Tyler's pov "Dad?" Ava called my name again, and this time I immediately held Charlotte's hand and asked, "Charlotte, are you feeling alright?"However, there was a noticeable difference in how I felt when I touched Charlotte's hand with Ava around and when Ava wasn't present. I didn't experience the same sensations as before. "She's perfectly fine. I know what's wrong with her," Ava said. "What's wrong with her?" I turned to face Ava, hoping she would give me some insight. "Don't worry, Dad," she replied, and to my surprise, both Charlotte and Ava burst into laughter. "What's going on?" I asked, and Ava responded, "Dad, it's a little secret between me and Charlotte. Don't worry. She'll be fine when we go out and come back late, or maybe by tomorrow morning." "You ladies and your secrets," I said, and they laughed again. "Charlotte, get up," Ava said, and in my presence, she held a dress on herself and she said, "You really need to try on this dress and see how it
Charlotte's pov Did he say I should come inside or should I wait a minute? That question kept bothering me. What will he think of me? I barged into his privacy and even caught a glimpse of his naked body before he quickly grabbed his towel and started apologizing. But why was he apologizing to me? It was my fault for not listening carefully and entering his room while he was getting dressed. I almost turned back, but he called me back. "Charlotte, where are you going?" he said. It's been over thirty minutes since I left Tyler's room, and all those events keep replaying in my mind. When he told me to come inside and not to leave the room, I froze, feeling like I had been struck by lightning. This wasn't what I expected, and I can't tell Ava what I saw. He could see that I felt guilty, and he didn't know how to help me. All he could do was come closer to me and give me a hug. I think he believed that his embrace could bring me comfort. It's all my fault. I should have listened
Charlotte's pov It's been about ten to fifteen minutes since we left the bar, and Ava has been giving me the silent treatment ever since we got into her car. It's clear that she's angry with me. We had a small argument before getting in the car, and once she started driving, she remained silent even when I tried to start a conversation. This wasn't how Ava had planned our night at the bar to go. She had wanted me to have a one-night stand as a way to get over my crush on Harry. But it wasn't my fault. It was the six men who approached me, showing interest from the beginning, only to leave without coming back after a few minutes. Deep down, I was actually relieved they left because my crush happened to be my best friend's dad, someone I couldn't even mention, or let Ava know about. After driving for another ten minutes or so, I felt that the silence in the car wasn't healthy, and I knew I had to change the situation. I tried and turned my face towards her face, but she purposely tu
Author's pov It was Saturday morning, and Danielle and Luke were lying on the bed, covered by a white blanket from their chests to their feet, and both were facing each other. "Stop! Stop!! Stop tickling me," she laughed. The blanket made it hard to see where Luke was actually touching her until Danielle said, "Is this how you used to tickle your ex?" She looked at Luke's face and waited for his response. "No, she never allowed me this kind of freedom with her body, and I hated that." "What's one thing I could do to signal the end of this relationship?" "Hmmm..." Luke shifted his legs and head. "I'm waiting," Danielle used her left hand to stroke his beard. "Depriving me of touching you when I want to?" "Wait a minute, can't you go without sex for a few days? What if I have to travel? Can I rely on you? Don't act like you'll die without it." "I won't die, but please, don't do it." He smiled at her. "What's the worst thing you hate, the one thing you don't want y
Author's pov "I don't know why I'm feeling scared," Luke said, pressing the brakes of his car as he stopped in front of the complex building where he was hired. He glanced at his wristwatch and realized he had plenty of time before meeting the new CEO. "I don't understand why I'm afraid," he muttered to himself again, although deep down, he knew the reason. He was afraid of his mother's reaction if he didn't get the job again, and he thought this would affect his relationship with his mother and she would never believe him again. That was something he never wanted to happen. Luke was wearing a blue suit and looked bewildered. Realizing he had just twenty-five minutes before 9:00 am, he stepped out of his car and walked towards the glassy twenty-story building. As he entered the elevator, he had another thought. "How can I be certain if it will work?" he wondered, clutching his black suitcase. "Let me give it a try. There's no harm in trying," he encouraged himself. When he a
Author's pov "Hello Brenda, I'm not sure what nickname to use for you without causing offense. But one thing I'm certain of is that when I see something magnificent, I can't help but speak about it. You are truly unique. Your beauty is like a rare gem. I know I've lost my position as PRO of your organization, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating something visually appealing. The man who gets to hold you and set his eyes on you when he wakes up will be incredibly fortunate. As for me, I've never been lucky enough to touch and kiss those soft lips of yours. I may not get another chance to meet you, so I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful than the rose in front of you. When I saw you in your office, my body chemistry changed as if you touched me, then what happens when you actually touch me? If you were to kiss the back of my hand, I don't think I would ever wash it again, as your lips would leave a mark of love. I won't say I m
Luke's pov I was fortunate to end the call quickly before I could dial Danielle's number. How did Brenda know the conversation with my mum had ended? It was uncanny. When I heard the door opening, I hurriedly ended the call. I don't know why, but whenever I set my eyes on Brenda, I felt an intense desire to be closer to her. She is a woman who has long experienced intimacy. I can't stop imagining how she would react passionately if I were to engage with her from behind. Or whatever sexual position she would prefer. Little did I know, Danielle had already received a missed call from me. As I was about to stand up from Brenda's chair, Danielle started calling. Why did Danielle have to ruin my chances with her beautiful friend? Just as I ended the call in front of Brenda, she asked, "Who is calling you?" "My mum, I don't know why. I better go and check on her," I replied, hoping to prevent Danielle from calling back while I was still in Brenda's office. "I understand. I hope sh
Brenda's pov I thought confiding in Danielle would be the best solution for my troubles until I got home and entered my house. At first, everything seemed fine, but it all started when I undressed and went to the bathroom for a bath. Out of nowhere, a particular thought began to haunt me as I stood in front of the mirror. "How long will someone hold your breasts?" I chuckled at the thought, shrugged, and replied, "At the right time and with someone I love." "Isn't Harrison qualified for that? He's very attractive. He praised your lips," this made me turn my attention to my lips and press them together. "Imagine how he would passionately kiss your lips. Have you even thought about it?" "I just met him today. I didn't know him before." "You crave his touch and affection. You lack nothing except the warm hands of a man." "Don't worry, Danielle will take me out this weekend." "It's only Monday, can you survive until Saturday? Why can't you handle your emotional life on you