로그인~FIORELLA~I don't waste another second before I'm out of the room.I move too fast to my office…. grabbing documents, scanning pages, piecing together everything I need as I head out.For the first time in a long time…I’m not fully prepared.And I hate it.I hate the uncertainty. I hate the pressure.I hate the fact that Lucas is right behind me…. observing, watching, and waiting.“What?” I say angrily as I spin around to see him standing at the door like he's afraid to step into my office.I didn't close the door when I walked in because I was in a haste.But now, I regret not closing the door as I watch Lucas stare at me.“Why did you follow me? What are you doing here? Where are you standing out there instead of being in the conference room?” I ask all at once my voice filled with anger and great detest.“I offered to go with you,” he says calmly with a soft tone, a total opposite to mine. “And the director permitted me to go.”“I don't need you there wit
~FIORELLA~The next morning comes too quickly.I’m already awake before my alarm rings.And I just know something is wrong the moment I wake up.Not visibly, not logically, but instinct doesn't lie.And mine?It’s never failed me.I sit up slowly in bed, my fingers brushing against my temple as if I can physically push away the lingering thought that’s been haunting me since yesterday.And without permission, my mind wanders to Lucas.I exhale sharply.He's annoying, irrelevant, and dangerous.Not because of what he’s done…But because of what he’s starting to do to me.I get out of bed without wasting another second. to carry out my normal routine.Because that’s how I reset.Soon, I stand in front of my mirror, dressed impeccably, every detail perfect as always.My reflection stares back at me……flawless, untouchable.But my eyes….my eyes hold something new, and something restless.I tilt my shin slightly.“Pull yourself together.”My voice is calm, commanding
~LUCAS~“I'll surpass her,” I told Charlotte. “In a month.”She stared at me for a second, then smiled….not mockingly, but impressed.“Ambitious,” she said. “I like that.”Then she added, a bit more softly, “Just… tread carefully with her, okay?”I didn’t respond.Because I already knew I wouldn’t.“And honestly?” she continued, brightening again, “I’m just glad she finally has competition.”I let out a small breath, shaking my head.She laughed lightly, then added, “I actually wish you were in family law.”I raised a brow. “Oh?”“Yeah,” she said with a grin. “A genius like you? I’d happily steal you.”That made me smile slightly.“I wouldn’t mind learning,” I told her.Her eyes lit up. “Really?”“Yeah.”“I’ll train you myself,” she said immediately, then paused, then laughed at herself.“God, I talk too much.”I chuckled lightly.“Sorry,” she added playfully, stepping back. “I’ll let you settle in. Welcome again, Lucas.”And just like that… she was gone.Charl
~LUCAS~By the time I shut down my system and step out of the building, the sky is already dimming into that quiet, in-between shade…..neither day nor night.The time is 6:30 p.m.My first day, and it already feels like I’ve lived three different lives in a single afternoon.I loosen my tie as I walk toward Marcella's car…now my car, my mind still buzzing, still restless. The firm is quieter now, most people already gone, but the tension from earlier? Yeah… that followed me out.Because of her.Because of Fiorella.As I pass the glass doors, I catch a faint reflection of myself…tie loosened, eyes tired but sharp. For a second, I barely recognize the man staring back at me.“First day,” I mutter under my breath. “And you’re already losing your head over a girl.”I scoff softly. “Get it together, Lucas.”I exhale slowly as I unlock my car and slide in, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before starting the engine.“Not Marcella…” I murmur under my brea
~FIORELLA~“Make me cum,” I tell Juliette, and she nods without taking her mouth off my ass.Without missing a beat, she shifts her right hand between my legs, sinking her fingers into my damp lambia.As her fingertips finds my clit, she pushes harder into my hole, provoking a howl from me.Her hungry tongue is now shifting quickly across my soaking asshole, frantic fingers moving in quick, lazy circle on my enormous clit.Every touch seems like electricity to me. I rock and writhe on the bed.Then I push back, beginning a rhythm that starts slowly but soon gathers pace.My body has a mind of its own, driven by its own instinctive need for pleasure, and fueled by desire.Juliette tries to keep up, match the moment of her tongue and her fingers with my pulsing movements.But soon, it's all she can do to maintain that glorious friction on my sex, and ass.“Oh, you bitch! You bitch!” I growl.Then without warning, my body push back one final time, my breath become
~FIORELLA~“Strip!” I tell her with a strict, stern voice. “I want you to take off your clothes right now.”“Yes, Mistress,” she replies.She must have noticed that I'm not really in a good mood because with shaky hands, she begins to undress.She slides down her panties, and unhooks her bra.She's now naked but for the satin blindfold around her eyes.“Do you know why you're here?” I ask her.She nods.“Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her.“Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.”“And what is a submissive??” I drawl.“A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies.“Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?”“To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation.“Good girl!”Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.I step away from her, then walk back to my collection to pick a leather flogger.Slowly and deli
~FIORELLA~“Mr. Santis,” I repeat, my voice dropping dangerously, “I do not repeat myself often. You are already on unstable ground. I suggest you start explaining yourself.”He finally speaks again.“I’m sorry, once again.” His words are quiet, and measured. “I apologize for
~FIORELLA~No, this is not happening.I don’t react because I never show my reaction in public, and yet, for the briefest, most treacherous second… something inside me stills when my eyes land on him.The stranger from earlier, the one who touched me without permission.My ex
~FIORELLA~I'll never have to see him again…. right??The thought lingers for half a second too long, and I hate that.I stop walking….not abruptly, not in a way anyone else would notice.Just a slight pause… a near-invisible hesitation.But I feel it….that tiny crack in my
~ELENA~The hospital room smells like antiseptic when I wake again.For a terrifying second, my arms feel empty. Then I hear it.Three tiny breaths. Soft. Uneven. Alive.I turn my head slowly and see them….three bassinets lined up beside my bed, each holding a piece of my hear







