Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed another chapter with our girl Arianna. She is definitely feeling the pressure of staying on top. Interested to see what she's going to do to stay relevant and keep Mila out of her world.
GABE - Ten years agoIt was just after the New Year and I was laying in my room, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts I couldn’t escape. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Mila–her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited, and the way she looked at me when she thought I was looking. Then the memory was darkened by the way she looked at me that day I broke up with her at school. The memory played on a loop in my head until it was impossible to think of anything else.We had just returned from the Mount Frita ski resort, a tradition I once enjoyed but now resented. Every year, the Moras joined us, and this year, I played my part–the perfect son, the ideal mate, the mask firmly in place. It was unbearable. The laughter, the family outings, the forced conversations, the constant pressure to look content when all I wanted to do was scream. I didn’t want to be there.A constant ache settled in my chest, a reminder of what I lost. I kept telling myself that ending thing
MILA“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”And there goes the tears. Gabe immediately moved to Noah’s side as I tried to comfort him as best as I could. “Hey, Noah, it’s okay,” I said gently, keeping my voice calm and reassuring. “It was just an accident.”Noah shook his head. “Mommy’s going to be mad. I’ll be in big trouble.”“I promise you won’t be,” Gabe said. “Everyone knows things can get a bit messy when eating spaghetti. Sometimes you can’t control where the sauce goes, right?”Noah blinked, tears falling down his face as he looked between all of us with uncertainty. “Your dad’s right,” I said, picking up the spaghetti on my lap, making a playful face when I let it plop onto my plate, sauce going everywhere. “See? Sometimes you can’t control where the sauce goes. No harm done, ok?”Noah’s lips twitched into a small, nervous smile before burying his face in Gabe’s shoulder. Gabe lifted Noah in his arms before turning to look at my dress.“I’m sorry about the dress,” Gabe started. “Please, let
MILAA loud noise from behind us caught our attention, breaking the charged moment between us. I was thankful, as I watched the workers apologize and move on to cleaning up the mess.“So, what do you say?” Gabe asked.“I… I can handle it,” I said aloud, trying to ignore Rayne’s constant remarks and focused on getting out of here. “It’s just a bit of sauce.” My voice didn’t sound nearly as convincing as I hoped, and Gabe’s amused smirk told me he knew it.“Mila,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing as he kept his hand firmly on the door, preventing me from opening it. His gaze locked on mine, sending a ripple of something down my spine. “It’s really no trouble. I insist.”"Let him insist," Rayne hummed again, not letting up for even a second. "Come on, Mila. Have some fun before you tear things apart. Listen to how he says your name. Imagine him whispering it when we—"Imagine it? Oh, I had already dreamed of many different ways to make him say my name and a few included bondage. But
MILAGabe immediately stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking Arianna’s view, but I could still feel the weight of her glare. Though, Gabe’s attempt to shield me only seemed to pissed Arianna off even more.“Arianna, it’s not what you think,” Gabe said, his voice calm but edged with urgency.Arianna’s laugh was bitter, cutting through the air like glass. “Not what I think?” she hissed. “Don’t you dare try to spin this. I felt it!” She pointed an accusing finger at me, her voice shaking with pain and fury. “This… homewrecker planned all of this, didn’t you?”“Arianna, enough,” Gabe said, his voice a bit firmer than before. “You can talk to me, not herRayne stirred inside my mind, practically purring at the authoritative edge in Gabe’s voice. “Mmm, I like this side of him. Tell him to keep going,” she teased, her desire bubbling beneath my skin. I mentally pushed her aside, but it didn’t help much—her feelings bled into mine, making it harder to focus.“I am talking to you,
MILAThe sound of the fire alarm blared through the chaos, sending models, workers, and cameramen scrambling in every direction. I stood frozen in the middle of the madness, trying to make sense of it. People were rushing for cover, yelling, pushing–chaos all around me. None of this was supposed to be happening.Two weeks. That’s all I’d had to pull together a new location and a fresh concept after Tyler tipped me off about what Mirabella knew concerning Arianna’s “plan” to embarrass me. The classic–stealing someone else’s idea and showcasing it first–was basic and so Arianna. I expected that level of sabotage and was prepared for it. But this? This went beyond petty. How the hell did she know about this? My mind raced as I watched the scene unfold–fabrics were soaked, displays ruined, models in full panic mode as the sprinkler system continued to drown everything I’d worked on. The entire “Bring Me to Life” theme was perfectly ruined. “Well, this is… interesting,” a voice beside me
TYLERShe really needed another place to work. The thought hit me as I stepped into the cramped, suffocating space and bumped into a file cabinet. The air was thick with papers, books, and the faint scent of her perfume–something floral with a hint of warmth. But that wasn’t all. Beneath it, there was something else. A sweet, intoxicating undertone of… arousal. Declan stirred immediately, perking up with interest.I fought to ignore it, but it was hard not to notice how it clung to the air, wrapping around me like a magnetic pull I couldn’t shake. “She smells good,” Declan growled in my mind. “Shut up,” I snapped, trying to focus on why I was here.Mila sat behind a rickety desk, her sharp eyes flicking up to meet mine with irritation. Along with that frustration, her scent washed over me again, sweet and lingering, making Declan growl low. “This is not the time,” I said more to myself than him.“Welcome to my office,” she said with sarcasm, cutting off my thoughts. “Take another st
TYLERMila let out a harsh, almost dismissive laugh, but her lips curled into a smirk. “I’m trying to fix the problem you put us in and all you can focus on is a fucking vibrator?”“Among other things,” I shot back before I could stop myself. Smooth idiot. But the Alpha in me wouldn’t let it stop there. I pressed on. “This is not just about my ambition, okay? You need someone like me–obviously. I mean, look at you.” I gestured around the tiny room, its four walls feeling more like a cage at this point. “You’ve holed yourself in this micro-closet for an entire day, with no plan to show for it, not talking to anyone when we have no more than a day to fix this mess. You’re radiating so much aggression, I’m shocked you haven’t… I don’t know… fingered yourself to death. Though by the looks of what you just put in your purse, you were halfway there.”We stared at each other, the tension thick in the air, her eyes narrowing on mine. For a second, I thought I’d pushed too far, that maybe this
MILAI watched as Tyler licked his lips as his gaze moved back down to my vagina. I deliberately sat down on my chair spreading my legs to give him a full view. Rayne was going completely nuts inside my head. She had been waiting on a release since yesterday. Her frustrations only added to my own to the point I thought I was going to burst. A quick fuck would have cured that but this was so much better. Tyler at my mercy. I could already see him trying to break from my restraints, too bad they were werewolf proof. I reached out to unzip his pants, and by the way he took in a breath you would’ve thought I already had my hand around his dick. Hell if it wasn’t attached I was sure it would’ve jumped out the moment I released it. Tyler mumbled something I couldn’t make out but from the desperation on his face and his furrowed brow I knew it wasn’t sweet or romantic. The look in his eyes was needy and Rayne ate that shit up, urging me to let her out. “Not this time,” I said, knowing just