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“Tell me, fairy, do you enjoy it when I kiss you” he whispered his thumb teasing her n****eHer breath caught in her throat. “I—I love… love it,” the words escaped her lips in a trembling whisper, fragile and unguarded.A faint, almost predatory curve touched his lips.In one swift motion, his hand found her waist and pressed firmly. She was lowered against the table, the cold surface meeting her back as his strength overwhelmed the space between them.His other hand swept across the stack of documents beside her. Papers scattered violently to the floor, a soft, chaotic storm of white sheets fluttering like startled birds in the charged silence.His fingers slid inside her shirt finding her n****e, getting hard instantly, she gasped. In a swift motion his hand grabbed her breast squeezing firmly and her gasp came loudly this time.“Am I going too fast, fairy?” he asked, his voice low, careful, almost restrained as if he were holding back a storm.Cleopatra’s breath trembled. “No… I l
Calvin descended the staircase slowly, each step echoing with deliberate weight, as though the very air in the hall bowed to his presence. Silence tightened around the gathering crowd. Some lowered their gazes. Others held their breath. “Insolent,” he said at last, voice low and cold. He stopped midway down, lips curving faintly in something that was not quite a smile. “Really.” “And you believe so?” His gaze swept over Hollander with quiet disdain. “Tell me… did you come here with eyes that refuse to see, or are you simply blind even when the truth stands before you?” “I…” Hollander’s voice fractured, panic seeping through every syllable as he searched desperately for words that would not condemn him further. By the time Calvin reached him, the tension in the room had grown dense enough to choke. “This lady,” Calvin said, voice controlled but cutting, “observed that your model was in distress. She responded with professionalism and ingenuity. Instead of allowing harm, she imp
She walked forward.Each step was precise, but the tension in her aura was undeniable; jealousy coiled beneath her calm like a venomous serpent waiting to strike.She stopped beside the table and extended the terminal.“Your card,” she said evenly, though her voice carried an edge sharp enough to cut.Calvin stared at her. “You still work here?”“Yes,” Lilly giggled, pulling back slightly from Simon. “She’s been working here for about six months.”Cleopatra’s gaze snapped toward her.“Mind your business,” she shot back, the jealousy no longer fully disguised.Kiara’s lips curved faintly.“Mr. Calvin,” she purred sweetly, deliberately tightening her hold on his arm, “why don’t we take this to the room?”That was it.The final spark.“Sorry,” Cleopatra cut in, her tone no longer polite.In one swift motion, she stepped forward and yanked Kiara’s hand off Calvin’s arm. Not gently. Not politely.“He’s not going anywhere with you.”The room fell silent.Cleopatra’s jealousy was no longer s
Calvin’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade drawn in the dark.“I want a full background check on Anthony Curtis. His company. The employees under his direct command. And find out whether Cleopatra works for him.”There was no room for negotiation in his tone, only cold intent.On the other end of the line, Davin straightened instinctively. “Understood, sir.”“I need the results within three days.” Calvin turned slightly toward the window, gaze distant, calculating. “No delays.”“I’ll have everything on your desk as soon as possible, sir.”The call ended.Silence lingered for half a breath.A soft knock.“Sir, your coffee.” Lara’s gentle voice drifted in as she stepped forward, placing the cup carefully on the table.Calvin glanced at her briefly. “Thank you, Mrs. Lara.”“Oh, Mrs. Lara!”Simon’s voice burst into the room as he strode in, dropping onto the couch with reckless energy. “Can I get freshly made orange juice?”“Of course, sir. We still have fresh oranges. I’ll squeeze
With casual boldness, he pulled one of the women dressed in lingerie onto his lap.“Sorry I was late,” he said sharply. “I was dealing with that nagging bitch.”Oliver tossed the bag onto the glass table with a dull thud.“What’s that?” Anderson asked, glancing at the bag.“Ecstasy,” Oliver replied bluntly. “We’re going to get high tonight and fuck hot.”Silence settled over the room.“What?” Calvin said coldly. “I’m not taking part in this. If you can’t put that away, I’m leaving.”“Of course, Damian. What’s wrong with you?” Simon added immediately.“Keep it away. No drugs tonight,” Anthony said firmly.Damian’s eyes widened slightly at Anthony’s words.“Hahaha even you?” Damian muttered.Seeing how serious they all were, Damian exhaled slowly and shoved the bag into the drawer.“Alright. I’ll dispose of it later.”Suddenly, Oliver’s grip tightened around the woman seated on his lap, his breath brushing against the sensitive curve of her nape as he pressed a rough, lingering kiss aga
Her hand reached into the bag and picked out the neatly folded cotton shorts. In a matter of seconds, she had washed up and changed into them, the simple fabric settling comfortably against her skin. She then stepped into the private room where they had eaten earlier, finding Calvin sitting quietly, waiting.“Why aren’t you eating?” she asked.“Oh I was just waiting for you,” he replied softly.“How sweet,” she muttered, smiling shyly at him as the chair creaked softly under her weight.After they finished eating, they drove quietly toward her apartment, the city lights drifting past the car windows like scattered, glowing memories beneath the night’s veil. The journey was wrapped in quiet comfort, broken only by the soft, steady hum of the engine and the unspoken warmth of their shared presence.Calvin parked in front of her apartment building and walked her inside, staying close as though shielding her from the stillness of the night.At her door, he paused and said softly, “Go in a







