ANMELDENYVONNE’S P.O.VEach hour was longer than it should have been.Every time the phone on my desk rang, my heart leaped, hoping it was Mr Voss, but every time I was disappointed. The calls were from either the Management department, logistics team, P.R., or someone else I didn't really care for at the moment Even though there was work piled up on my desk, my mind continued circling back to him. Mr Voss hadn't sent for me since and that's so unlike him.By early evening, my chest was already too tight, the weight of our conversation earlier still crushing me. I may or may not have cried a little, the tears just came on their own after a few hours of staring at my blank laptop screen.“What do I do?" I asked myself, placing a hand on both sides of my face. I would have texted Sasha for advice, but she's been very busy on Set in Florida and she might not reply till laterI needed to do something now.I pushed off my seat before I could even come up with a plan. Should I talk to him? What w
YVONNE'S P.O.VI released a long breath when Mr Voss shut the door behind us.The moment we were in the privacy of my office, a long sigh worked its way out of me. I placed a hand right over my erratically beating heart “Mr Voss…” I said, his name coming out like a question.I watched him stalk toward my desk, his movements were controlled but there was a stiffness to them. He began flipping through the conference documents I had been working on before leaving yesterday “That guy,” he spoke after a moment “What was his name again? The one with the buzz cut.”I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine I watched him carefully, noting the stiffness in his broad frame and the tight set of his shoulders. Something felt very off.“Derek" I answered, coming beside him and placing my bag on the desk.Mr Voss let out a low hum, the kind that sounded like he was going over something in his mind very carefully, “Derek,” he repeated slowly, as if the name itself had a bitter taste.I s
YVONNE’S P.O.VThe initial playfulness in the air shifted, giving way to a tension that made my pulse thrumMr Voss took three long strides over to me, his long, powerful legs eating up the distance, my heart skipped in sync with him. The air around me suddenly feels warmer, for so many reasons.By the time Mr Voss stood in front of me, the silence was louder than the chatter before, and for some reason, Derek still had his hand on my shoulder, as if he had totally forgotten it was thereMe on the other hand? I couldn't move, heck I couldn't even breathe. My breath was caught somewhere in between my throat and my belly as his commanding presence towered over us all, over meHis unreadable gaze held mine, Mr Voss's jaw ticked twice, and then they shifted to the arm around my shoulder, which hardened My stomach tightened inappropriately. “Take your hand off,” he commanded calmly, too calmly. Derek froze like he’d just been doused with a bucket of ice water. The smile lingering on his
YVONNE P.O.V“A...A favor" I echoed, my voice trembling slightly Phoebe nodded enthusiastically, standing by my side and slipping her elbow inside my arm. “Yes, Yvonne. Just a tiny winy favor. It won't take much from you" My anxiety level spiked higher with every ticking second. On one hand, these were my colleagues, what could they possibly want from me? On the other hand, I was already wound tight over a favor from a certain Royal someone, and the mere mention of another had unease prickling under my skin like needles “The thing is,” Maryrose continued, glancing back at the others who nodded silently, Lucianda rolled her eyes and whispered something into Daisy's ear, prompting them into a laughMy fingers trembled by my side for a moment before curling into a fist. I forced my expression to remain neutral, even though I knew they were trying to make fun of me.“It's the annual employee weekend trip is coming up" Maryrose explained, an unsure smile wobbling on her face, she was s
YVONNE'S P.O.VIt was the soreness in between my legs I felt firstThe sweet ache that reminded me of the sinful, almost extraordinary thing I did with my boss just a few hours agoMy eyes peered open, a small smile stretching on my face along with a yawn. I threw my arms in the air, stretching my aching muscles. Slowly, I sat up, wiping my sleepy eyes with the back of my hand and glancing around where I wasThe familiar walls came into focus. I scratched the back of my neck. “Huh?”I had half expected to wake up naked on the sofa downstairs next to Mr Voss, but that wasn't the case here, I was in my bedroom, wearing a pair of cotton nightwear that I hadn't put on myself I glanced around the room, hoping Mr Voss would be with me, but he wasn't, my shoulders dropped, but I pushed the disappointment to the back of my mind as I planted my feet on the floor, ready to get through my morning routine and prepare for work The inside of my thighs ached when I stood on my feet, a sweet delici
CLAYTON'S P.O.VUncle Sway froze.As a veteran lawyer who has experienced a lot of cases, he was rarely ever fazed, This was the first time I was seeing him in shock He lowered the file in his hand on the desk between us, adjusting his glasses as he sat down. For a second too long, he just stared at me, searching my face as if he could see her name written on my forehead.“You’re in love,” he repeated slowly, not in a mocking or dismissive way, it was just a stunned observation I didn’t break his gaze, didn't let my words flatter “Yes.”Then he leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. “Well, which family does she come from? Who are her parents and how reputable are they?” A shard of hope laced his wordsI intertwined my fingers together on the desk, my jaw locking and my voice low but firm and calm“She doesn’t come from any family you’d recognize,” I began, a warm fuzzy feeling enveloping me at the mere thought of her. Just like every time. Just like always. Ever since that day w
YVONNE'S P.O.VI couldn't call him, so I sent an email instead. And then I waited. An hour, two, and no reply came from Mr Voss. I didn't recheck my phone as I dressed up, tied my hair back, and flagged a taxi to my lawyer's.The whole ride there, I zoned in and out of my mind. The city blurred pa
YVONNE'S P.O.VThe hot shower couldn't wash it away.The guilt, the shame, but more importantly, the need to do it againI was still burning hot from what had happened this afternoon.The need to sit before Mr Voss and have him watch me as I pleasure myself consumed my mind. I wanted to do it again
YVONNE'S P.O.VThe air around us shifted and with each step I took closer to him, I knew something had changed.Something changed since he took me to Italy, heck, since that first day we met, how he'd held me and I cried in his arms.My thighs clenched and my core fluttered widely between my legs al
CLAYTON'S P.O.VFor the first time since I could remember, Aunt Stephanie's presence didn't register in my mind as she yapped on and on.I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying, not when my mind was still playing my conversation yesterday with Yvonne in a loop.The first rays of morning sunli







