No, baby, I want to have you for dessert," I whispered, releasing her nape and tugging at the corner