ログインChapter 16 ANNIKA The mumbling and whispering at the restaurant kept flowing in my direction. Every word was a mumble even though they surrounded me. Mable and Lulu are sitting next to me, talking, sipping wine, laughing and we're catching up. I sat there, hands-on the legs of my wine glass, eyes staring into nothingness. My mind was anywhere but there. All I could do was play back what had happened a few hours ago. Isaiah went to dinner with Devon. He went on a dinner date with Devon?I know we agreed that nothing was going on between us, and I don't expect there to be any. Isaiah had sworn off relationships after what happened with Sophie’s mum but why did he agree to go on a date with Devon? He doesn't like Devon. In his words, she is like a venomous snake, a wolf. I'm a sheep in clothing, a poison to his business. He doesn't want to be around her, let alone share dinner on the same table with her so why the sudden change of heart? We were together yesterday so I am sure he
Chapter 14 ANNIKA “Anni!” I turned, tracing the voice I had heard. I could never be wrong about that voice. It was Mable. Jerald’s wife. She rushed towards me. Dressed in blue jeans and a blue shirt, which I believe belong to her husband. All in her size 16, she threw herself on me, holding me so tight. “Mable!” I cheered, wrapping my arms around her, as I gasped in awe. “I knew you were coming but I didn't know it was today.” I giggled. “Ugh, Jerald needed to resume work today and I missed you so much, I couldn't afford not coming to see you… I miss you so much, do you not miss me?” she pouted. Mable Manchester or should I call her Mable Links? Wife of Vice President Jerald Links, Isaiah’s closest friend. Mable and I met when I finished college. We barely knew each other but loved the heck out of each other. God, she is so beautiful, her short blonde hair, her full chest which I love you so place my head on all the time because they are so fluffy, her perfectly defined curve
Chapter 13 ISAIAH “Hey somebody!” The door flung open, the air masked with a very annoying, spicy, amber scent. The clicking of heels against the floor sounded exactly like the last person I wanted to see right now. I grunted, lifting my head up, my glasses sitting on th bridge of my nose and my eyes settled on the talk dark skinned man walking into my office in a dark green suit, his hair neatly combed, his blue eyes glinting with pride, his lips curled into a wide smile. Jerald. My friend. Being inseparable since we were in high school, got to college, and became even closer, took the same course and worked side by side with me, building my company. He is the perfect partner in business but a douchebag who chooses his wife over me! Okay, don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against his beautiful wife. Smart. A lawyer. A very good baker too and she knows how to throw a punch. But she can’t just steal my best friend away from me like that. And honestly, I don’t blame her, I blam
Chapter 12ANNIKAShitShitShit.I sat on the floor, my palm against the cold tiles, my head buried. I couldn’t lift my head, but I could look at him. I could hear the low rumble that escaped from him.I slammed my eyes shut, biting my lower lip as my throat bobbed over and over.I felt his presence closer but I couldn’t bring myself to look. Then I felt his wide palm cup my cheeks and lifted my face. “Open your eyes, Annika.” I heard him grumble, like a command. I opened my eyes and they settled on his. My eyes met those deep captivating eyes. His lips curled, slowly, not a full laugh but teasing enough to let me know that he sees me, he saw the boxes and he knows how horny I am.Fuck.“Is this mine?” He asked, lifting the box, the one I had imagined him holding when I ordered it, the one that comes with a remote control, the one that I imagined him owning and punishing me with.Fuck.No.I should tell him ‘no’ I should tell him I bought it because I was curious, I should tell him
Chapter 11 ISAIAH My eyes slowly unfurled. Ding ding! The sound of her doorbell rang again. You have got to be kidding me. Seriously. Right now? You chose to ring the bell, right now. My head fell on her shoulder, her chest heaving into my face. My two fingers are still at the entrance of her cunt. I could feel her trying to suck my fingers in, the juice rolling down my finger. Whoever is at the door had better pray that they are here for something important, else I’ll make sure they never come here tonight. “Are you expecting someone?” I asked, my head still on her shoulder, my body slightly lifted off her body, making sure I wasn’t pressing my body weight on her. Her low moan and panting filled my brain cells and my other head which had no brain to mention cells, kept getting hard. Fuck me. “Uhm..” she muffled, breathless. “It’s a delivery.”Delivery? “Food?” I asked, clearly recalling that we just spent an hour plus in a restaurant eating pasta while I fantasized abou
Chapter 10 Annika “So, you’re just going to drop me off?” I said, standing outside my apartment door, hands clasped together, holding my Berkin bag and before you ask why I have a Berkin bag, Isaiah got it for me as my birthday present last year. And no, I did not refuse the bag… it was a freaking Berkin bag, why would I refuse it? And mostly when it’s coming from a man who didn’t even feel the money leave his account. It was a one in a life time opportunity and I grabbed it. He sat in his car, hands on his wheel, Jeremy had to go home, his wife had an emergency, so I was left in the car with Isaiah. He was silent through the drive home, he didn’t say another word to me and it felt like torture. I really want to apologize for asking him to be my sex partner but then again… I want to experience it again… I want him to go down on me again, and do things to me. I know… I’m crazy… I need help. His eyes stayed on me, slow, deliberate. “Good night Annika.” He grumbled, before I could
aaaChapter 9 AnnikaWe both sat in the back of the car. Still in my wine skirt and fitted blouse, I let my hair down, touched up my makeup… actually, Julie did. We met in the company’s bathroom while I was letting my hair down. It was still a dinner, I couldn’t afford to look like my problem. “A
Chapter 8 ANNIKA The word sex partner rolled off his tongue like a bitter dark chocolate. The way his nose crunched, the way his eyes bored at me even though it was only for a few seconds. He was … pissed. I wanted to talk but the words couldn’t seem to roll off my tongue. “Sir… I…” “I’ll mak
Chapter 7 ISAIAH “Dad?” “Dad?” “Mr. Isaiah Volkov!” Sophie’s voice rang through the living room, snapping me out of my thoughts. Shit, how long did I space out? I turned to my daughter, arms wrapped around her chest, eyes the same color as mine, squinting, scanning me thoroughly. My pretty si







