~Helen’s POV~When did he return?I didn’t even care. It was his house, wasn’t it?But the way he looked at me—eyes flared wide, jaw tight—it wasn’t neutral. No, that wasn’t a look you gave a stranger. That was a glare sharp enough to cut through flesh.It had to be for me. Couldn’t be Mena. Why would he care what I go through?I wasn’t anyone worth giving a damn about.My palm still pressed to my cheek, skin stinging where Mena’s hand had landed. It throbbed with heat, a reminder of just how vicious her slap had been.She might’ve been a spoiled brat, but her hands? Brutal. Like she enjoyed leaving marks behind.“You didn’t—” he started, his voice hard but unfinished as his gaze dropped to Mena’s foot. Blood pooled beneath her, vivid against the marble floor.“You’re hurt,” he said, kneeling beside her, worry flickering across his features.“This pig did this,” Mena spat, pointing at me with venom in her eyes.I took a step back, my heartbeat steady but heavy. Without a word, I turne
Helen’s POVLisa began preparing dinner—it was already 4:30. I helped her wash and dice vegetables while she stirred pots and adjusted the flame. Zara was buried in her garden work again, spending nearly two hours outside as though the flowers whispered secrets only she could hear.From the ingredients we had, Lisa whipped up an arugula salad for starters, buttered noodles with asparagus for the main course, and chocolate cream pie for dessert. The aroma danced through the air, warm and comforting.Dinner was just ready when Mrs. Hartley returned—with Storm trailing behind her and a trail of shopping bags carried by Usher, her personal bodyguard.“Welcome, ma’am,” I said politely.“Thank you, Helen,” Mrs. Hartley replied with a kind smile. Storm didn’t even glance at me. Her mouth was already moving a mile a minute—like always. I wasn’t expecting much from her anyway.I quickly counted the bags with my eyes, already dreading how many trips I’d have to make upstairs.Sixteen bags?You’
~Sebastian's POV~A few steps into my room and I stopped—frozen.The sight of her curves from behind had me utterly transfixed.Damn.I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My fingers itched with a hunger to touch her—just once. To feel the softness of her skin beneath my palms. To hold her close and drink in the warmth radiating off her perfect body.She was completely absorbed, admiring the suit she had laid out, oblivious to my presence. She stepped backward, unaware of how each slow movement reeled me in like a moth to flame.The more steps she took, the deeper I sank into the trance.How could one woman be so dangerously tempting?Her face alone could drive any man mad. And that walk—The way her hips swayed so naturally? That alone did me in.A beauty like hers didn’t just need attention.She needed to be worshipped.By me.Then it happened.She took one more step and bumped right into me—with that perfect ass.Damn.The contact sent a jolt through me. Every nerve in my body ignited. The
~Helen's POV~“What the hell could she possibly be doing to ignore my calls?” Lisa snapped, clearly fuming.Well, what Zara had going on was way too steamy for her to answer Lisa. Her moans and contorted expression screamed of desires being thoroughly satisfied.I didn’t utter a word to Lisa; instead, I brushed past her and headed straight for the kitchen. There’s no way I’m telling her about Zara’s little escapade. It’s not my business, and I’m not sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong.Lisa wasn’t making lunch — there was no one around to eat it. Sebastian had only come home for his suit and would be leaving again once he changed. I sat on the stool by the kitchen counter, still trying to shake off what had just happened minutes ago. The air conditioner caressed my skin, offering a little relief and helping me breathe through the chaos in my head.Sebastian’s charm keeps knocking the breath out of me. The feel of his embrace — gentle, yet fiercely possessive — had wrecked me. I h
~Sebastian’s POV~Right before me was Mike’s girlfriend, positioned in doggy style and getting banged by the restaurant manager. I stood in shock, my eyes fixed on them both in disgust.How could she do this to Mike?It hadn’t even been an hour since I saw her with Mike outside the company—and now this?Mike’s furious yell snapped me out of it. He was right behind me.“How could you do this?” His rage was explosive. I stepped aside, letting him vent it all.The stupid manager still had his dick inside her while she stood stunned, realizing her downfall. Mike clenched his fists, veins popping as he stepped closer to them.His girlfriend moved off the manager and quickly pulled down her dress.“Mike, no—it’s not what you think. I can explain,” she said shamelessly.What’s there to think about? She was getting fucked by the manager and claims it’s not what we think? Her words drew a bitter laugh from me.“I can’t believe this, Ivy,” Mike said, stepping back, ready to leave.His girlfrien
Helen’s POVThe sight before me knocked the breath out of my lungs.There—right in the middle of the guest bathroom—stood Zara, completely naked, bent over the marble sink while Mali, one of Mena’s bodyguards, pounded into her from behind like a man possessed. Her moans echoed off the tiled walls, wild and uninhibited, as if she didn’t have a single care in the world.“Oh God—yes, like that—just like that!” she cried, her voice raw with pleasure.I stood frozen, my hand still on the doorknob, too stunned to even blink. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t believe what the hell I was seeing.Innocent, soft-spoken Zara—the girl who blushed when you said the word "sex"—was being fucked like a pornstar. Her wrists were pinned behind her back, her body arched and submissive, and on the floor lay a pink dildo discarded like a toy no longer needed, replaced now by a very real, very aggressive Mali.And he wasn’t going easy on her. He drove into her with the full force of his body, grunt
Helen’s POVThe sun had mellowed into a golden hue as I finished dusting off the last corner of Mena’s room. Needing to clear my head, I slipped outside into the garden, letting the breeze tease strands of hair from my bun. The scent of hibiscus and fresh soil wrapped around me like a calming veil.Ahead, Lisa and Zara were perched on one of the benches beneath the swaying jacaranda. Their laughter carried softly, light and carefree.“Hey, guys,” I called out, walking over.Lisa looked up first. “Hey, Helen. Looks like someone’s free at last.”Zara shuffled slightly to her left, patting the space beside her. “Come sit.”I joined them, exhaling. “You both seemed deep in something before I interrupted.”“Oh, just teasing Zara,” Lisa said, her grin stretching mischievously. “Apparently, she has a little thing for Mr. Sebastian.”The name hit me like a slap.Sebastian?Zara flushed instantly. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know what it is—whenever he’s near, something stirs. I just.
Sebastian’s POVThe meeting wrapped up in a flash. Dad seemed pleased, nodding in agreement with every suggestion and conclusion I made.Once it was over, I headed back to my office. As the acting manager and soon-to-be CEO, my workload was ridiculous. The board meeting was nothing compared to the mountain of tasks awaiting my attention on the desk. The sheer volume of things to do was overwhelming, but it came with the territory.Dad had already entrusted me with major responsibilities, both locally and overseas. It wasn’t a burden—if anything, it was a reminder that soon, the Hartley Group of Companies would be mine to run entirely."I've sorted the files by priority. Though... they all need your signature," Mike said, pulling me back to the mountain of paperwork in front of me.Oh, great. The stack was almost sky-high. Not surprising—I had been away for nearly three weeks, and Mike had traveled with me, leaving no one to handle the backlog.I sighed heavily and picked up the first f
Sebastian’s POVSeeing her first thing in the morning brought an odd joy to my chest.I wanted to see her more often. Luckily, my wish was granted—she’d taken Nora’s place in catering to my room.Nora’s a fine ass, no doubt. But she’s not as compelling as her.Her curves were more prominent than Nora’s. And her voice—damn, it did me dirty.I actually wanted to make a move on her, but I held back—not wanting to give the wrong impression.The way she shut her eyes like she wanted it too...Her waist in my grip, and there she was, just a breath away.I wanted to—but I didn’t.I didn’t want to scare her away.She lingered a second too long when our skin brushed. Her chest rose and fell, like she was trying to keep herself in check. I noticed. Every damn second.The faint scent of jasmine on her skin hit me harder than it should have.She glanced up, lips slightly parted, as if... as if she was daring me.But I turned away, cursing myself under my breath.The board meeting starts in thirty