LOGINYVONNE P.O.VIt was Friday evening and my eyes were sore from endless spreadsheets and documents The week had moved in a blur, between streams of meetings, client calls, proposal revisions, and emergency consultations that somehow always found their way onto my desk, I barely had time to catch my breath Mr Voss was the one who took the bulk of it all, most of the time, we were extremely busy, so busy that we could barely make time for ourselves We haven't even dived into the Morettii contract yet because Silverton luxury group has been receiving endless proposals upon proposalsApparently luxury didn't pause, there was always some high-end event or celebrity party to cater to ans since luxury didn't pause, neither did weSince eight o'clock this morning I have been reviewing the floral concepts for a billionaire's anniversary celebration in Napa Valley, approved revised mood boards for a luxury skincare for some up and coming producer launch in Paris and we coordinated a private bi
YVONNE'S P.O.VBy the time I got home, the sun had already set for the day, giving way to a darkening sky and twinkling starsI kicked off my shoes the moment I stepped into the apartment. I didn't bother turning on the lights or making my way to the kitchen for dinner.I'd had enough to stomach for one day—pun intended.Every step toward my bedroom felt heavy, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. Ever since my divorce from Edgar, I had stopped sleeping in the master bedroom. The room carried too many awful memories that I hated Now, I sleep in the spare room.The moment I stepped inside, I collapsed backward on the bed, grabbed a pillow, and groaned into it then I placed it down by my sidePlain white ceiling greeted me,It was nothing like the beautiful glasshouse Mr Voss had taken us to hours agoI brushed a finger over the silver bracelet circling my wrist. My stomach fluttered when I touched the North Star A soft laugh escaped me, even though there wasn't anything fun
YVONNE'S P.O.VI blinked at him.For a moment I couldn't process what Mr Voss had just said. The words couldn't register in my head immediately, maybe it was because I had reached my surprise limit for the day“You what?”Mr Voss's smile widened slightly, his eyes flickered over my face. I had to force one of my own“I was already working on another contract,” he said casually, like we were talking about the weather or something “A proposal even bigger than the Royal wedding”My lips parted in surprise, I gaped at Mr Voss as I would at a stranger “You didn't just get another proposal, but one bigger than a Royal wedding?”His lips twitched with amusement at my very stunned reaction. His fingers trailed my cheeks softly, making my heart flutter behind my ribcage “Darling, you say that as though royal families are the peak of luxury.”“Aren't they?”“Not even close.”My brows pulled together. That only seemed to amuse Mr Voss further.“So which proposal could possibly be better than a
YVONNE'S P.O.VMy fork paused halfway to my plate, “Prince Emir?” I repeated softly, the name sending chills down my spine. My stomach churned in ways that had nothing to do with the food I was eating Mr Voss made a sound of agreement, a small crease formed between his brows as he continued reading the message from Prince EmirI held my breath, my heart hammering behind my ribcage. Every second he read silently made my hackles only rise higher and higher till I thought I'd explode What had Prince Emir sent? Did..did he mention that I agreed to do his ‘favor'Oh God, my stomach twisted violently now. Mr Voss wouldn't like that, in fact, I bet he'd be really pissed and upset that I've been keeping the truth from him for a long timeWhen I thought I might just fall and suffer from a heart attack, his mouth curved upward, into small, satisfied smile “Well,” he murmured.“What is it about?” I asked, my voice coming out a tad high-pitched, I forced my expression to be neutral when he sh
YVONNE'S P.O.V“Years?” I echoedThe word left me in half-laughter, half-disbelief, but it didn’t land the way I expected. It didn’t make him laugh; in fact, it had the opposite effect.Mr Voss went unnaturally still.Not the calm, collected stillness I was used to. No, this was different as if something inside him had paused working. My chest tightened at his change before I even understood what was going on“What do you mean… years?” I asked again, quieter now.His navy eyes moved with an emotion I couldn't quite discern. Mr Voss' throat worked with a thick swallow, he closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the navy surrounding his dark iris glistened A stunned breath rushed out of me“Clayton?” I breathed, but he didn't respond immediately, he just watched me with equal parts sadness and happiness as if he were remembering something beautiful and painful all at once.I couldn't quite understand it“Darling” his voice was rougher than it had been seconds agoMy brows kn
SIXTEEN YEARS AGO: CLAYTON Dad kept checking me like I would drop on the spot and die. “Son, you sure you’ve got your inhaler?” he asked for the fourth time in an hour. I didn't look up from the comic book resting on my lap, but I knew he was watching me with that same worried expression he always had whenever I stepped farther than five feet away from him. “Yes, Dad,” I answered as loudly as I could, which wasn’t that loud anymore. “It’s in my front pocket, zipped tight" I patted the stuff over my combat shorts. “See?” Dad hummed softly, turning the steering wheel carefully as he took a bend on the road. Morning sunlight poured through the windshield and into the car, flashing over his expensive watch, the sky was filled with bright clouds and people walked their pets on the streets while wearing colourful clothes I loved the city in Summer. It felt so bright and alive and I couldn't wait to be under the warm sun Dad slowed down at a traffic light, tapping his fingers against
CLAYTON'S P.O.VThe suite was equipped with everything a billionaire could need to unwind and relax.I turned on the water and poured some oils into the bathtub, aside from the cleaners who entered to keep it tidy, no one else had access to my private suite in Goshen.When I returned to the lounge
YVONNE'S P.O.VMy breasts flattened against the table.I gasped out loud, standing on my toes. By the side of the room was a full-length mirror that allowed me to see Mr Voss at my back.His face was full of dark desire and passion as he got down on his knees. “Don’t move Yvonne.”His warning growl
YVONNE'S P.O.VHe was thick And longAnd....well endowed. Perfectly, powerfully made.My toes dug into the carpeted floorI writhed underneath Mr Voss's hold, my body going slack and losing at the same time, his tip lined with my slick pussy had me feeling all sorts of feelingsEven my back hole p
YVONNE'S P.O.VI blinked back the tears in my eyes as Mr Voss drove us away from the company complex.I had never, ever in my life been publicly embarrassed like this. My throat still burned with the sobs I was holding back, and I couldn't stop the scene from this afternoon replaying in my head. Th







