Saturday had arrived, three days since that lunch in the city with her boss and the guest. That morning, Ava sat on the edge of her bed, feeling a bit lost in her thoughts. While bathing, she had noticed a couple of bruises on her arms and legs, but she couldn't remember how she got them. After checking the time, she finished getting ready for work. She had been restless during the nights, unable to sleep properly. The scene of Björn with her in the ladies' room kept replaying in her mind, causing her to question her own reactions. She compared it to a similar situation two years ago and realized how different she felt now. The day proceeded as usual, with the security man escorting Ava to the employee entrance door. There, she met Alice, her best friend. "What time do you get off today?" Alice asked, checking the entry time. Ava sighed. "I don't know. I don't have a set time," she frowned and looked at her friend. "Why?" They walked toward the employee locker area. "The group of
Ava glanced at herself from head to toe in the mirror. With Alice's help, her hair had been perfectly straightened, giving her brown locks a longer and sleeker appearance. "I can't believe how much my appearance has changed," Ava murmured, unable to tear her eyes away from her reflection. Her fingers ran through her newly straightened hair. She was already wearing makeup and only needed to put on her outfit to go to the nightclub in town. "What do you need?" Alice's voice echoed from a distance as she walked towards the living room in her high heels. Upon entering, she noticed her friend. "You look stunning," Ava remarked, taken aback by the dramatic transformation. She had never seen Alice dressed like that before—wearing a short golden sequined dress, her hair also straightened, and elongating her legs with platform heels. "I just need to get dressed, and then I'll be ready." "Come on, it's a two and a half-hour drive to the city," Alice urged. Ava hurriedly put on a black dress—
Björn held a crystal glass of the finest whiskey in his hand, his heart fluttering as he heard his name spoken by Ava. "She said my name." He disliked being called by name by people who weren't close to him. "Excuse me, I meant to say, Mr. Hoffmann," she quickly corrected herself, but Björn promptly dismissed it. "Don't worry," he leaned toward her, so she could hear. "I said your name, you responded the same way, and besides, it's not working hours. So you can call me Björn..." Ava felt her breath hitch, and she had to part her lips slightly to take a sly breath. Björn straightened up and, without taking his eyes off her, took a sip of his drink, observing her every reaction. "And your guest?" Ava asked, avoiding eye contact. Björn felt irritated, removed the crystal glass from his lips, and licked a drop from his lower lip with his tongue. That carefree and straightforward gesture evoked strange sensations in Ava, as if she was thirsty. Björn glanced downstairs and spotted Carter
Björn clenched his jaw tightly, the mere thought of Carter being able to touch her or even see her caused his anger to surge out of hiding. "You won't," he said, grabbing Carter's arm. Carter opened his mouth, feeling the pain of Björn's grip. "Hey! That hurts! Easy, easy!" Carter started laughing as Björn released his hold. "I just wanted to see your reaction, Hoffmann." "Stop testing me. You know I'm an impatient man," Björn replied. "I know, but seriously, Hoffmann, you should have a little more fun..." Then he patted Björn on the shoulder and went into the private room. Ava and her group of friends had returned to the dance floor. Björn noticed that she was dancing somewhat awkwardly around them until he spotted the presence of a young man trying to make her laugh. However, she didn't respond, which brought some amusement to Björn. "What do you have to lose, Björn?" he asked himself. He felt the need to approach her, but if their friends, who were hotel employees, noticed, it
Bruno reclined his head as the woman performed an act that she excelled at: oral pleasure. She was eager to spend another night with the billionaire who had arrived in town. She had heard from other girls about his addiction to sex and other fetishes. As she felt the warmth in her mouth, she pulled back and smiled at the satisfied man. "Good job," Bruno said, panting. He was addicted to the sensation of reaching orgasm, the pleasurable pain that sent shivers down his skin. Seeing the woman on her knees before him was an added bonus that never failed to please him. "You can go now," he noted the disappointment in the blonde's eyes. "What are you waiting for?" Disappointed in herself, the woman gathered her clothes and left the place. Bruno walked with slightly trembling legs, his flaccid member exposed. He reached the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a can of German beer. He downed it within seconds and then crushed the can in his hand before tossing it into the sink. The scree
Ava cleared her throat and then took a sharp breath into her lungs. She felt strange, as Björn's proximity had left her with an unusual feeling. Normally, any touch would have prompted Ava to react sharply and dismissively, pushing away any man around her. But since she had been in closer contact with him, she felt somewhat secure, as if he unconsciously protected her. "Or maybe he's just like that with everyone, Ava," she mentally said, abruptly dismissing any further thoughts. "Has 'our' boss left?" Ava heard her friend Alice's voice behind her. Her mascara was smudged, her blonde hair stuck to her forehead, and it was unclear if it was sweat or if she had wet her face. Ava turned to face her and nodded without saying anything. "Well, everyone is drunk, so his actions are to be expected." Ava raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Well, everyone is drunk, so his actions are to be expected." Alice sat on the arm of one of the suite's armchairs, furrowing her brow as she wiped the corner
Björn barely slept a couple of hours and waited for seven o'clock to pick up Ava and return to the hotel.-Good morning," Carter announced with that tousled hair, a big smile on his lips. Björn figured that one of the blondes had given in at the last minute to spend the night with him. - Is everything all right? You've got some nerve..." he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the living room where Björn was sitting. Björn took a sip of his Americano and then looked at his friend.-I haven't slept enough, and that makes me irritable. -Björn confessed.- Because of your employees? -asked Carter, frowning as he set his coffee cup down on the coffee table.-Yes, they are unconscious to want to leave in that state.-But it wasn't like that, Björn. Think that fate put you in their path for a reason. Maybe if you hadn't been there to stop them, you'd already be getting bad news. -Björn froze as he listen
Ava rode the elevator down to the lobby., Björn seeing she is coming trying to pull down the hem of her dress was immediately irritated by the people who were slyly watching her. The straight hair had become wavy, and she had subtly pulled it back. She looked too sexy and flashy in the eyes of the men. She got up from her place and removed the blazer she had on. Ava arrived and took her by surprise when she immediately covered it, Björn looked over, and the men withdrew their gazes at the sight of the man.-Mr. Hoffmann, it is not necessary that..." she was interrupted by Björn.-It is necessary. -She adjusted the jacket on her shoulders, then closed the front, seeming not to want them to see anything of her. She met an Ava with a furrowed brow. -Good morning, by the way, Miss Gray. -Björn said irritably.-Good morning, Mr. Hoffmann.-Have a seat, and I won't be long. What happened in the hallway with you friend," Ava fleetingly closed