로그인Episode 3 - The Working Dinner
Camila's POV I walked into the opulent dining room of the Grand Elysium Hotel that gleamed under crystal chandeliers. Each flicker of the crystal chandeliers casted golden halos on the white linens and polished silverware. My black sheath dress hugged my curves like a second skin, and the neckline dipped just low enough to tease the swell of my breasts. I spotted Adrian at a secluded corner table, his broad shoulders filling out a tailored navy suit and his tie loosened slightly as if he'd already been battling demons. He turned and our eyes locked across the room. Instantly, the memory of his mouth on mine against the office door the previous day flashed unbiddenly in my mind. I squared my shoulders and approached the table, then slid into the seat opposite him with deliberate grace. I couldn't have him knowing my mind still reeled from the kiss. I looked at the table, to find table reservation tags. 'Camila Reyes' - Managing director, Strategy Apex Dynamics I didn't need to look at the tag on Adrian's side to know it was something like this... 'Adrian Hale' - CFO, Apex Dynamics "You're late", Adrian said in a low rumble then with a raise of his hand, he signaled the waiter while his gaze raked over my exposed collarbone. "By your standards, maybe", I shot back crossing my legs under the table, causing my heel to brush his calf accidentally...or not. "Or are you just eager to get this over with so you can steamroll the merger without my input?". He leaned forward, elbows on the table to close the distance. The sommelier walked over and poured a deep red cabernet into both our glasses. Adrian raised his glass and so did I, then he clinked his against mine. "To synergy, Camila. Or whatever Voss thinks we have". His lips curved in a smirk that didn't reach his eyes but the way his thumb stroked the stem of the glass sent an unwelcome heat pooling in my belly. I sipped the wine which was tart on my tongue, mirroring the bite in my tone. "Synergy implies cooperation. You'd rather conquer than collaborate. Like that aggressive timeline you proposed... rushing the Asian expansion risks regulatory blowback. We need phased integration, not your kamikaze approach". Adrian's foot nudged mine under the table in a deliberate press that lingered. "Phased? That's code for stalling. The market's volatile. We strike hard and fast, or competitors eat our lunch". His eyes dropped to my mouth as I set down my glass and suddenly, the air thickened with unspoken challenges. "Afraid of a little risk, Reyes? Or just afraid of me calling your bluff?". My pulse quickened and my nipples tightened against the lace of my bra. I leaned in, my breath mingling with his. "Bluff? I'm the one safeguarding the billion-dollar pot. You're the hothead who'd burn it all for a quick win". My fingers brushed his when I reached to touch the table name tag, causing a spark to jump at the contact. "Tell me, Hale, is that how you operate everywhere? Charge in, take what you want, and damn the consequences?". His jaw clenched but his free hand grazed my knee under the tablecloth. It was a feather-light touch yet it made my thighs clench. "Only when the prize is worth it". He said. The waiter arrived with appetizers. I had received an email for the reservation the previous day and had gone over the menu, placing orders on all the course of meals I would have. I didn't know what Adrian ordered because I didn't order an appetizer. But judging from the Seared scallops glistening with butter, I knew it was Adrian's pick. He speared one, holding it out on a fork to me. "Try this. It's bold, like my strategy. Might loosen that iron grip of yours". I parted my lips, taking a bite from his fork and my tongue flicked out to catch a drip of sauce, making his gaze darken as it fixed on the motion. "Mmm, decadent". I chewed slowly. "But overindulgence leads to regret". I said, sliding my foot up his ankle in retaliation. "Like pushing too far in negotiations. We compromise on the supply chain clauses, or I walk". Adrian's hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers splaying possessively. "Compromise? I'd rather you bend". He withdrew his hand as the mains arrived- Fillet mignon for him, and Salmon for me. But the damage was already done as my core was aching with traitorous need. We dissected the deal over bites with both our words as sharp as knives. I advocated for ethical sourcing in the expansion but he countered with profit margins that demanded cuts. Each jab landed like foreplay as our bodies inches close enough for our knees to knock and our breaths to sync. "You fight dirty", he murmured during dessert which was a chocolate lava cake that we shared. His spoon dipped into the molten center of it before he offered it to me. On his spoon. "And you love it", I whispered, sucking the chocolate from the spoon with a challenging gaze. "Admit it, this merger's just an excuse to spar with me". Adrian was silent for the remainder of our meal. It seemed to me like his control had frayed because when we were done, he paid the bill swiftly using the company card. "Car's waiting". He said in a rough voice before we exited the hotel building into the cool night. Outside, the hotel's valet summoned the sleek black limo, chauffeured as per company policy. The driver held the door and I entered first into the plush leather backseat while Adrian entered through the other side. Once the driver was in, the partition rose with a soft whir, sealing us in privacy. Then the engine purred to life and the vehicle started moving, causing city lights to blur past. Soon, the space between us crackled as Adrian turned to me. His hand instantly captured my chin. "That mouth of yours...". I just surged forward, crashing my lips against his in a kiss that exploded with pent-up fury. There was no gentleness in it but clashing teeth and tongues battling as I straddled his lap, hiking my dress up my thighs. His hands gripped my hips, yanking me down onto the hard bulge straining his pants. "Fuck, Camila", he growled against my neck, nipping at the skin as I ground against him. My wet pussy was already soaking through my thong onto his slacks. Taking my hands down, I fumbled with his zipper and freed his thick, veiny cock that throbbed in my palm. "Shut up and fuck me", I demanded, stroking the length firmly while my thumb circled the slick head that was already dripping of pre cum. Adrian groaned, shoving my thong aside just to thrust two fingers into my dripping cunt. He started pumping deep and curling his fingers to hit a spot that made me arch. "So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls. I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices. Fuck! I rose up a bit and positioned his cock at my entrance so I could sink down inch by inch. Soon, he filled me completely that the stretch burned deliciously as I bottomed out, my clit grinding against his pelvic bone. The car swayed with traffic, adding to the rhythm. I bounced on him, my breasts heaving as his mouth latched onto a nipple through my dress, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. Adrian's hips snapped up, fucking into me with brutal precision, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back in order to expose my throat for his bites. "Take it, you stubborn bitch", he rasped, his free hand slapping my ass, making the sting to heighten every thrust. My pussy clenched around him, and I could feel my juices coating his balls as they slapped against me. I clawed his shoulders, nails digging in as I chased the edge. "Harder", I gasped, rolling my hips to take him deeper. The car's motion amplified the plunge and Adrian obliged, pounding up into me with his cock dragging along my sensitive inner walls. Sweat slicked both our skins and the air was heavy with musk and moans. My orgasm soon hit like a wave, my pussy spasming and milking him as I shuddered, biting into the fabric covering his shoulder blades to muffle my scream. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot cum that pulsed deep inside. We both stilled, panting while my forehead was against his and reality came crashing in immediately. I slowly slid off him, righting my dress with trembling hands while avoiding his eyes. Adrian tucked himself away and straightened his tie. "This... shouldn't have happened". His voice was flat, laced with feigned remorse. I was so sure it was feigned. "It didn't", I snapped, scooting to my side of the seat as the limo pulled up to my apartment building. The partition lowered and the driver announced our arrival. The driver came around the open the door. I exited the car without a backward glance, my heels clicking on the pavement as I stepped down. "See you at the office, Hale. Strictly business". I walked further towards the building before I finally heard the door close. But as the limo pulled away, I looked back, the ache in my pussy and my chest...betrayed the lie.Episode 3 — Elena's POV My apartment was in complete disarray. Boxes were scattered everywhere, my clothes were spilling from half-packed suitcases, the movers Roman had hired standing at attention like soldiers awaiting orders. I had barely had time to process what happened in his office yesterday... The way he had fucked me on that leather couch, the contract clause I had missed, and the fact that I was now moving into a billionaire's penthouse. And he had said it didn't mean anything. I repeated that to myself as the movers loaded my belongings into the black SUV: It doesn't mean anything, Elena Moore. Strictly business. But my body remembered every detail. His fingers inside my pussy. His mouth on my breasts, sucking my nipple. The way he had thrust into me, so deep and relentless until I came apart. And then his co
Episode 2 — Roman's POV I knew she would be back. She showed up at ten o'clock sharp the next day. I would give her that—Elena Moore was punctual and professional. At first, she had seemed like the kind of woman who kept her emotions locked behind the neat blouse she always wore and a precise smile. But surprisingly, I had felt her melt beneath my hands the previous day. "Mr. Cortez". She said, walking into the office with her tablet clutched to her chest. She had a composed exterior but I had seen that shatter by a fraction. "Roman". I corrected. "We're to be engaged, remember? First names are required". She nodded, settling into the chair across from me. I pushed the contract across the desk to her. It consisted ten pages of legalese, carefully drafted by my lawyers. She picked up a pen, scanning the first page with furrowed brows. "You should read the entire document before signing". I said, leaning back. "I've included every detail. Public appearances, media p
Episode 1 — Elena's POV I knew I was out of my depth right from the moment I walked into Roman Cortez's penthouse. The man was knew for a reputation that preceded him. He was cold, calculating and the kind of billionaire who bought companies the way most people bought coffee. But he had hired me to plan his annual gala, and I'd never turned down a client. Not even one who made my skin prickle with something that wasn't quite fear. The meeting with him had gone as expected as he had outlined his vision in clippers and precise sentences. His dark eyes hadn't left mine and me on the other hand, had taken notes, nodding and assuring him that everything would be flawless. Then, just as I was packing up my tablet, he had stopped me with a single word. "Stay". I froze. His voice was low and commanding, making me turning instantly, expecting some last-minute detail about the centerpieces or the champagne. But instead, he gestured to the leather chair opposite his desk.
Episode 9-Brooklyn's POV Later, I was lying on the pool side seat, loving the feeling of the tan lotion on me when the phone rang."Tristan?". I called, not opening my eyes. "Please can you get the cell?".But it kept on ringing until I got frustrated and got up, stomping inside and to pick it up."Hello?"."Brook". What the heck?"Darren?"."Yeah, it is I, Darren. How are you?"."I...". I shook my head. "How did you get...?"."Your father gave it to me. I asked of you and he told me I could reach you this way"."Oh, that's..."."Amazing isn't it? I was hoping we'd go out on a date sometime?"."Look, Darren, this isn't the..."."How about next week?"."Are you on a call?". Tristan's voice suddenly came behind me, causing my heart to summersault in my chest."Is that your bodyguard?". Darren proded.I turned to Trist
Episode 8 - Tristan's POV "Why are you avoiding me?".Brooklyn asked, peering up at me as I stood at attention."Come on big guy, you're avoiding me. Tell me why". She insisted again, nudging me by the side. "Is it because Ex-military agent Tristan Virgil has being fucking his primary?".My jaw clenched and in as much as I didn't want to say anything, she kept pushing me. So I cracked."I'm not avoiding you". I muttered in between gritted teeth, not looking at her."You are"."Not"."Are"."Princess...". Her father called, approaching from a distance and I sighed in relief internally. But she didn't turn away. "Stop crowding Agent Virgil, he's not just your bodyguard but he's much older than you are".She scoffed in a way that only I could hear before pouting and turning to her father."Daddy...". She walked over and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek."Rea
Episode 7 -Brooklyn's POV I couldn't sleep.I tossed and turned on the bed until I couldn't any more.Tristan.He was all in my head.I sat upright, fingers threading through my hair as I looked around the room. I climbed down the bed and grabbed my robe off the rack, putting it on and walking out of the room.I padded out of my room and into the elevator that took me down to the floor where daddy resided. The kitchen was there as well. Just as I entered the kitchen, I found Tristan there. Shirtless. I stopped in my tracks, watching his muscles flexed as he poured himself a glass of water.He must've felt my presence because he turned to me, with the glass of water in hand.I smiled, moving further inside slowly while untying the sash of my robe. It fell to ground, leaving me with the small silk night dress that barely covered anything.Tristan slowly set the glass down without







