LOGINSoraya🍒
Sky and I had only been in the bar for an hour when she was already looking around for something. I don't know, but whatever it was, I didn't care. All I wanted to do was drink and forget that this day ever existed. The look on her face when she turned to face me tells me that none of that is going to happen. “ Do you know what's going to make you feel better?” She asked with trouble written all over her face. Shaking my head “ no” “ You need a man to get under a man, “ She says. Taking a shot of my drink, I gave her a dry laugh. “Isn't a man the reason why I'm here?” “ No, no bestie. A boy broke your heart, and now you need a man to show you how it's done,” she says with a determined look on her face. The way she was talking sounded like she had found somebody already. “ Where do you propose we find such a man?” I ask her. Smiling, “ Right behind you.” She had an interested look on her face that piqued my interest. Turning to see who she was talking about I saw a man who was in a dark navy blue suit with the top white shirt open sitting at the VIP section looking all mysterious, you can feel the dominant vibe coming of him just from he way he caring himself and I could tell when he walks in a room everyone pays attention to him, he had brown wavy hair, pair with Hazel eyes that spark under the bar lights, I wanted to have a closer at the man who have waken something in me that I didn't even know was there. I didn't know when I got to the VIP section, but here I was, standing there, staring at the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I wanted a closer at him, damnit. Standing before the rope that blocks anyone from coming in, I debate whether I should remove it or wait for him to let me in. Instead, I swing one leg after the other over the red velvet thing and take a seat next to him. “Interesting,” He says behind his glass. Crossing my legs over his, I lean into him and trail a finger on his chest. “ What would be more interesting is for you and me to have fun.” When did I become flirtatious? Most likely the alcohol, that's it! He gave me half a smile, which made me squirm in my seat. “ Your fun and my fun are two different things,” he says. That soft voice sends a shiver down my tights. Wrapping my hand around his tie, I pull him closer and whisper, “ Then introduce me to your fun.” I bite his earlobe. Groaning, he picked me up bridal style. We walked out of the club like nobody's business. He walked us out and went straight to the hotel across the street. He got us a room with no problem. Once we got in there, he closed the door with his feet behind us, gently putting me down on my feet. We stood there staring at each other, heart racing. The anticipation of the night was killing me. I could see it in his eyes, the way they got darker. Touching my lips with his thumb, “ Still want to have fun?” Instead of answering him, I tiptoed towards him. The man was at least six feet tall, and if getting on my tiptoes would get me to where I needed to be, so be it. I crashed my lips on his, and I melted into his embrace. The kiss was rough and passionate, unlike anything that I have ever experienced. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I felt his desire growing. With his hands traveling down my body, he cups my ass and gives it a little squeeze, moaning into my mouth. My hands pull at his hair, making him come closer. No matter how close he is, I can't get enough of him. I want him to be closer. Whatever it was, it fueled something profound I had never felt before. Tonight, I'm throwing caution to the wind. Breaking the kiss, he took a step back. “ There’s no going back,” he said breathlessly. I could see he was trying to hold back, giving me a chance to walk away. I should take it, leave, go back to my home, cry myself to sleep, and then what? I would still feel miserable the next day. I would rather enjoy tonight and feel miserable tomorrow. Instead, I pull the strap in the back of my dress, we watch it slide down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing. But, my black thong, his breath catches as he takes in my naked body, feeling exposed and shy all of a sudden, I had the urge to hide my body, but with his gaze on me, all I felt was desired. Stepping closer, his hands caressing my hips, then sliding up my sides, I shiver at his touch, my nipples hardening under his gaze, grabbing my breasts, his thumbs brush over the hard, sensitive nipples, a soft moan escapes my lips, kissing me, our tongues dance with each other. In contrast, his hands continued to explore my body, he took us to the bed, he lay me on the soft sheets with him hovering over me, his body pressing me into the bed, the feeling was unfamiliar but welcoming. Wasting no time, he slides my panties down my legs. He whispers, “Is that what you wanted?” with his thumb stroking my fold while pushing two fingers inside. I gasp at the sensation, which I have never experienced with Jasper. This man makes my body come alive with just one touch, and I want to experience anything he can offer. With just a few pumps, I was coming undone. I felt embarrassed that it had happened so quickly. It had been a while since Jasper and I had done so, so I will blame it on that and not my body reacting so strongly to him. I'm embarrassed that most of it shows on my face because he leaned forward and kissed me on the nose. “It's natural” “Is it?” I say to him, spreading my legs open slightly. He nodded. I watched as he positioned himself between my thighs. He was bigger than I'm used to, and I started questioning whether he would fit. My face must have shown my concern because he said, “Don't worry, I'll fit.” Oh lord, I close my eyes as he slowly enters me. The intensity of the stretch and the slow burn as my body adjusted to him made me arch my back a little. At last, he started to move slowly. I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. My nails are digging into his back. “ Harder,” I moan. I need more of him; I wanted him to let go and give me all he had to offer. He obliged, and his thrusts became more potent as he took us higher and higher. Whatever was building inside of me exploded, and not long after, he followed. We both lay there breathless before he said, “ Hope you enjoy my type of fun.” I couldn't help but laugh at his silliness. This is precisely what I need; it looks like Sky was right. Oh shit! Sky? I remember I left her at the bar, slapping my hand on my forehead about my stupidity. I’ll call tomorrow, I thought, before falling asleep in this man's arms. Now, it's morning, and I'm lying as still as I can next to a gorgeous man. I don't know what to do: Should I leave or wait for him to wake up? Shaking my head, I mumble to myself, “I need to leave.” With that in mind, I got up and got dressed. I was at the door when I decide to take one more look at the man, he look a bit familiar but with a fuzzy mind from the drinks last night I couldn't place where I knew him from, he moved, and the sheet was pull down revealing his strong abs and muscles hidden under the sheet and, I had to bite my lips to keep myself from moan or crawling back in the bed with him, with one last look I open the door and leave the stranger in the bed.111. Thane🎼 Two days ago: The guys and I burst through the door of the family home, which was eerily quiet, which was strange; it was as if everyone had packed up and left in a hurry. I know that's not true with Jasper’s mother in jail, my father out there doing God knows what, and his wife is nowhere to be seen. The house has been left alone, even the maids had left, which makes today the perfect time to look into the room. Without a second thought, the guys and I make our way towards the room at the far end of the ball on the second floor of the house. “This is it,” I whisper, by pushing the door open. At first glance, the room looks clean, too clean. “ Someone has been rearranging things, “ Thomas commented next to me. Someone sure is, but that still isn't going to stop me from looking, slapping him in the back, “let's do this,” while the guys were watching the door. We need to get this done. At first, when we started looking, there was nothing. Just like the first sear
110. Soraya🍒 After the fantastic night I’d had with my dear husband, I deserved a nice glass of wine at ten in the morning to keep the happiness going. I was already thinking about the spa day I’d scheduled with Sky and Ella. For now, that cold liquid would help me catch up on the blog I’d been neglecting and maybe finish at least one of the designs I’d abandoned days ago, or what felt like weeks. I was settled in my little room, pencil in hand, laptop open, wine beside me. My messy bun sat atop my head. I was ready for work when my work phone chimed with an alert, and I made the mistake of checking it. “ Ugh,” I took a sip of my wine as I was trying to process what I just read. What made this even funnier was that it was in the company that I own since I was eighteen. I keep a low profile because that's how I like it, but someone is looking for trouble on my day off. Hell no! I quickly got on my feet, went to my closet, threw on my black suit dress and red pumps, and fixed
109. Thane🎼 By the time I made it home that night my body was screaming at me, my bones were aching from the day's tiredness, and the house was quiet and warm when I stepped inside, there was a soft music coming from the kitchen it was low, I follow the sound into the kitchen where the scents of garlic and rosemary hit my nose, I stood in the doorway I watch her stood at the stove, barefoot, she was focused on what she was doing as her slick dress catch the kitchen lights when she moved around. She never heard me coming in, and that gave me a few extra seconds to watch the woman I almost lost to my scumbag nephew. Good thing he had messed up. I got my chance. Watching her command the room will stir something in my heart; if it's love, I welcome it, but I doubt it is. Without disturbing her I slip off my jacket and head upstairs to the bathroom for a warm shower, the bathroom was already filled with steam, and I stepped into the shower letting the water pound down my back with g
108. Soraya🍒 The news about me took over and rolled out without me making any announcement to the clients. I let my work speak for itself. I bring big clients that Jasper couldn't, and I collect overdue money, even the ones that were enjoying a free ride, left before I could even make my way towards them. Good, I didn't have to waste my time with them. As for Joy and Jasper, they've become irrelevant, non-existent. My success was not unnoticed; I got a call for a board meeting. However, others were happy for me to be here, there are still the ones that don't appreciate the changes how I make sure the meetings don't run long, decision didn't need second-guessing, and contracts landed on our laps like water, I moved some departments around, give promotion to those who deserve it and the ones that didn't belong are out. In my eyes, the company was flourishing, while others think I was cold through it all. One person stayed consistent and in the shadows, giving me support when I
107. Jasper I was furious after having my talk with my uncle. I wasn't much better; in fact, my anger increased when he basically told me that I was a placeholder, me? A placeholder! Never in my life did I think something like this could happen. Soraya had bought my company right under my blindside, completely, and somehow, she was thriving while my life continued to collapse. She was moving forward, winning, while everything I touched turned to ash. Months ago, I had tried to end it all in one calculated moment. Thomas’s car accident was supposed to solve everything; it was supposed to bring a new beginning, but it didn’t. It failed like every other plan I made. Now my mother is in jail because of her, Soraya. The company was the only thing I had, but now it was taken from me; I got nothing. I'm alone and exposed, with nowhere to turn. And as if that wasn’t enough, the final truth had surfaced: Joy, my wife. My wife hadn’t just betrayed me with one man but three. Every lu
106. Thane🎼 The next morning, I sat behind my desk, the hidden folder lying in front of me like a silent accusation. It stared back at me, taunting, relentlessly. Inside it were pieces, but no answers. A blurred image. Masked hands. A faceless threat. And somewhere behind it all, the person who had sent the warning text after the flash drive surfaced, reminding me just how closely I was being watched. I drew in a slow breath and closed my eyes. A dull ache pulsed at the back of my head, the kind that warned of an oncoming headache. When I opened them again, my gaze drifted to the couch across the room, and with it came memories I hadn’t invited. Jasper. I sat behind the desk and said, “Speak,” since he wanted to talk. Jasper let out a bitter laugh. “ You!” he snapped immediately. “ I want answers from you,” his voice filled with anger. Calmly, I ask, “Answers, about what?” “About everything, Soraya and the company,” he says. Leaning back in my seat, “What does that have







