LOGINAlana pushed gently off Roman’s chest and climbed down from his lap. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly pulled his trousers down his legs and dropped them to the floor. She then knelt between his spread thighs, her heart racing.Roman’s eyes widened in surprise. “Alana…”She looked up at him, cheeks burning. “I want to taste you.”He stared down at her, clearly stunned by her boldness. “You don’t have to—”“I know,” she whispered. “But I want to.”During his long absence, she had spent countless nights researching how to please him this way. This was something she had been secretly wanting to do for him.Alana had never done this before, so her hands trembled slightly as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. A bead of precum glistened at the tip. Taking a shaky breath, she leaned forward and took him into her warm mouth.Roman let out a deep groan, his head falling back. “Fuck… careful.”She moved slowly at first, exploring him with her tongue. Roman’s hand gently thre
The following morning, Alana arrived at Flamme's headquarters early, dressed in a sharp tailored suit that projected confidence.The building felt different now that she carried the full weight of leadership.Employees greeted her with respectful nods as she made her way to the executive floor. Her new office overlooked the city skyline, sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows.She had barely settled behind the large desk when her assistant, a capable young woman named Lila, knocked and entered with a stack of reports."Good morning, Ms. Ashford. The board meeting notes from last week are here, along with the latest financial summaries. There are a few urgent items flagged."Alana accepted the documents, flipping through them with focused eyes."Thank you, Lila. Schedule a meeting with the department heads for this afternoon. I want to go over the revenue decline personally."Lila nodded and left. Alana leaned back in her chair, scanning the pages. The twenty-five percent
Music still echoed faintly from the main hall as Roman stepped back inside. The celebration continued without him, but his mind had already shifted homeward.Julian caught up to him near his bedroom door, clapping a firm hand on his shoulder.“You really are leaving in two days,” Julian said, his voice carrying a mix of respect and reluctant acceptance. “The men are still singing your praises. You brought order back faster than any of us expected.”Roman nodded once, his expression unreadable.“The job is done. Control is restored. There is no reason to linger around here.”Julian studied him for a long moment. “This life still calls to you. I see it in the way you handle things. Marena still wants you here.”"We both know she wants me here for her own personal feelings." A faint, cold smile touched Roman’s lips. “My real life is waiting in New York. Do not let things slip again once I am gone.”“Understood, brother.” Julian offered his hand, and they clasped forearms in the old way.
Glasses clinked together as Julian poured generous measures of whiskey and picked up the four filled glasses. He walked over to the men seated around the round table, Roman among them.“To taking back everything,” Julian declared, placing the first glass in front of one man, who nodded and raised it at once.“To reminding those fuckers who the top dog is.” He set the next glass down and took a satisfied sip, a sharp smile playing on his lips, before handing one to Roman. “And to my excellent older brother.”Roman accepted the glass, his expression steady.Julian gave the final one to the last man and returned to pour another for himself.“A toast for all our hard work this past month. In only a month, my brother has proven that nobody messes with us. We have everything back under control. Business is running as usual, and all our enemies have been put down. Raise your glasses with me.”The other members of the syndicate lifted their drinks in unison.“A toast to my brother for all the
Her eyes dropped to the files, scanning each name. “I am asking how many shares you hold, Mr Kuznetsov.” she pressed again.“Um.. about 1.2 percent,” he responded, straightening in his chair, uncomfortably.“Okay." Alana focused on the others at the table. "If there are no more questions, I would like to address the board properly now. As the new chairwoman, I will respect the existing management system of this company and enforce changes where necessary. I noticed that the company’s overall revenue has declined by twenty-five percent over the last five years. Why is that?”She looked around the table expectantly. One shareholder cleared his throat. “You would have to ask the previous chairwoman, Miss Ashford,” he answered politely.“I see. So you are telling me the board was unable to question the fact that our revenue had dropped and that company funds were being spent on lavish personal expenses?” she challenged. “It seems none of you truly care about the shares you hold in this c
Alana sat across from her mother in the lawyer’s office, the weight of the moment settling over her like a long waited victory finally within her grasp. “That should be all. Please sign here, Mrs. Gates,” the lawyer instructed politely, sliding the documents over to Stephanie. Stephanie took the documents, scanned them carefully, and signed her name with a flourish. She slid the papers across the table toward Alana. “You would also need to sign here, Mrs. Ashford.” the lawyer instructed. Alana raised her gaze briefly, confirming her mother’s signature before adding her own with smooth flick and movement of her wrist, while her fingers gripped the pen. A small sense of relief washed through her. “It is official,” the lawyer announced. “All shares from Mrs. Stephanie Gates have been transferred to Alana Gates. You are now the new Chairwoman of Flamme Jewelry & Diamonds. Congratulations, Ms. Ashford.”Alana offered the lawyer a warm, genuine smile. “Thank you for completing the proc
You Are Insufferable Noise from the gala swelled around them as they made their way to the bar, the string quartet and the low hum of a hundred conversations bleeding into each other from across the grand ballroom. Alana turned to face Roman the moment they reached the counter, her expression
Roy stood among a small group of guests, a polished smile on his face, gesturing as he spoke. Stephanie stood close by, equally radiant, equally composed, both of them glowing with the kind of warmth that could fool an entire room into believing they were genuinely wonderful people.They wore their
Whatever she needed done for the day, Alana had arranged to have it done at the penthouse. Her hair, nails, makeup and everything else, all of it taken care of within the comfort of the space she had spent the last few months calling home, even if only temporarily.By six pm on the dot, she was rea
A lit cigar burned between Roy's lips, the smoke swirling lazily around him, a relaxed expression spread across his face while a woman sat on a smaller stool by his foot, attending to his toenails with rapt attention, her eyes never once daring to stray from her task.Somewhere behind him, the soft







