LOGIN“We shouldn’t be doing this,” his raspy voice dripped with lust and uncertainty as his eyes scanned my exposed cleavages, “your father…” “Shhh.” I stopped him mid-way, placing my finger on his soft lips, “We both want this. I have seen the way you look at me, Mr. Richard. Do not hold back now.” I whispered sultrily. He swallowed hard and I saw him clench his well-chiseled jaws. I opened my mouth to continue my protest when all of a sudden, he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me closer and covered my lips with his in the hungriest manner ever. My body melted, succumbing to his burning desire. *** He was my father’s childhood best friend. He was always there for me since I lost my mother at the age of four. My father grieved hard and found it difficult to recover for many years, so Mr Richard was the father figure I had. However, he left the country after my thirteenth birthday and I almost forgot about him until he returned. I had turned twenty-one and when I laid my eyes on him, all my childhood memories came rushing back. But that wasn’t all there was. I noticed how hot and sexy he looked for that age and how his gaze lingered way too long on my mature body. And then, fate kept bringing us together, all I had to do was call on him. He was just being nice, right? Nothing more should have happened but my body refused to listen to my brain. I wanted him! I wanted him around me all the time, I wanted him to whisper in my ears and punish me accordingly if I did something wrong… I wanted him INSIDE ME.
View More~Elena~A YEAR LATERTime had a way of doing what nothing else could. It softened the sharp edges of things that once felt unbearable and stretched moments that used to rush past me into something I could actually sit in without feeling like I needed to escape. I didn’t wake up bracing for the day anymore, and that alone felt like a victory I hadn’t expected to win so quietly.I stood by the doorway, one hand resting lightly against the frame as I watched Richard across the room. He had Amara in his arms, holding her with a kind of ease that still caught me off guard because I remembered the first time he carried her, how stiff he had been, how careful to the point of almost being afraid. That version of him felt distant now, replaced by someone who adjusted her weight against his chest without thinking, who instinctively rocked her when she shifted, who spoke to her like she understood every word.“You’re doing it again,” he said, glancing up at me briefly before looking back at her
~Elena~I didn’t think I would be this calm standing in front of a room full of people waiting to hear me speak. But I was.Not because I wasn’t nervous, but because the kind of nervousness I used to feel had changed. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was awareness. Awareness that I was no longer telling a story people were trying to interpret through noise.The book launch space was warmer than I expected, not in temperature but in energy. People weren’t whispering in corners the way they used to. They were holding copies of my book, flipping pages, reading quietly instead of tearing things apart online.Richard stood slightly behind me, not in a way that made me feel guarded, but in a way that felt like he was choosing to stay present without taking over. That was new for us. It wasn’t distance, but it wasn’t control either.“You’re staring again,” I said without turning fully.“I’m observing,” he replied.“That’s the same thing,” I said.“It isn’t,” he said.I finally looked at him. “You
~Matteo~I knew something was off before I even touched my phone, and that was not instinct or emotion, it was experience. Numbers behaved in patterns, attention followed rules, outrage had a rhythm, and once you understood that rhythm, you could control it, stretch it, redirect it, or kill it entirely. That was how this worked. That was how I worked. So when things slowed down in a way that didn’t match the pattern I had already calculated, I didn’t need anyone to tell me something had gone wrong.I sat there for a while, staring at the screen in front of me, refreshing the analytics page again and again, watching the numbers stall in a way that made no sense. The article should have still been climbing. Julian’s video should have pushed it further. The narrative was supposed to expand, not settle.“That’s not how this works,” I said under my breath, leaning forward as if getting closer to the screen would somehow correct it.I refreshed again and there was still nothing.A slight i
~Julian~I didn’t go looking for it. That was the first thing I told myself when her name showed up again.I was lying on the couch, my phone resting on my chest, the television running in the background without sound. There was no plan sitting in my head, no next move waiting to be executed, no anger pushing me forward like it had been doing for weeks.Then my phone buzzed.I glanced at it lazily, expecting nothing important, but the moment I saw her name trending again, something in me tightened before I could stop it.“Elena Hale.”I stared at the notification for a second longer than I should have, my thumb hovering over it before I exhaled and tapped it open.“If this is another stunt…” I muttered under my breath.The page loaded quickly. It wasn’t a video. It wasn’t a scandal.It wasn’t even a headline trying to tear her apart.It was her book… live. I frowned slightly, sitting up as I scrolled through the page, my eyes moving faster now, trying to understand what exactly I was
~Elena~I sat in my room, on my bed, working on a new manuscript, which was the second book after the first one I had written. I enjoyed writing this even more than the first one. It helped me recall and replay all the memories I had of Mr. Richard and me.Though I wanted more, and that was finally
~Julain~I got back to New York City and immediately texted Elena, letting her know that I was now in town. I was driven back home, and I knew my father was waiting for me because it was Saturday and he said he was going to be.I was more excited than usual to get back to town, mainly because I was
“You… you look great.” He stuttered, and I let out a wide, knowing grin. He didn’t look bad in his half-buttoned vintage shirt and khaki shorts.He looked casual. Very casual, and he looked very good in it. What doesn’t the man look good in?“Thank you. What were you doing?” I asked as he slowly sa
~Mr. Richard~I sat in front of the fireplace in my study, engrossed in Elena’s manuscript. I must say, she had indeed improved. She took all my advice to heart and executed it perfectly. However, there were just a few minor corrections that wouldn’t take over an hour to fix, especially since I had












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