Isabella Aaron's expression turns serious as he absorbs the impact of my words. The tension between us escalates, fueled by our mutual stubbornness. "You know, Isabella," he retorts, frustration tinting his voice, "you're quick to judge without really knowing me. But I won't waste my time trying to prove something to you." I scoff, feeling a wave of anger. "Prove something? Why should I care? You're just another arrogant, spoiled man who thinks he can have whatever he wants." His eyes narrow, a flash of pain crossing his face. "You think you have me all figured out, don't you? Well, let me tell you something. There's more to me than meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, if you took the time to look beyond your preconceived notions, you'd see that." I shake my head, unable to let go of my resentment. "I highly doubt that, Aaron. Actions speak louder than words, and so far, all I've seen is a man who thrives on power and manipulation." He takes a step closer, his voice low and inten
SofiaEvery day is the same in this office for the three months I've been working here. The highlight for me is always when Brandon Reeves shows up. The boss always arrives punctually at 10 to 9, takes a brief look around at the employees, and then heads for his office. Is it crazy to imagine that his eyes linger on mine for a few seconds longer? This man has haunted my nights since I first saw him. In the office, he's impersonal, distant. But in my dreams… he's warm, passionate!The elevator arrives and wakes me from my reverie. It's him! I feel heated. I hope my face isn't flushed from the effect of my memories. And here he is! The impeccable, tailored gray three-piece suit, shaping a perfect body. The determined walk, the head held high, of someone who knows his place, his power. His suitcase in one hand, in front of the men jostling for his attention. His well-trimmed beard makes him look even more manly. Dark eyes and hair, always well combed. How many times have my fingers run
Sofia Unable to waste any more time on conjecture, I leave the bathroom and head for the President's office. I feel the curious stares of the other employees following my every step. So I keep my posture upright and concentrate on not overbalancing in my heels, which aren't even that high. The thing is, I suddenly seem to have forgotten how to walk like a normal person. I still feel a bit out of place. Even after three months in the job, I haven't managed to make a friend. Perhaps it's because of my reserved, slightly shy manner. I have a few friendly, attentive colleagues who help me with whatever I need in this period of adaptation, but that's about it. When I got to the President's office, I didn't know how my legs were still holding me up.“Miss Shaffer,” the secretary hastens to stand up and open the door for me, indicating that I should enter, “Mr. Reeves will be back soon to speak to you. Like a robot, I enter the sumptuous room, but I'm so nervous that I can't appreciate
SofiaIt must have been about five minutes since I found myself standing in front of the door to room 220, which actually turned out to be the penthouse of the building. I thought I might have made a mistake when I got here, when the elevator opened its doors and showed me a single corridor leading to a single door. But the numbers attached to that door leave no doubt. I swallow. I've been doing that a lot over the last few hours. Brandon Reeves had booked a penthouse just for one night with me? What am I doing? Perhaps the greatest folly of my life… I delude myself that I'm here to tell you some truths, that you can't buy me. But the mere idea of… having him touch my body, possessing me… It leaves me breathless! I've spent the day trying hard not to ponder his proposal. Yes, I'm almost panicking about my financial situation. However, going to bed with a man for money? That never crossed my mind! I snort out a laugh and reflect that, in fact, I never thought a man with money would
I can't help but smile a little. Those are the kisses I've always dreamed of! His silky tongue invades my mouth, exploring. It demands mine, sucking, again and again and again. With his arm still around my waist, he easily lifts my feet off the ground and carries me into the bedroom, straight to the bed, laying me on the sheets, never separating his body from mine, his mouth from mine. Suddenly, he abruptly pulls away, separates my legs and kneels between them. Then he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down with sudden gestures. Raising my shapely legs, he finishes undressing the tiny garment, discarding it quickly, and then separates my knees again, his head sinking between them. Before his mouth even touches my sex, I gasp again. When his tongue slides over my clitoris, I think I might faint. My hands clutch the sheet, my head hangs back, my jaw clenched, as I feel him suck me, tasting me masterfully. Brandon brushes my flesh, sucks gently, while grun
However, a few hours after the event had started… " Oh my God! I can't believe it! He's come! " one of the girls exclaims. " Who? " another asks." Mr. Reeves! As curious heads turn and the buzz grows, the plate almost falls out of my hands. I trusted him not to come! I was sure I'd have a quiet few hours!Swallowing dryly and moistening my lips with my tongue, I turn my head in the same direction as everyone else, to watch him approach. The air stops in my lungs. The man manages to look even more handsome dressed informally, but still elegant. I've never seen him in jeans before and… hell, he looks great in them. His black shirt is loose, his hair is now blowing in the wind, unlike the flawless hair he wears every day, and his aviator glasses are over his eyes. I have to stop myself from cursing out loud. This image of him is everything I don't need to keep in my head. I know it will be one more way of being tormented. As everyone jostles to welcome him, I try to keep as far away
I get out of the way of the cars just in time to catch a glimpse of him passing me in his latest year of gray Mercedes. Even though the car is moving, he stares at me through the open window ardently, then leaves the parking lot and reaches the street, speeding away in that beauty of a machine. I can't help but sigh. And it was only then that I remembered to look around and make sure no one had caught us. Luckily, apart from the gloom that already dominates the place, there are no people close enough to recognize us. I resume my walk, realizing that I've certainly missed the bus. However, I'm smiling, folding my hands behind my back and noticing that I don't really care. It was for a good cause. An excellent case, in fact. I have two options: wait for the next one, which will come in an hour, or walk home. It'll be about a 40-minute walk. But I feel refreshed and decide not to wait for the bus. I know it must seem like I'm not in the best of moods, with that silly smile on my face
Then, when I became a well-known tech entrepreneur and started to stand out in the media, Lee Ann reappeared and made no bones about asking me for money. I knew she'd be trouble if I refused, so I just gave her a fat allowance to leave me alone… but even that wasn't enough. God! It's a good thing that in a few hours' time, I'll have sweet, tempting Sofia in my arms, to get rid of all the tension that woman has brought me! Sofia A few hours later, very nervous, I knocked softly on the door of suite 220, wearing my newest dress, a light lipstick, just to highlight my lips, very well brushed hair, heels and my favorite perfume. It's a nice evening, so I didn't wear a jacket.The way Brandon stands and examines me all over, in appreciation, makes me sure that the small folly of having bought the dress was worth it. - Wow! - he exclaims softly, in a deep voice. - You look beautiful! I told you. I don't exactly think I'm ugly. But the way he talks to me, the way he looks at me... a