MasukChloe’s POV
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned immediately and stood frozen. I found myself tongue tied. His abs were visibly well built, and those biceps and triceps, they made my insides chin with excitement! His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well taken care of and my gaze trailed slowly to his face. I could see his blue eyes as he raised his head up and his eyes met with mine, making my heart jump. Weird feeling! I had never felt my heart react like that to my now ex boyfriend. “What are you still doing standing there?” He spoke, his lips moving and my wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as I felt it throb! My pissy throbbed! With just his voice. “Get a hold of yourself.” I muttered to myself. “What the heck are you thinking? Why the heck are you high, reacting to just a man’s voice?” His voice was deep and in all shades, it was hot! I was sweating profusely. “Get over here bitch! I hate to be kept waiting!” His voice was deep. Who was this man? That made my pussy throb with just his voice alone. His voice was authoritative, I couldn’t reason again, I just walked over to him, my wet thighs brushing each other. “Aren’t you a professional? Why behave like you are a novice? Get down on your knees already and start your job. Now.” He ordered. I never mind about how he ordered me, I just.….did as he had ordered me to, feeling the heat in my pussy. He removed his towel, letting it fall and revealing his thick hard cock to me. “Oh! My!” I let out a soft sound. “That’s massive.” “Take my cock and do exactly what you know how to do.” He said instantly. I swallowed my saliva real quick, blinked my eyes thrice, or more than, I can’t tell anymore. I felt it in my pussy. What the hell was wrong with me?! I don’t know exactly what was wrong with me, exactly why I was on my knees, exactly what I was about to do. But, I just love this feeling and love what I am seeing. I reached my hands out to touch his huge cock, gulping down hard as I realized that I wanted this cock in my mouth. My nipples hardened in this weird situation and were pushing the fabric of my wet dress. My both hands wrapped around his cock as if my life depended on it. “Fuck…. That’s it!” He cursed and felt good at the same time. I romanced his cock over and over again. “Put those liquids in your mouth into use, make it useful bitch!” He uttered another dirty word, but I don’t know what I am feeling with those words of his. Why the heck are his dirty and cursed words driving me nuts? Why the heck are they turning me on? Those words made me wetter. I swear, they really did. I poured a huge amount of saliva onto his thick hardened cock and romancing it. He screamed “That’s it bitch!” I never thought I would ever do it in my whole life, and here I am doing it. You know what’s more funny! I am doing this with a STRANGER. What the fuck! I smiled. Nevertheless, I still love it. I love the fact that everything about him turns me on, everything about him gets me wetter. I have never had this type of feeling in my entire life. But here I am…. I think something was definitely in the drinks the bartender gave me tonight. But everything about this man was undeniably sexy. I spat more on the older stranger’s cock, then moved my hands again. “Use your fucking mouth bitch.” He cursed, reached my hair and pulled me down onto his cock. My lips parted, spreading widely, letting his huge thick hard cock into my mouth. It hurt my lips, but I never minded the pain. I still felt good nevertheless. I felt uncontrollable in my pussy. I was horny at the instant his cock entered my mouth. My pussy definitely thought otherwise.Chloe’s POVThe city night was a whirlwind of motion as I sped away from the Renwick Gallery. I didn’t know the name of the driver or the model of the black SUV that collected me discreetly two blocks from the main entrance, but I recognized the efficiency. This was the movement of a man who commanded swift, silent obedience.I had barely closed the heavy, soundproof door when my phone buzzed with the location: a pinned map coordinate deep in the hills north of the city, labeled only with a vague address for an exclusive private community. It looked like an hour’s drive, minimum.It wasn't a hotel this time. It wasn't his office. It was a place designed for utter isolation, and the thought thrilled me. He was running. He was so panicked by the proximity of his wife and the audacity of my public defiance that he was fleeing his own environment just to be alone with me.You broke first, Drake.I leaned back against the leather, the emerald silk of my dress shifting against the cool upho
Chloe’s POVHilda, in her protective zeal, had found the perfect venue for my supposed rehabilitation: the annual summer collection launch at the Renwick Gallery. It was a well-known stop on the city’s high-society circuit, predictably attended by anyone with a trust fund and a corporate title. In short, it was exactly the kind of place where Drake Humphrey and his wife, Margaret, would be standing like two perfectly preserved marble statues.It was a risk, a calculated infiltration of his territory, and that was precisely why I agreed.I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, feeling the material of the dress slide over my curves. It wasn't the simple black sheath of our first rendezvous. This was war paint. It was a slip dress made of deep emerald silk, cut on the bias, clinging unforgivingly to every line of my body. It dipped low in the back, revealing the sweep of my spine, and the side slit rose almost impossibly high, a deliberate invitation that scre
Drake Humphrey’s POVThe air in the private conference room was thick, humid with the sweat of ambition and the dry scent of printed legal briefs. I had reconvened the Apex Asia negotiation in a smaller, off-site location, a bunker of polished steel and soundproof glass, ostensibly to ensure privacy, but truly to escape the ghosts of my own boardroom.Alan and the legal team were across the table, arguing the sealed liability clause, the very loophole Chloe had identified forty-eight hours earlier. I was supposed to be leading the counter-offensive, leveraging my confidence and resources to force the Asian firm to absorb the risk.I was performing. My suit was immaculate, my posture rigid, and my gaze unwavering. Every word I spoke was measured, a calculated strike. Yet, underneath the veneer of corporate infallibility, my nerves were frayed to a brittle thread. I hadn't slept properly. I was terrified of my own silence, waiting for the inevitable follow-up.I kept my private phone, t
Chloe’s POVThe silence from Drake’s end was a victory, not a defeat.He hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted back. He hadn’t acknowledged the burner phone message that shattered his board meeting, but I knew he’d read it. I felt the ripple of chaos I had created from the safety of my own apartment. I imagined him, pacing his executive suite, furious at the weakness I had exposed both professional and personal.A weak man would have called to rage. A controlled man would have sent his security detail. Drake did neither. He simply froze me out, expecting me to wither in his absence. He was waiting for me to break, to send a desperate plea, to confirm I was just a needy child.I refused to give him the satisfaction.Instead of obsessing over the burner phone, which remained silent and cold on my nightstand, I focused entirely on his world. My days became consumed by the business section of every major newspaper. I Googled Drake Humphrey, Humphrey Enterprises, and the Apex Asia deal until my
Drake Humphrey’s POVThe mahogany of the boardroom table reflected the cold, impersonal glow of the recessed lighting. It was a perfect mirror, showing me thirty years of carefully constructed control: the high-backed leather chairs, the meticulously arranged water glasses, the crisp lines of the legal documents pertaining to the Apex Asia acquisition. This room was my fortress, designed to be impervious to weakness, distraction, or chaos.But the chaos was already seated at the head of the table. Me.I ran a thumb over the cold, polished surface of the table, struggling to anchor myself. The final review of the Apex Asia deal—a multi-billion-dollar merger that would solidify Humphrey Enterprises’ foothold in the Asian market—was due to start in two minutes. My legal counsel, Alan, was clearing his throat beside me, ready to present the final risk assessment.I should have felt the familiar surge of corporate power, the sharp, exhilarating focus of a man about to conquer. Instead, I f
Chloe’s POVThree days of enforced silence felt like a geological era. My life had shattered, been temporarily reformed in a burst of forbidden heat, and was now placed on a high shelf, waiting for Drake Humphrey’s permission to move again.I was drowning in his rules. Every minute felt governed by his absence. I kept the black dress I’d worn to his office crumpled in a ball beneath my pillow, inhaling the faint, masculine scent of his expensive cologne mixed with my own climax, a brutal souvenir of his control. I was a puppet whose strings had been abruptly severed, and the inertia was maddening.I checked my personal phone every fifteen minutes, despite knowing he had blocked the anonymous number I used. The phone screen was a constant source of anxiety and disappointment. I was caught in a cycle of desperation, and it made me despise him and myself for needing him so completely.I couldn't escape the memory of his mouth, not just the initial, hungry kiss, but the devastating, cold







