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 month had passed. Richard had left the country two weeks ago for work, something urgent that required his full attention, and while part of me missed him in a way that lingered in small, unexpected moments, another part of me needed this space more than I was willing to admit out loud.Because for the first time, I wasn’t reacting. I was choosing.My apartment had become my world again, the soft hum of the city filtering through the windows, sunlight spilling across the floor in the late afternoons, and my laptop permanently open on the small table by the couch like it had been waiting for me to return to it properly.And now, I finally had.I sat cross-legged on the bed, my back resting lightly against the headboard, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I stared at the final paragraph on the screen.The blinking cursor waited patiently. So did the ending.For a moment, I just read it again.The heroine stood at the edge of everything she had known, love on one side, jud
~Diego~The restaurant had finally quieted down, the last of the dinner rush fading into the night, leaving behind the familiar hum of clinking dishes and the low murmur of voices from the kitchen as the staff began to clean up. I stood by the counter, drying my hands slowly on a towel, my mind nowhere near the work in front of me.My father noticed it immediately. He always did.“You’ve been like that all evening,” he said, not looking at me at first as he wiped down the counter with steady, practiced movements, “your head is somewhere else.”I let out a slow breath, glancing toward the door as if I could somehow see through it, past the streets, past the city, straight to her.“Elena,” I said simply.That got his attention. He paused, turning slightly to face me, his expression softening just a little.“What about her?” he asked, curious, like he already knew there was more behind it.I hesitated for a second, my fingers tightening slightly around the towel before I tossed it aside,
~Elena~Richard lay beside me on the bed, one arm tucked beneath his head as he stared up at the ceiling, his other hand resting lightly over mine, his thumb brushing slow, absent circles against my skin like he needed the contact just as much as I did.For a while, neither of us spoke.The silence wasn’t heavy this time, it wasn’t suffocating or uncertain, it felt… calm, the kind that comes after chaos, after fear, after surviving something that should have broken you but didn’t.“I missed you,” he said finally, his voice low, almost lost in the quiet of the room.I turned my head slightly to look at him, taking in the softness in his expression, the way his guard had dropped in a way I hadn’t seen before, not completely, not like this.“I missed you too,” I replied, my voice just as quiet.He exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting from the ceiling to me, something deeper flickering in his eyes.“I wish things had been different,” he added after a moment, his brows drawing together slight
~Elena~It spread slowly, starting from my head, drifting down through my limbs, a dull, persistent reminder of everything I had been through, and I let out a shallow breath, my fingers twitching slightly against the sheets beneath me as awareness began to return in fragments.The faint scent of antiseptic filled my nose. The soft beeping of a monitor echoed somewhere to my left.I was in a hospital.My lashes fluttered before I finally forced my eyes open, the light above me blurring for a second before it settled into focus, the white ceiling unfamiliar.I was alive.The thought came quietly, almost cautiously, like I wasn’t entirely sure I believed it yet, and I turned my head slightly, the movement slow, careful, until my gaze landed on him. Richard.He sat beside the bed, his posture tense despite the stillness, one hand wrapped around mine as if letting go wasn’t an option, his head slightly lowered, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. And standing just beyond him was Dieg
~Richard~My office felt different that morning, and for the first time in weeks it did not feel like a battlefield waiting to swallow me whole.I stood by the tall glass window with one hand tucked into my trouser pocket and the other wrapped loosely around a cup of coffee that had gone cold a lon
~Julian~I did not remember pulling out of the dirt path.I only remembered the way my hands were shaking on the steering wheel and how my chest felt too tight to breathe properly. The engine roared louder than it needed to as I slammed the car into gear and took off down the narrow road like I was
~Elena~My phone buzzed while we were still standing beneath the café awning, the kind of late-afternoon quiet settling around us that made even the street feel suspended in time. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together until Natalie suddenly stopped moving beside me, her ent
~Elena~It’s been a week since the leaked photos aired. They’ve been taken down, and the cops are investigating Victor Langford, even though it would be tough to arrest him because there is no evidence to tie him to the crime.On the school group, there were still screenshots flying around, but it
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