Se connecterKnoxThe moment the door creaks open, Emma and I spring apart. I feel my heart racing in my chest, and I try to steady my breathing, but it’s a struggle. My eyes snap to the door, and there she is, Gina, standing in the doorway, her eyes moving slowly over the room. My stomach drops at the thought of her seeing what just happened between Emma and me.I pray silently that she didn’t notice, that she didn’t see the quiet tension that had been building between us, but my hope fades quickly. The air in the room has shifted, becoming thick tension. I watch Gina as she storms in, slamming the door behind her with a sharp bang that cuts through the room like a knife. The sound lingers in my ears, making my head spin.Her heels click steadily against the floor, each step deliberate, as her eyes land on Emma, assessing her and showing no trace of warmth. I can see the disdain in her gaze, so sharp and biting."Wow, what did I miss? And what were you doing with Knox, Emma?"Her voice drips w
EmmaMy heart aches with regret as I watch him wipe the blood from his lips. I shouldn’t have done that, I think, my breath still coming in shallow bursts. But in that moment, it felt like the only way I could get him to understand how deeply angry I am, how hurt I am.His fingers gently touch his lips before he crumples the tissue and throws it into the waste bin by the corner of his office. The silence between us stretches, heavy and uncomfortable.“You shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his voice calm. “But I get it. You don’t want me close unless I tell you everything about your father.”I turn my head away, the weight of his words hitting me like a punch. Something inside me tightens. I can feel the dread creeping in, a cold knot in my stomach, like I know what’s coming, and I’m not going to like it.I draw closer to him, my voice a whisper of uncertainty. “Yes. I need to know everything about my father.”A chuckle escapes him, and it echoes in the stillness of the office. He
KnoxI lean back in my chair. Watching Emma through the glass wall of my office. She is. typing away on her phone. I can tell she is really focused on what she's doing even though she seems upset. My phone beeps, I do not bother to check it. Emma gets up. Walks towards my office. She looks determined. I know she is angry with me and does not want to talk to me. I want things to go back to the way they were between us. I want her to be my lover again.I watch her walk towards the door, her hips swaying. Damn. I have missed seeing her like this. The way her hips grind my cock. I feel a twitch in my pants. I do not want to get erected when she is still mad at me. That would only make things worse.Emma walks in and stands in front of me, glaring at me. "Come on, are you avoiding me now?" I stand up. Walk towards her and sit on the desk close to her. I can smell her perfume. It reminds me of the times we had together."Look, baby, I am sorry," I say."Do not call me your baby," she say
EmmaIt’s Monday morning when I step out of the elevator, feeling a strange sense of relief. I’m glad to leave early without facing Knox today. For the past few days, I’ve been trying to avoid him ever since my mom dropped the bombshell that he’s my dad’s best friend. The thought of it still makes me so angry that I can feel it tightening my chest, but I know I have to calm myself down. I can’t afford to let the emotions take over, especially today. As I make my way to my desk, I flick my wrist, glancing at my leather-bound wristwatch. It’s six forty-seven in the morning. I know it’s pretty early for a job that officially starts at eight, but right now, I don’t mind. I just can’t bear to look at Knox. I wonder how I’ll survive the rest of the day, given that I work for him.When I approach my desk, I notice the lights are still off. But then, as I get closer, I freeze. I see a dark silhouette hunched over the desk that used to be occupied by Ethan before he moved to my mom’s depart
Monica I pull up to the strip club. Seeing that the parking lot is really busy. There are people hanging out near their cars doing their thing. I just roll my eyes. Get out of my car. I am here for the action, which is inside. I walk into the club. It is filled with male strippers. They are dancing on the stages and around the poles. The music is loud. It makes the floor shake. The lights are flashing across the room. I find a seat at a table near the stage and watch the dancers for a bit. They are really good. I like the way they move. One of the strippers comes over to me and starts dancing right in front of me. He is really strong and confident. I throw some money at him. He keeps dancing until I reach out. Touching him, feeling his warm skin. He is really firm, exactly what I like. The money is falling around us and it is sticking to his skin. I am smiling to myself because this is a start to a great night.Drinks come to the table. Which I gulp down. The alcohol is making
MonicaI stand before the mirror this morning after getting dressed and ready to leave for the day. My reflection stares back at me, but all I can think about is the drug test I’m about to take. The thought of it fills me with hesitation and anxiety. I wonder if this is really the right choice, but deep down, I know it’s the only way I can clear my name and put an end to the accusations that have been hanging over me like a dark cloud. I can't shake the overwhelming sense of dread building inside me as I stare at myself, unsure of what the next few hours will bring.A sigh escapes me, and I try to steady my nerves. Slowly, I brush my hair aside with my fingers, as if I could push away the anxiety along with the strands of hair.My throat suddenly feels dry and tight, so I quickly walk to the kitchen, hoping to calm myself. I pour a full glass of water and gulp it down in several swallows, leaning against the counter as I try to shake off the heavy feeling in my chest. The cool liq
EmmaI am still under the desk when he finishes.His hand tightens in my hair one time, his hips jerking forward and then I feel the hot liquid hitting the back of my throat. I swallow fast.He groans and then he pets my head. “Good girl.”My knees hurt when they press against the floor. My thighs
KnoxStanding at the rooftop, pain tearing through my heart.The moment she left, I felt a void inside of me. I'm still drenched with water, my wet clothes stuck to my body like a second skin.The starlit sky illuminated the entire space but all I felt was darkness from the anguish surging through
Damn it. That was close.When my mom stands in the doorway, I see the suspicion flicker in her eyes, sharp and penetrating. But I’m already sprawled on the floor, one hand grabbing my ankle, face contorted in fake pain. The take out bag lays forgotten at my side, its contents strewn about as eviden
EmmaThank the heavens I had cleared up the mess in the living room after I left Knox's room.Every thing was going smoothly, well, I'm pretending it is. Until I heard his voice. The man I just had explosive sex with, Knox.I was so embarrassed, no, tgsts not the word to use. I was drenched in sham







