LOGIN“You know your problem is that you think that I hate you…” Clara said, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor as she picked up her pace to match mine. I paused mid-step, turning slightly toward her, expectant. The air between us crackled with tension.She closed the distance, voice low but cutting. “…I know you come from the other firm. I just need you out of Adrian’s world. I hate that you’re in it. That’s why I gave you that assignment, to get yourself out of the way.”“But I did everything that you wanted,” I shot back, my voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath my skin. “Ohh, and look…” I said, pointing toward the large TV screen mounted on the wall, The news was playing footage of the campaign rally from earlier that week , glowing coverage, record attendance, and positive polling spikes. “Seems like it saved your ass. So can I breathe now?”I reached out and tapped the elevator button repeatedly, willing the doors to open faster. Clara let out a sh
The drive to the office was surprisingly fast. Traffic was lighter than I expected, and before I knew it, Adrian was pulling up in front of the Aurex building.The large glass structure reflected the morning sunlight, looking far more peaceful than it had over the last few days.Adrian stopped the car near the entrance. “I'll be back,” he said casually. Before I could ask where he was going, he flashed me a quick smile and accelerated away.I stood there for a moment watching the car disappear into traffic. Then I turned and headed inside. The moment I entered the building, I noticed the difference.Aurex wasn't exactly empty. But compared to the madness of yesterday, it felt almost deserted. The constant flow of journalists was gone. The crowds of supporters had vanished.Even the paparazzi who had practically camped outside the building over the last few days were nowhere to be seen.Most of the campaign activities had apparently moved to another venue. As a result, the office felt
“Can I stick it in again?” Adrian asked, his voice thick with that familiar raw hunger. He grabbed my hands gently but firmly, guiding them down to the prominent bulge straining against the front of his gray sweatpants. The heat radiating through the soft fabric was immediate and intense. My fingers traced the thick outline of his cock, feeling it twitch and harden further under my touch. Even after everything we’d done yesterday , the rough office fuck, the shower, the bed, and his tongue on the kitchen island just minutes ago , he was already aching for more. The man was insatiable.“Okay,” I whispered, my voice breathy and laced with conflicted desire.I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, letting his heavy cock spring free. It bobbed in the air between us, thick and veined, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum that slowly dripped down the shaft in a shiny trail. The sight was obscene and mesmerizing. His dick looked almost angry
I smiled, a soft, slightly breathless curve of my lips that hid the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. The memory of yesterday flooded back in vivid detail, how Adrian had rammed this pussy so hard throughout the day, even stealing moments at the office. My body still carried the echoes of that roughness: the pleasant ache between my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips, the way my pussy throbbed now at the mere recollection. “So can I eat you out?” he asked, his voice dropping into that low, hungry register that always weakened my resolve. His face took on that familiar begging plea , dark eyes wide and boyish, lips slightly parted, the kind of expression that made him look almost vulnerable despite the dangerous man I knew him to be. I couldn’t help it. That look always pulled at something deep inside me, a treacherous mix of affection and lust that clouded my better judgment.“Plus, I have a surprise for you,” he added, his hands sliding down to hug me tightly. His pa
His arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his solid chest with that familiar possessive strength that always made my breath catch. The warmth of his bare skin seeped through the thin fabric of his oversized t-shirt I was wearing, reminding me vividly of how those same arms had pinned me to the bed last night, holding me open as he drove deep inside me. Even now, in the bright morning light of the kitchen, the memory sent a traitorous pulse of heat between my still-sore thighs. I could feel the faint stir of his arousal pressing against my stomach through his sweatpants, a silent promise that breakfast could easily turn into something much more heated if I let it.“I’m not sure you’ll know them,” Adrian said casually, his voice smooth and confident as he answered my earlier question about the campaign backers. “But we have lots and lots of investors. Some pretty big names in the industry, actually. People who understand vision when they see it.” His tone was light, almost
He kissed me softly once more before pulling out carefully. I winced at the emptiness and the fresh soreness, but he was already reaching for a warm cloth from the bedside table, cleaning me with surprising gentleness. The contrast nearly broke something inside me.“Stay with me tonight,” he said quietly, pulling me into his arms under the covers. “Don’t run this time” ——————————————————————I opened my eyes slowly, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains of Adrian’s bedroom, casting soft golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. My body still hummed with the aftereffects of last night a pleasant soreness between my legs, faint bruises on my hips from his gripping hands, and a deep, bone-weary satisfaction that made me want to sink back into the pillows. But reality crashed in quickly. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, heart picking up speed as I checked the screen. No response from Daniel. No missed calls or cryptic messages from the blackmailer either.
The waiter arrived with our drinks first, three chilled glasses of white wine, condensation already beading on the stems, and a tall bottle of still water with lemon slices floating inside. He set them down with quiet efficiency: Clara’s Sancerre in front of her, Adrian’s Chinon blend beside him, m
The drive to the restaurant wasn’t long, maybe fifteen minutes through the quieter streets on the edge of downtown, but it felt longer with Clara in the front seat. She had the window cracked just enough to let the evening breeze slip in, The radio was on low, some smooth R&B playlist Adrian always
“Cheers to that,” Adrian said, a warm smile spreading across his face as he lifted his glass slightly before taking a sip. He turned to me then, his expression still light, unaware of the tension tightening around my chest.“…I’m sure you and Clara must be getting along in the office,” he added, hi
THE TABLE FOR TWO The restaurant door opens with a soft chime, and for a moment, I just stand there, breathing in the familiar smell , roasted garlic, fresh bread, and the faint sweetness of something baking. It’s been years since I last came here. Yet everything looks exactly the same. The soft a







