FAZER LOGIN2: Finger fucked on the table.Three days had passed, and I couldn't stop thinking about Liam.I was in the living room sorting through renovation samples when the doorbell rang again. I opened it.Liam stood there in a charcoal suit, his tie loosened just enough to show the base of his throat. He held a thick envelope. “Mark needs your signature on the property addendum. Said you’re handling the contractor approvals.”I let him in without a word. The door clicked shut behind him. The house was empty except for us, and Mark was gonna be out for hours.He followed me to the dining table where the samples were spread out. I bent over the papers, with a pen in hand, aware of how my blouse pulled across my chest. Liam didn’t pretend to look away.“You’re good at this,” he said, voice low. “Managing the details while he runs the show. Most wives would’ve checked out by now.”I signed the first page, trying to ignore the way he circled behind me. “I like keeping busy.”His hand brushed my
1: Walking temptation I stood in the doorway of Mark’s home office, with a wine glass still in my hand from dinner, watching the new PA_Liam_ sort through a stack of contracts. He’d started two weeks ago, and already the house felt different.Mark had mentioned him a lot, and also didn’t fail to mention how efficient he is, that he is exactly what the company needed after the last one quit. I hadn’t expected him to be… this…tall, broad shoulders, with dark hair cut and a well chiseled jawline. His sleeves were rolled up, his forearms flexing as he flipped pages. When he glanced up, his eyes locked on mine longer than usual.“Evening, Mrs. Hargrove,” he said, his voice low and smooth. With a polite smile placed on his lips. “Didn’t mean to stay this late.”“Call me Elena,” I replied, stepping inside. Mark was already upstairs, on a call with the investor from Tokyo, and that would last for another hour. He’d kissed my cheek absently before disappearing, and it was the same as al
The next morning, I woke up early with one clear decision. I was leaving. I had barely slept. After everything that happened between me and all the ladies I had hooked up with in just two days here. I knew if I stayed any longer, I wouldn’t be able to leave with any dignity. I packed my notebook, camera, and small bag, telling myself I had enough material to write a proper article. I slipped out of the guest hut and headed toward the forest path that led out of Aurelia. The village was still quiet, the sun was just beginning to rise. I found a large fallen tree near the edge of the woods and sat down to review my notes one last time before leaving. That’s when I heard the low growl behind me. I turned just in time to see a large black forest cat. It was sleek, muscular, and furious, and it was launching itself at me from the shadows. “Shit!” I shouted, throwing my arms up. The animal slammed into me, knocking me off the log. Its claws raked across my shoulder
I decided to visit the village school the next morning since I heard people talk about it. The moment I stepped into the open pavilion, every head turned. Children paused their games. Teachers stopped mid-sentence. All eyes locked on me…the only person still wearing clothes in a place where nudity was completely normal. I felt their stares pressing on my shoulders. The contrast felt heavy, almost suffocating, as the morning breeze ruffled my heavy denim and cotton while they stood unbothered, completely bare to the elements. A few kids whispered. Of course they will. One older woman shook her head with a small, pitying smile. A young man smirked like I was some strange creature. I tried to ignore the attention and approached one of the teachers. “So, you’re the clothed stranger everyone's talking about” she said, her voice calm and melodic. “Are you here to observe?” Do I always have to be called the clothed stranger? Is it really that weird to wear clothes? I cl
I decided to visit the village school the next morning since I heard people talk about it. The moment I stepped into the open pavilion, every head turned. Children paused their games. Teachers stopped mid-sentence. All eyes locked on me…the only person still wearing clothes in a place where nudity was completely normal. I felt their stares pressing on my shoulders. The contrast felt heavy, almost suffocating, as the morning breeze ruffled my heavy denim and cotton while they stood unbothered, completely bare to the elements. A few kids whispered. Of course they will. One older woman shook her head with a small, pitying smile. A young man smirked like I was some strange creature. I tried to ignore the attention and approached one of the teachers. “So, you’re the clothed stranger everyone's talking about” she said, her voice calm and melodic. “Are you here to observe?” Do I always have to be called the clothed stranger? Is it really that weird to wear clothes? I cleared my th
My stomach had been growling for hours.I hadn’t eaten properly since leaving the city, I just ate dry bread and water on the road. The moment I stepped into the bustling market square, the smell of grilled meat, fresh herbs, and warm flatbread hit me like a wave. I followed it until I found a small food stall tucked between two wooden stalls.The woman running it was breathtaking.She stood behind the grill completely naked except for a thin leather apron tied low on her hips.The apron barely covered the front of her thighs, leaving the smooth curve of her ass and the sides of her hips exposed.Her body was strong and curvy; full, heavy breasts with soft pink nipples, a soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs.A small silver ring pierced her navel, catching the sunlight. Another delicate ring glinted from her left nipple. Her dark hair was tied up messily, a few strands sticking to her sweaty neck from the heat of the grill.She looked up as I approached, wiping her hands on a cloth







