MasukA staring contest was happening between Isla and her white ceiling above. The wall clock read seven in the morning. By now, she should have heard the soft creak of the door, and Gareth should have walked in, but minutes passed and nothing happened.Isla sat up tiredly. Gareth would probably either show up late or not show up at all, and she couldn’t delay when an important meeting was waiting for her at the office.Picking up her phone, she decided to send a message. She searched for a contact saved as Hunn, with a profile picture of Gareth smiling, and tapped on it.She began typing.Hunn, I’ve missed you so much. I want us to talk about everything and start afresh. Please come home.She sent another message.I’ve cut ties with anything involving Damien. I know I haven’t been fair, and I’ve reflected a lot. I choose you. I will always choose you, and I don’t want what we have to go to waste.After sending the messages, she exited Gareth’s chat box and scrolled until she found Damien’
“Oh my God, you look like a goddess,” James gasped behind Isla as he admired her.She stood in front of the standing mirror, seeing eye to eye with her stunning reflection. The white dress beautifully hugged her slim curves and highlighted her cool skin undertone, making her look even more beautiful.“Your husband will be stunned!”As the words left James’s lips, the curve on Isla’s mouth flattened into a straight line. Through all the glam, the only thing she could hear was your husband this, your husband that, and she wasn’t even dressed like this to meet her husband. Her fist clenched as she held herself together.Something irritating began to prick at her skin, but it wasn’t James, who talked too much. It was herself.Clearing her throat and forcing a smile, she faced James. “The dress really was made for me. I love it.”“I knew it, clock it,” James snapped his fingers.“Nadia will take care of the pay as usual,” Isla said, nodding at him.“I know the drill, ma’am. Good night,” Ja
“You’ve been so moody today, is everything okay?” Hugo asked, leaning against the doorframe of Amanda’s office while munching on an apple.Amanda rolled her eyes, fingers aggressively tapping against her laptop keys. “Mr Damien has a date.”Her reply didn’t quite do it for Hugo. One of his brows arched higher than the other, twisting his face into a look of confusion. “And why does that make you want to rip that poor laptop apart?”Amanda sharply turned her head toward him. “Because it’s Isla. And I don’t get what’s wrong with that woman. She’s already married, her husband has everything, what does she gain by trying to seduce Mr Damien?”Blink. Blink.Hugo double-blinked at her outburst.“What?” Amanda snapped, irritation thick in her tone. If she was ranting, she wanted support, not to be looked at like she’d lost her mind.“Let me get this straight,” Hugo said, tossing the remaining half of his apple neatly into the trash bin at the corner of the office. “You’d rather blame the wom
That same evening at Khan’s mansion, Isla sat on her bed, far from her ringing phone. The second Damien picked the call, she panicked and cut it before he could even say anything. He had called back about three times, but she didn’t pick up or even bring herself to look at the phone.She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she had actually called him, or even accepted the card in the first place. What the hell was she thinking? Her fingers gripped her hair as she scolded herself inwardly.It suddenly went quiet. Her phone stopped ringing just as she had prayed for, yet oddly, she felt empty. She slowly picked up the phone when it vibrated with a text message from Damien’s number.You called me tonight for a reason, Isla, and it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about your feelings or whatever happened between us in Greece. But I’m still here, Isla, to listen to whatever you have to say, maybe about work or something else. We could even have casual conversations. I just wa
Twenty-one years ago.In a luxurious spacious building, a picture-perfect family of four were supposed to be having a happy family dinner together ; if only it hadn’t turned into the biggest nightmare a nine-year-old boy would ever experience with his fully developed eyes.“Do you like the food?” a beautiful Indian woman in her late twenties or early thirties asked, looking directly at a British looking almost elderly man eating with his cutleries.“It tastes really different today. It’s really good,” her husband, Paul replied.Veena smiled, feeling proud of herself. “I prepared dinner myself. I even served the maids and everyone. I wanted to learn how to cook to impress you, Paul.”“You don’t have to learn any skills to impress me. The fact that I get to marry a beautiful woman and have two healthy children is enough to impress me,” Paul brushed her off with a grin. From his face, one could see he was stupidly in love.“Excuse me, Mom and Dad, I’m going to use the bathroom,” little D
His lips felt like a gentle kind of warmth on her skin, she involuntary pulled her head back, giving him easy access."You like this, don't you?" His lips moved to her ears and whispered.She released a soft moan in response. His hands trailed down her soft curves through her fabric, slowly moving upward beneath her dress."I'm curious to see how wet you are for me" husky whispers to her ears, his touch was everywhere but the wet folds in between her legs."Dev" she whimpered in slight frustration."What? You want me to touch your wet pussy?" He nibbled her ears while whispering.Priya couldn't bare the torture, she thrusted her hips upwards, hoping to get to him by herself but as a stubborn man Dev was, he took his hands far away from her reach."Please" she almost cried."I asked if you wanted me to touch your wet pussy and I love being answered when I ask a fucking question!" His voice had gotten deeper and demanding but it only added heat to her core.She wanted him to talk to her







