Brianna looked at the huge silhouette sitting on the love couch. She swallowed hard as she trace the outlines of his shadows.
He's a huge man, probably a six-footer if he stands up. Just by imagining this man will have her underneath, Brianna wanted to run already. But she stood on her ground and took a deep breath. "Sir, I'm so sorry I was late." She apologized, though she knew it was not her fault. She wouldn't wanna pissed him off. Brianna stood in front of him with her tank top and pants. She's still fully dressed, yet she could feel his burning stare. "So, you're Eve…" he drawled. "The one who made those men outside crazy." Brianna's cheeks heated. She knew that fact already, but it felt like a crime when this man spoke about it. "Yes, my name is Eve." He hummed in response. "I bet that's not your real name?" Brianna couldn't help but frown. Did she hear disappointment in his voice? Or maybe she was just imagining things. Why would he be disappointed with a woman like her? "Yes, it's my alias." she answered truthfully. Everyone knows it's not her real name. Again, he hummed as he nodded his head. "What do you expect to happen tonight, Eve?" he asked. Brianna's body stiffened. She swallowed and forced herself to calm down. "I expected what needs to happen tonight. You already paid for my service, and I will do my best to exact the value of what you paid for." She breathed out hard after talking. She didn' expect that answer to come out of her mouth. She heard him let out a sexy laugh. Briianna was actually shocked when she heard his voice. She expected him to be old, but based on the tone and caliber of his voice, he's still young. She wondered who he really was. Zendy told her that he's popular. Brianna focused her sight on his face, but she couldn't identify him. "So, what are you waiting for? Why don't you change to that sexy lingerie and show me if you're really worth the price." Brianna didn't waste time. She immediately went to the bathroom with the lingerie he's talking about. While changing, she can't help the fast pounding of her heart. "God, why am I so nervous like this?" She was talking to herself in the mirror. She applied minimal makeup, just like what her client demanded. "Just relax, Bri." She took in a lungful of air and let out in a breathy way. "This is going to be over soon, and you'll go home safe and sound." She uttered a small prayer before going out of the bathroom. There was already soft music playing in the room, it was sexy and the cold air from the AC made her nipples hard. She looked at his way. He was still sitting on the couch with a glass of alcohol in his hand. "Do you want to drink first? I can see that you're nervous." Is she that obvious?Maybe she really needed a drink. He poured liquor into the glass and gestured to her to take it. With forced confidence she went to him and took the shot. Her throat burned. But the alcohol was an effective way to calm her nerves. "Take another one, you'll need it." Again, he poured alcohol. This time, the glass was almost full. Without hesitation, Brianna took it in one go. She almost choked. "What a very good girl…" he drawled. His voice was sensual and deep. "Thank you, I feel better now." Brianna smiled at him. "No worries, babe. Now, show me what you got…" *** Just by looking at her, Phoenix could feel that he's about to explode, but he forced himself to calm down. Her body was made to be worshiped by men. Of course, he had seen a lot of sexy women with all the right curves at the right places. But Eve's body hits differently. She's neither thick nor thin,but her waist was so small he imagined anchoring his hands on them while he pounded her from behind. He cleared throat as he watched her begin to sway her sexy body to the slow beating of the music. He swallowed hard. He can't deny the sexual tension he has for this woman. She was too sexy and alluring in his eyes, and his body couldn't deny it. He pulled down the zipper of his pants and took out his shaft. Before he came to the bar, he had decided already that he's not going to fuck her, but he's just going to release the tension he;s been havinf for days. He stil can't accept the fact that he wanted to fuck a woman like her, a stripper in the bar. He began to play with his rock-hard dick."Fuck!" His other hand cupped his balls while the other started to jack off. ***Brianna told herself that this was just like the ordinary performance that she'd used to do on the stage. There's nothing special in this one. That's what she's telling herself. But her body told her a different story. As she danced in front of this stranger, she felt her body begin to feel the fire. She felt hot all over, and she couldn't help but moan while she swayed her body. She can feel her pussy getting wet and it made her confused. She had never felt this kind of sensation while she performed in front of those men. "Stop!" Brianna halted from her dance. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. When she focused her sight on him, she saw that his shaft was out of its confinement and he was playing with it while watching her dance. It was huge, that's for sure. She can see it in the shadows. "Do you want me to stop already?" She asked nervously. Does he want to take her now? "Come here now." Much to her protest and fear, she walked towards him and stood in front of him. Now she can see his shaft clearly. His face was not that clear. "Kneel." He commanded. His voice was restraining and hard. Brianna obliged and kneeled in front of his raging shaft. What happened next shocked her. Loads of come splintered into her face. And along with those gliterry-white liquid was his animalistic growl of pleasure as he released everything.Phoenix’s grip slipped on the ballet barre, his knee buckling as he crashed onto the studio mat. Across the room, his dance instructor, Misha, winced.“Enough,” Misha said, tossing Phoenix a towel. “You’re pushing too hard.”Phoenix hurled the towel against the mirror. “I’ve been crawling for months. You said I’d walk by summer. Walk, not limp like a—”“Like a man who survived a bullet?” Misha snapped. “You’re alive. Adjust your expectations.”Phoenix glared at his reflection—the scarred leg, the cane propped against the barre. “I don’t do ‘adjusted expectations.’”His phone buzzed. Brianna: Board meeting meltdown. Can you come?He typed one-handed while hauling himself up. Be there in 20. Try not to fire anyone before I arrive.Foundation Headquarters – Conference RoomBrianna stood at the head of the table, flanked by Levi and Sarah, as board member Carl Hargrove slammed his fist on the polished wood.“You’re bleeding donors, Brianna! First the Truth Hour disaster, now this?” Carl s
Brianna stared at the studio lights, her palms slick against the arms of the interview chair. The makeup artist had caked on extra concealer to hide the stress-breakout on her jawline. Across the set, the host of Truth Hour, Lila Cruz, adjusted her earpiece, flashing Brianna a smile sharp enough to cut glass.“Remember,” Sarah Chen muttered, adjusting Brianna’s lapel mic, “stick to the foundation’s talking points. Don’t let her bait you into—”“Talking about Phoenix. Yeah, I got it.” Brianna swatted Sarah’s hand away. “I’m not an idiot.”Sarah’s jaw tightened. “You blew up at a donor last week for asking about his recovery. So yeah, let’s pretend you’re not a live wire.”The producer waved frantically. 30 seconds.Brianna’s phone buzzed in Sarah’s pocket. “It’s Levi. Again.”“Ignore him.” Brianna straightened. “He’s just pissed I didn’t run the segment by him.”“Because it’s a terrible idea.” Sarah shoved the phone back. “You’re giving Lila Cruz a primetime slot to grill you. This isn
The aftermath of the exposé was a whirlwind. Brianna became a symbol of resilience, a voice for the voiceless. She was inundated with interview requests, speaking engagements, and offers to write a book about her experiences. Sarah Chen, ever the savvy strategist, carefully managed the flood, ensuring Brianna was protected from exploitation and that her message remained clear and consistent.The money from the National Informer settlement, while initially a source of shame, now provided a foundation for a new beginning. Brianna used a portion of it to secure a comfortable home for herself, her mother, and Sophie, a sanctuary far removed from the shadows of Valkyrie and the glare of the media spotlight. She also established a foundation dedicated to supporting victims of media harassment and fighting for freedom of speech.But amidst the accolades and the opportunities, Brianna struggled to find her footing. The trauma of the shooting, the betrayal by the National Informer, and the los
The leak started as a whisper, a tremor on the surface of the stagnant pond that was the accepted narrative. Sarah Chen, her lawyer, called it “controlled demolition.” Brianna called it terrifying. Each carefully placed piece of information, each anonymous quote, chipped away at the National Informer's fortress of lies.The first sign of cracks came when a rival tabloid ran a sidebar article titled, “Senator’s Sweetheart – Victim or Villain?” Levi called Brianna, his voice tight with anxiety.“They’re onto something,” he said. “They’re asking questions about the NDA. Be careful.”“I am,” Brianna replied, her voice steadier than she felt. “Sarah Chen’s got this.”But the unease lingered, a knot in her stomach that tightened with each passing day.Then came the phone call. The call that changed everything. Brianna was braiding Sophie's hair, the familiar routine a small comfort in the storm brewing around them. The caller ID was blocked."Hello?" Brianna answered cautiously.A gruff voi
The decision to break free from her gilded cage was a seed planted in fertile ground. Brianna watered it with newfound courage, nurtured it with a burgeoning sense of self-worth, and watched as it began to sprout, its tendrils reaching towards the sunlight of truth. But breaking free from the constraints of the NDA wouldn’t be easy. The National Informer had deep pockets and a reputation for ruthless tactics. She needed a plan, a strategy, and allies she could trust.Her first call was to Levi. Despite his role in facilitating the NDA, she knew he had acted out of concern, not malice. He was, at heart, a decent man caught in a web of political intrigue."Levi," she said, her voice firm, when he answered the phone. "I need your help."There was a long pause. "Brianna?" he said, his voice laced with surprise. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen?""I'm fine, Levi," she said. "But I can't stay silent anymore. I need to tell my story. I need to break free from this agreement.
The four walls of the apartment pressed in on Brianna, each hour amplifying the suffocating silence she had bought with cold, hard cash. The TV blared a mindless sitcom, a pathetic attempt to fill the void, but the hollow laughter only served to amplify the gnawing emptiness inside. She was a gilded cage, with all the comforts, but devoid of freedom.Days blurred into weeks, each one a carbon copy of the last. Brianna spent her time cleaning, organizing, and staring out the window, watching the world go by, a silent observer in her own life. She called her mother every day, assuring her that everything was fine, that she had found a new job, that they were going to be okay. But she couldn't bring herself to tell her the truth, to confess the source of their newfound wealth. The shame was too great.Sophie, thankfully, was blissfully unaware of the chaos that had engulfed their lives. She was happy in her new school, making new friends, and adjusting to their new surroundings. Brianna