Ayla"Kai Marlowe Rivers," I read on the back of my shared photo with my brother, his name flowing with hardship between my lips. I turned the photo, smiling through the heartache as I looked at the only recent shared picture with him. I missed him, so much so that his photo blurred as my eyes filled up."We have twenty minutes to go before the meeting," came Kaleb's voice through the intercom, pulling me back into reality."I'm ready," I cleared my throat, my voice coming out weaker than I intended."Is everything okay?" He asked after seconds of silence. I could hear shuffling on his side, making me scramble for a piece of pocket tissue. The last thing I wanted was to explain why I had teary eyes."Ye-s," I answered, wiping my eyes."Okay." He ended the call, making me heave a sigh of relief.I had arranged everything he needed for the meeting, including preparing slideshows for his presentation. According to his briefing, the meeting would include Roman and his secretary, the board
Kaleb"Will you just drop it?" I told Dean for the umpteenth time, dropping my pen on my office desk."But I'm just getting started. Do you know that I ended up having a threesome with those girls? And damn, the sex was just out of this world." I shook my head as he explained in excitement, his eyes lighting up as if he were reliving the whole thing."I don't need to know about what you people did," I clearly stated, directing a glare at him."Don't pretend that you didn't want to go fuck Mia. I saw the way you hesitated, probably thinking about it," Dean spoke, rotating on the swivel chair opposite mine."When did you become a mind reader? If anything, I wanted to get as far as I could from her." It was partly the truth, and I didn't need to explain myself any further."I thought I planned it all good, but I guess I still expected you to turn them down now that Ayla seems to have occupied your senses." I sat up, looking at him, trying to make sense of his words."What exactly are you
Ayla "Kaleb," I called, looking at him sprawled on the leather couch. When he didn't respond, I dragged myself off the bed, trying to remember how we ended up falling asleep. When I looked at the time on my phone on the bedside table, it was already 30 minutes past 9 in the morning. I had to rub my eyes and recheck, just to be sure. "Shit," I swore, walking to the couch to shake Kaleb but decided not to. Instead, I took a quick shower and prepared breakfast. I managed to cook through without throwing up, all while praying for him not to wake up before I was done. I took time to really look at him as he slept soundly, his lips slightly parted. It was the first time I was taking time to really admire him without shying off. For a man, he sure had long lashes that fanned his cheeks and thick eyebrows with slits that made him look even more sexy. It took everything in me not to run my hand on his face just to feel his skin. "Fuck," I whispered when my eyes dropped all the way fr
KalebMy thumb hovered over my phone screen on the confirm button for an escort as I palmed myself under the desk. Despite trying everything to get Ayla out of my mind, the need to feel her intensified with every passing minute. Goddess, I wanted to taste her, even for a few minutes, to feel her petite body against mine."Argh!" I stood up, deciding to go to the adjacent resting area for a break instead of inviting an escort over to the office. I was at a point where I needed release because my cock was becoming painful and could no longer allow me to concentrate at work. Without thinking twice, I switched on the TV and logged into the browser, then got comfortable on the bed after removing my shoes.While rubbing myself, I searched for local porn and played the first video that I came across. It started with the girl kneeling in front of the man, unzipping him. I unbuttoned my slacks, lowered them to my waist, then dipped my hand under my brief. My breath was coming out in short puff
AylaI walked out of Kaleb's office with my head held high, fighting a smile off my face. His words had hurt me that morning, so it felt quite good to use them against him. Apart from that, though, I couldn't deny that I just wanted to spend time with him, talking about anything and everything.Right after I stepped into the hallway, I found a tall man around his late 30s leaning against my counter, tapping his foot on the tiled floor. His gaze was on his watch, but he lifted his face when I came into view."You must be Mr. Kaleb's secretary; I saw you at the meeting." He seemed pleasant as he shook my hand, his eyes fixed on my cleavage."And you must be Randolf, the Head of the Finance Department." I had received an email earlier, booking an appointment with Kaleb around 2 in the afternoon."Right, did you fix a spot for me? There are important matters I need to discuss with him." He licked his lips as he spoke, staring longily at my exposed part of my boobs. I didn't like that look
Kaleb "What's wrong? You've barely said a word since we got off work," I said after a long silence, driving with Ayla staring out of the window, without any movement. Her hair was down, covering most of the side of her face, so I couldn't really look at her expression and tell what was happening. "Ayla?" I called when she sniffled and adjusted herself so that her face was totally hidden from my view. "Are you crying? Is it what happened earlier in my office?" She shook her head, another sniffle following. Then I remembered that I had sent her to deliver a file to Angel; could she have seen Roman and something ended up happening between them, worse, Roman hurting her? With that possibility in mind, I pulled over, right at the diversion that led to our home. "Did Roman do something to you?" I pressed, my fist itching to connect with the Dimwit's face once again. "No, it's just the pregnancy hormones," she finally whispered, her voice so low that I barely heard her over the soft mus
AylaI examined my wrists the minute I got inside the house, the feeling of helplessness engulfing me once again. I could still feel Roman's grip around my wrists, crawling all over my skin, and his breath on my face as he warned me. My body was still trembling, my mind reliving the entire ordeal."Would he have forced himself on me if Danica hadn't walked in?" I knew the answer to that question, and the mere imagination made me literally tremble. I stood in front of the mirror, my frail, blurry reflection looking back at me. My eyes were red and swollen, my lips were chapped, and there was a visible vein on the side of my forehead."He's becoming worse," I admitted in a barely audible, shaky voice, closing my eyes as tears escaped. My chest felt like it was being squeezed from the inside, the pain spreading to the upper part of my abdomen."Hey Ayla," Marise called as she knocked."What?" I responded after seconds of silence, debating whether to answer or just ignore."Open up; I hav
Kaleb Everything around us ceased from existing as Ayla mewled, kissing me back in matched energy. I tilted my face, deepening the kiss as every sense of caution went out of reach. Sparks erupted between us, turning into fire as I pressed tight against her, running my hands on her luscious body. "So sweet," I breathed against her lips, capturing them once again when she let out a soft moan. Heat spread through my veins as she clung onto me, beginning to gyrate her petite body against mine. I felt as if my dick was going to burst with how much blood was rushing there, hardening it to its limit. "Kaleb," Ayla whispered after pulling back, panting against me. "Goddess baby, you taste so good," I breathed, caressing her soft cheek. "More," she responded, sinking her upper teeth into her lower wet lip, pulled it, then released it, all while holding my gaze with her beautiful calling eyes. There was a fire in them, one that was calling me, consuming me whole. "You're playing with fire,
AylaKaleb ground his crotch into mine, eliciting a soft moan, which he swallowed in the kiss. I knew I was supposed to stay mad at him, but how could I when at that moment the only feeling I could feel was heat coursing through my veins, pooling between my legs?I roamed my hands on his covered lean back, feeling the hard muscles beneath my palms."Goddess, baby, I want you," he repeated, snapping his hips forward."Mmh," I could only hum as he pressed further into me, grazing my pulsating clit."Come on," I complained when he sat up, missing his warmth already."Relax; I want to make sure that there is no barrier between us." He winked, unbuttoning his blue button-down shirt. The hunger in his eyes prompted me to sit down and take off my dress, my patience thinning."Oh damn," he huskily uttered, his gaze roaming from my boobs, down to my thighs and the sweet spot."I could say the same," I retorted, licking my lips as I admired his lean upper body. My eyes followed the movement of
Kaleb"No, you're lying." Amanda shook her head, turning to look at me."Is she?" I asked her, straightening my back as the weight of what Ayla was trying to accomplish pressed down on me."Trust me," Ayla mouthed the words at me while Amanda's attention was still directed at me. I knew the moment Ayla lied that I was sterile; she was looking to bait Amanda and gauge her reaction."B-ut," Amanda stuttered, her upper lip trembling."What's wrong, Amanda? Cat got your tongue?" Ayla mocked, wiggling her eyebrows."Yeah, Amanda, you look a little taken aback for someone who believes that the DNA results were correct...unless, of course, they were fake," I chimed in, heat flushing through my body. A part of me hoped that for her sake Leo was mine, but another part was doubtful."How can you even say that? Of course the results were legit. You came for the test, remember?" She defended."And yet when I told you that you would speak directly to my lawyer, you got all mad and threatened to ta
AylaI sat on my office chair staring at my computer screen as it lit up. My mind was saturated, but I had work that needed to be done. Randolf had forwarded more emails for me to go through and more files to read and sign. Dean had gone through more transaction records, and each one of them led to a trail of money laundering behind Kaleb's back."You did say apart from the wooded area, Roman visits another house frequently, right?" I asked Dean over the tea break in his office, sitting comfortably on his office couch while he rotated aimlessly on his chair."That's right. Although I can't tell exactly why," he responded."Can you text me the address?" I crossed my index and middle fingers, hoping that he wouldn't ask why I needed it. I wanted to survey the house to see if I could get something useful. With Marise missing and Roman's attempt to pin the attempted murder on him, I needed to uncover more dirt about him."Sure, but if I may ask." He paused, leaning over the desk, his elbo
KalebI didn't sleep a wink—I kept on tossing and turning, thinking about Roman, my mother and Marise. By 6 a.m., Ayla and I were outside Marise's ward, waiting for clearance to go in. There was a lot of movement in her room, hospital staff going in and out. I had a lot of questions, and the only person who could give me straight answers was Marise. We hadn't played the CD, not after discovering such a life-changing truth."Excuse me," I called to one of the female nurses."What's going on? We have been waiting here for minutes to go in, but no one is telling us a thing." I consulted, squinting my brows when the two detectives assigned to her shooting case showed up."You can't see her now," she quickly stated, looking at her wristwatch."But—""She's missing, okay? She was here one minute, and the next her bed was empty, and now there is a search going on for her," she relayed."How can a patient left under the hospital's care go missing? Marise was in no condition to walk out of the
Ayla"If it isn't my douche brother or should I call say...wife snatcher, his best friend and my wife who can't keep her legs closed," Roman mocked, as we headed into the mansion via the rear entry, leaning on the double door frame. I expected Kaleb to jump on him, but he ignored him."Are you not going to say something?" Roman added, attempting to rile us up."Actually I do have something to say," I crossed my arms across my upper abdomen and stopped walking."Absolutely no, you have nothing to say to him." Kaleb attempted to pull me away from Roman."I don't need your permission, or anyone else's permission to talk to whoever I want," I told Kaleb, ignoring the crease on his forehead."Is it because of what I did to you?" Kaleb asked, looking at Dean for help."This has nothing to do with you," I clarified."You heard her, she wants to talk to me. Now chop chop, I want to catch up with my first wife." Roman was relishing in the fact that I was defying Kaleb."I will come up in a fe
KalebI was going through my emails, one by one when Dean called me. The day had been a long one, and I hoped that whatever he had to say wasn't going to make it even worse."Aren't you one door away from my office down the hallway?" I asked, forcing enthusiasm even though I felt drained. All I wanted was to talk to Ayla but I knew she wasn't going to even think about it after what Amanda pulled off earlier."I'm not in the office, had to step out with Ayla." The moment he mentioned her name the insides of my stomach warmed up. "How is she? Is she okay? Can you please tell her that I really want to explain myself?" I didn't know I was going on and on until Dean chuckled over the phone, snapping me out of it."We are outside the building, heading to the mansion," Dean explained."Is Ayla coming back?" I excitedly asked, shutting down my computer."Be down here in 10 minutes, I'll tell you on the way," he straight up instructed. I could hear Ayla in the background telling Dean that sh
Ayla"Are you heading out early today?" Dean asked after I walked out of my office, head downcast. My eyes were swollen yet again from crying the entire afternoon, until I couldn't cry anymore. "I uum," I cleared my throat, to clear my husky voice. "I want to visit Marise today," I finished, side stepping him."You've been crying." He stated as a matter of fact, wrapping his hand around my wrist."Listen Ayla—""Please don't Dean. I know you want to talk about Kaleb and Amanda and right now, I can't," I breathed, biting my bottom lip to stop it from trembling."I understand. Can I give you a ride to the hospital? Before you say no, I want to accompany you because I know about what Marise did. Even though she is bed ridden, seeing her alone is dangerous," he quickly spoke. "Okay," I whispered.It didn't take long for us to get to the hospital, and even though visiting hours were over, Dean managed to get us into the ward. When we got in, Marise was asleep, her back facing us. "Maybe
KalebI kept on passing by Ayla's office, gathering enough courage to talk to her after a night of not sleeping in the same house with her. Dean had told me that she came in earlier since she lived near the office, but I hadn't seen her. It was almost lunchtime, and she was still locked up in her office. Pacing up and down in the hallway, I eyed her door from a distance."Is there a reason why you are pacing up and down instead of answering my calls?" The irritating voice sounded behind me, breaking me out of my trance."What the hell are you doing here?" I gritted my teeth, my back facing Amanda. How had I not heard the sound of her stilettos coming into contact with the tiled hallway? I must have been really deep in thought."Didn't you get the email?" Her sickly sweet voice had me clenching my hands into fists. After closing my eyes to calm myself down, I turned, glaring at her."Given that look," she said, roaming her eyes around my face as if scrutinising it. "You have already co
Ayla"You said you were taking me to an apartment, Dean, not a freaking penthouse," I exclaimed, my swollen eyes widening as I took in the entrance."Well, it's still technically an apartment." Dean shrugged as we walked inside the beautiful space. The first thing I saw was floor-to-ceiling glass windows that allowed the natural flow of light inside."I can't afford this," I whispered, admiring the bespoke furniture."Yes, you can, but you are not paying," he answered."But you said you were going to—""Forget what I said, Ayla. You are free to stay here for however long you wish. Everything will be provided for," Dean clarified, beckoning me to follow him."What's the catch?" I stopped, placing my hands on either side of my waist."There's no catch, I am helping a friend," Dean explained."You haven't known me for that long. Plus a part of me feels like Kaleb put you up to this. And if he did, let me break it to you, this will not make me forgive him.""I don't need to know a person