تسجيل الدخولEpisode 8 - Corporate Politics
Camila's POV I sat rigid in my chair, my fingers drumming silently on the merger dossier. Adrian was seated at my right, close enough that I could smell his cologne, a woody scent that stirred unwelcome memories of the night shower a few days ago at the retreat.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 — Contractual Boundaries Roman's POVI 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
Episode 1 — The ProposalElena'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 t
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







