Mason tosses the keys in the air, catches them effortlessly, and strolls over. "Letโs go, baby sis. Jace, thanks for your help. Li, also thank him, too," Mason says, using his teacher voice. Arabella watches us closely, and I canโt help but turn to Jace. "Jace... thank you SO much," I say with exaggerated enthusiasm as I throw my arms around his neck. Once again, he freezes, and I learn something new about him. Heโs had sexโprobably a lot of itโbut physical contact, true intimacy? He seems to shy away from it. He seems to hate it. He's got no problem with using his hands and his dick, but a simple hug? Imagine the horror. And so, of course, I press my body against his, feeling my breasts flatten against his chest. With a slight shift, I position us so Iโm facing Arabella. I give her a small, cruel smile as I slide my hand up to the back of Jaceโs neck. Heโs still frozen, his breath warm against my cheek. With my other hand, I grab his blazer, pulling him even closer. I turn my hea
"Yeah... apparently the clients did. These parties tend to get a bit wild." Masonโs phone lights up, and I lean over to see the chat with Jace.-Jace: Help me.-Jace: [picture]I stare at the picture, scanning it thoroughly. Itโs his office, and sure enough, there are multiple women in lingerieโasses and breasts on full displayโtouching the men. "Ask him if he has a favorite stripper," I say to Mason. He smirks and immediately types.-Mason: Got a favorite girl?My heart pounds out of my chest. What office party has strippers present??-Jace: They're dirty and already sucked more cock tonight than I had drinks. Their speed is immaculate, though. They're in and out with the boys in minutes.Mason laughs out loud and continues the conversation.-Mason: You didn't answer the question. Is it the blonde one in red?He zooms in on a stripper in red, her back to the camera, her face turned just enough for her profile to show.-Jace: If you want a list of my top ten, I can make you one. Why a
My heart races as I stare at the messages from Jace, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Heโs online, probably noticing that I am too. Another text pops up. -Mr. Grumpy: Sugar Baby. My belly flutters. -Mr.Grumpy: I want you to tell me one thing. -Mr. Grumpy: If you answer, I won't punish you for ignoring my request in the supermarket. I told you to keep your phone on, you brat. I start typing, then delete it. Type again, delete. A flood of responses rush through my mind. My phone was on all night; I just didnโt have it with me. But I doubt heโd appreciate that answer right now. Also, โbratโ sounds... kind of sexy, coming from him. Okay. -Norali: Shoot. -Mr. Grumpy: Tell me what happened last night. Was there someone with you? Aaah. So he is still wondering about last night. Interesting. Well, that is exactly the same for me. I want to know what happened with Charlene. But he isn't going to get my answer that easily. -Norali: What an inappropriate question to ask, Mr. Ad
Iโm not going to send him a nude, especially since his picture is foggy anyway. Instead, I open the camera and stand in front of the living room mirror. I made sure my phone is in front of my face. It's just my op half on the screen, with maybe my shirt pulled down just a tad to reveal more of my shoulders and collarbones. It's not particularly sexy or anything like that. I couldโve probably done a way better job. -Norali: Picture I hit send and wait for his response, heart pounding. -Mr. Grumpy: Yes, mirror kink added. -Mr. Grumpy: You're stunning. And the nerves come back again. Did he really just call me stunning? My cheeks flush, and I clear my throat, which suddenly feels tight. Does he really mean that? Jace isnโt the type to throw out compliments. How can he even call me stunning when my face isnโt in the picture? -Mr. Grumpy: Your turn. Pressing my lips together, I stand frozen in the living room for a few seconds. What else could be a kink? I glance around the room, t
"So... someone is coming over this morning," I say casually to Hannah as I switch on the coffee machine. Sheโs lounging on the couch and immediately pauses The Office. "Youโre joking," she gasps. Of course, she immediately knows who Iโm talking about. I turn around as I hear her get up from the couch. "What do you mean 'coming over'?" she asks, full of intrigue. I sigh, pressing the cappuccino button. "Well... heโs got a day planned with Mason," I reply, trying to figure out how to tell her that he wants us to join. Hannahโs face narrows in suspicion. "Okay... what are you not telling me?" Before I can answer, Mason walks down the stairs with Esme, who showed up early this morning and immediately went to him. Iโve been downstairs avoiding them. "But I thought it was just a day with Jace," Mason complains. "Come on," Esme chimes in, opening the door to the living room. "Itโll be fun!" "Good morning, Hannah," Mason greets, though his eyes are still on Esme. "I wanted a bro day,"
I walk to the car like a robot, hearing the front door slam shut behind me. Jaceโs comment about the backseat only fitting two people wasnโt a joke. The doors are still open, and I see Esme and Hannah looking at me with wide, questioning eyes. Did they see what just happened? Mason is busy fiddling with the radio, completely oblivious. "I don't fit," I say, raising my eyebrows. Jace steps up beside me, dressed more casually than usualโjust a t-shirt and jeans instead of his usual office attire. "The biggest seat is at the front. Honestly, you could just sit on myโ" Jace starts to say, but I move before he can finish. I crawl onto Hannahโs lap, sticking my ass out a little more than necessary. My dress rides up dangerously high, and I feel like my underwear is on the verge of showing. I turn to face Hannah, straddling her legs. Weโre nose to nose, and she gives me a look that says she knows exactly what Iโm doing. Her eyes flicker to Jace and then back to me, widening slightly. Jac
Miraculously, Mason slows down immediately. The three of us let out deep sighs of relief. Adrenaline still courses through me, making my heart race. โGo left here,โ Jace directs Mason, who obeys. I can feel the slight shift in the car as Mason finds a perfectly straight road. Mason's happiness at the straight road is palpable. The gas is pressed again, but this time, itโs smoother. He raises the volume of the music and starts bopping along to the beat, headbanging slightly. As the car settles into a steady pace, my body relaxes, and Jace seems to notice. But I get the sense that heโs aware of the lingering adrenaline. His grip on me loosens, but instead of letting go, his hand lands on the side of my bare leg, caging it between his leg and mine. Itโs hidden from Masonโs view, but his touch is fully on my skin. My white dress has ridden up, barely covering my hips. โI didnโt think youโd want to slow down,โ I say, trying to make conversation with the man behind me. โIt scared you. O
โSpeak,โ Hannah demands, pulling off her sneakers. โAbout what?โ I ask, feigning innocence as I bend down to unclasp my sandals. โOh my god, Nora! You sitting on your teacherโs lap, and him holding you like heโs afraid youโll disappear,โ Esme says, giving me a shove that nearly sends me sprawling into the sand. โYou hate him, and he hates you!โHannah throws her hands in the air. I bite my lip, looking down. โWe... weโve been texting,โ I admit slowly. Both of them gasp. I finally get my sandals off and glance at the inviting water. โYouโve been texting again? When?โ Hannah asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the water. Itโs cold and crystal clear, and the soft sand feels good as I dig my toes in. โLast night... and the night before.โ "Oh my GOD! Nora!" Hannah practically screams. "Wasn't he with strippers last night?" Esme asks, noting something every important.Hannahโs excitement falters as she turns to Esme in shock. โHe was, yeah,โ I say carefully. โBut he went home.
โYou are so perfect,โ he whispers. I turn my head slightly, letting my wavy hair cascade over my shoulder. โAre you going to use me?โ His hand smacks my assโhard. A sharp gasp escapes me as he grips my hips, holding me firmly in place. His eyes darken, filled with complete control. โIโm going to do so much to you.โ He falls down on his knees, his face instantly on level with my- He licks me without any warning. My back arches on instinct, and his hands grip my thighs to keep me in place. His tongue softly strokes over me, pressing down with delicious pressure. I moan softly, but my attention spikes when Jace suddenly stands up, cutting this moment way too short. I frown. Normally he doesn't do this. Normally he makes sure I'm.. Taken care of. A shiver runs through me as he unzips himself, the sound sending my heartbeat into overdrive. No matter how many times we do this, my body always reacts to him like itโs the first time. Then, without warning, he spits down. The wet heat o
My eyes widen. Surely, he canโt meanโright here? There are students, parents, and teachers everywhere. Some are still gaping at us, their eyes locked on our close proximity. โBecause of obvious reasons,โ I reply, my heart pounding. Anxiety skitters down my spine. โThose obvious reasons are in the past, arenโt they?โ Jace counters smoothly, a powerful glint in his eyes. He stands tall, confident, like he owns the entire worldโand right now, I feel like a part of it belongs to him. โPeople are staring,โ I say with a shaky chuckle. โDonโt you thinkโโ โLetโs not think for now,โ he cuts me off, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. Iโm about to fucking die. โBut, Jaโโ His lips crash onto mine, his hands cradling my face with a possessive intensity that steals the breath from my lungs. One hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me in place as if heโs afraid I might disappear. Every thought I had scatters. Gasps echo around us. I know people are watching, snapping pictu
Lina and Charlotte sit a few rows ahead of us, practically bouncing with excitement when their names are called. They stride up to the stage confidently, shaking Masonโs hand with bright smiles. Lina falters slightly when she reaches Jaceโjust as everyone before her hasโbut he surprises her with a rare, warm smile. Heโs unusually cheerful today. And why wouldnโt he be? After years of secrecy, of stolen touches and hidden glances, we can finally be together. No more sneaking around, no more careful distance. We can go on dates in our own town, drive somewhere without fear of being seen, even post pictures if we want to. That, and if our plan works, the man Jace hates most in this worldโmy bossโis going to jail. Suddenly, Hannah stands next to me. Dazed, I quickly rise to my feet, realizing I was lost in a daydream again. The stage looms closer as I step forward. My gaze finds Jace, the light of my life, and I see him watching me as I approach. Grace is first. Sheโs as icy as eve
I twirl in front of the mirror, admiring the way my dark green dress clings to my body. Itโs elegant, timeless, and fits me like a dream. Jace picked it. Of course, he did. Behind me, Hannah grins in her own soft silver dress. Itโs similar to mine in cut, except mine dips low at the back, while hers teases just enough cleavage to turn heads. Ryker bought it for her with his first paycheck, and sheโs been saving it for this moment. โI canโt believe itโs over,โ Lina sighs, staring off into space from where she sits on the bed. โFour years of hard work. Just like that, itโs done.โ Her red dress, red lipstick, and perfectly manicured red nails make her look sharper, more confident than the Lina I met years ago. Back then, she was shy, insecureโnothing like the woman she is now. Sheโs still single, but only because she chooses to be. With a new date every other night, sheโs thriving. โTell me about it,โ Charlotte murmurs, rubbing a hand over her stomach. โItโs insane how much can chan
My fingers slide through the stack of papers frantically. I know exactly what Iโm looking for. I also know I donโt have much time. The words blur as I skim the first line of each page, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs. It always does when I do this. But I force myself to push past the panic and focus. My knees burn against the rough carpet, and my ankles are twisted awkwardlyโpositioned so I can spring up at a momentโs notice. The second I hear the door creak open, my eyes land on the document I need. In one swift motion, I yank it from the drawerโjust as I rip a button from my shirt. The tiny black button pops off, almost vanishing somewhere on the floor, at the same time I shove the stolen paper beneath the desk. โNora?โ Shit. I jump up too fast, smacking my head against the mahogany desk with a painful thud. โDaโOUCH!โ โNora, are you okay?โ Daveโs voice is too close. A second later, heโs hauling me up, concern in his expression. I quickly clutch the missing button
Iโm nervous. And I have every right to be. Slowly, I step out of my car, careful not to make a sound as my shoes touch the gravel. My coat feels like a layer of protection Iโm peeling away, leaving me vulnerable. My shoes feel like lead as I take them off by the door. I really considered just going home. Spending the evening with Mason. Pushing the inevitable drama to another day. But I canโt. I move cautiously through the house, my steps almost hesitant as I make my way to the kitchen. Fuck. Jace is going to be soโ "You stole my fucking client?!" I flinch. Jace storms toward me, and instinct takes overโI dart behind the kitchen island, putting it between us like a shield. "You didnโt call them back yesterday! And I had a better deal!" I yell, my voice high with genuine fear. "I didnโt call them back because I was too busy fucking you!" Jace snaps, his anger raw, sharp, and directed at me. Not a pretty sight. "You made that decision!" I shoot back, though my voice cracks. M
I stare at him in disbelief as the class filters out. Hannah nudges me from behind, snorting loudly before the door clicks shut behind her. Silence settles between us. I remain standing in the middle of the room, gripping my bag tightly. Heโs still seated at his desk, his gaze raking over me, but for once, his expression gives nothing away. โCome here,โ he orders finally, his voice low, commanding. The one that demands obedience. I hesitate for two seconds before slowly walking toward him. My bag slides from my shoulder, landing on the desk beside his with a dull thud. His eyes scan me with deliberate slowness, like a predator devouring prey, before he rolls back in his chair. โBend over my desk.โ My stomach clenches. I glance at the door. Someone mightโ โNow.โ I listen. Turning away from him, I lean forward, my palms pressing into the cold, hard wood of his desk. My short skirt barely covers my ass, which he now has full sight iff.. My grip tightens on the deskโs edge as my
โI donโt know yet, Sir,โ I answer instead. His eyes narrow, clearly displeased with my response. โCome up here,โ he orders. I plead mentally. I donโt want to do this. I donโt want to stand in front of the class with everyoneโs eyes on me. I want to stay in my seat, in my safe space. My eyes go wide, silently begging for mercy. โDid your ears stop working?โ Jace asks, completely unfazed. I let out a deep sigh, forcing myself to stand. My jaw clenches as I make my way to the old-fashioned board, picking up a tiny piece of chalk. From the corner of my eye, I already see Jace moving closer. He stops beside me, too close, and reads out the long, mind-numbing problem. By the time he reaches the last word, Iโve already forgotten the second to last. He doesnโt repeat himself. He just watches me, waiting. The tension is suffocating, horrible. I'm about to choke. He knows exactly what heโs doing. โRemembered that?โ he taunts, his voice low. Slowly, I turn to face him. His dark eyes gl
โShut the fuck up.โ I almost roll my eyes. Jace stands at the front of the room, looking grumpy and too hot for his own good. He tosses his laptop, phone, and keys onto his desk like they donโt mean a thing. They land on the battered math book. Battered because of me. I accidentally spilled my caramel coffee over it this morningโright after our fight about my internship. Which was great timing. It made us late and pissed Jace off even more than he already was. โWhy do you always swear at us?โ Brent asks, his voice too loud. I barely hold in a snort. Not that it matters. I donโt make a sound, but Jace knows exactly whatโs going on in my head. He doesnโt look at me, though. He doesnโt have to. Heโs going to break first. My internship is still a sore point in our relationship. That got worse when I found out that Jace cancelled my internship at Blackwood. It got even worse when I cancelled my internship at his company. I called Blackwood, and they told me they still have a spot f