Masuk~ Thea’s POV"Honestly, Maya, breathe," I said, rolling my eyes as the elevator began its smooth, silent ascent. "I didn't know he would spend so lavishly either. I told him a dorm would be fine, but Stellan Vaughn doesn't do 'dorm.' He barely does 'condo.'"That was a poor word for him. Extremely disgusting.A smile painted my face as I remembered the disgust on his face as I explained it, asking why I had to suffer that much abroad."Girl, this isn't a condo, this is a castle, are you sure John f. Kennedy’s descendant doesn’t own this?” Maya whispered, watching the floor numbers tick upward rapidly. "Do you have to salute him when he comes over? Because I might."I actually salute his cock whenever he is before me. The doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the living room. We stepped out, and even I had to stop breathing for a second.I had expected luxury. I hadn't expected this.The penthouse was a sprawling masterpiece of glass, steel, and pale oak. The living room was b
~ Thea’s POVWhy didn’t I fucking wash up before coming here?That was the first thought I got standing here waiting for my best friend, thinking of how much she was going to tease me when she sniffs me like a dog. International Arrivals at JFK was always packed, and I usually hated that. The screeching of luggage wheels, the babel of a hundred languages, the cloying scent of Auntie Anne’s pretzels mixed with jet fumes. Today, however, I welcomed the chaos. It was grounding. It was normal.I sat on an uncomfortable metal bench near the baggage claim exit, clutching a lukewarm coffee cup with both hands, trying desperately to look like a normal twenty-one-year-old college student waiting for her best friend.I was not normal.I was currently wearing a very expensive blazer that didn't belong to me, my hair was haphazardly pinned back in an attempt to hide the disarray from the storage room, and beneath my sensible trousers, my thighs were still sticky.The only difference with my clo
~ Stellan’s POVI was no where near satiated. I slumped into my office chair, the door locked, blinds drawn tight. The storage room had been a tease, a quick, risky grind that left me aching, not sated. My cock throbbed relentlessly, rock-hard and straining against my zipper like it had a mind of its own, demanding more of her. Thea’s face haunted me: eyes wide and desperate, lips parted in silent pleas, cheeks flushed as I ground into her dirty pussy while that guard lurked outside. Fuck, the way she’d clenched around me, dripping like a needy slut, fighting not to scream.I was beyond mad, I was crazy. I couldn’t wait. Yanked my belt open, shoved my zipper down down just enough to free my dick. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already slick with precum, angry red and begging. This was all Thea’s POV.I mean I knew she was a needy slut and the only reason her cunt would beg for me was because she wanted my cock. And how could I fucking say no to that?I leaned back in
~ Thea’s POVWe were so close.We almost got caught. That was the red light blaring in my mind, but we never knew there was a hidden compartment, it was packed and we only had little space. The door clicked shut behind us, the moment the other door opened, sealing us in darkness broken only by the thin strip of light under the frame. Now my face was pressed against the cold door, Stellan pressing into me, skirt rucked up to my waist, panties twisted to the side.His cock was already buried deep, thick and throbbing, but he wasn’t thrusting. He was grinding, slow, filthy circles that dragged the head over my G-spot again and again, making my pussy clench and weep around him. What the fuck was he doing?! We could get caught. My mind screamed yet my body loved every delicious grind that settled against my cervix. Maybe it was the thrill of getting caught but delicious waves of pleasures made my insides so sensitive. We’d frozen the second we heard the footsteps outside. Security d
~ Thea's POVFinally, the time for my internship to be done had come.The cardboard box on my desk wasn't heavy, but it felt like it weighed a ton. Inside were the remnants of my short-lived corporate life: a few branded pens, a notebook filled with marketing strategies that Stellan had called useless before realizing they were brilliant, and the stress ball I had squeezed to death during board meetings.I stood up, smoothing down my pencil skirt. Around me, the hum of the marketing floor continued, indifferent to my departure. A few of the nicer associates, the ones who hadn't been poisoned by Sarah’s gossip, gave me small, polite waves.They were the real ones I had truly bonded with."Good luck at Columbia, Thea," the receptionist, a sweet girl named Jenny, called out. "Don't forget us when you're running the world."I forced a smile. "I won't. Thanks, Jenny."She was the only one I told about the university I was going to, the rest didn't know. The world must not know of all of yo
~ Stellan's POVBreakfast was supposed to be simple. Black coffee, toast, her sitting across from me in nothing but my shirt again, legs dangling off the barstool, hair still fucked-up from last night. I liked the routine. Liked watching her lick jam off her thumb while pretending we weren’t both still raw from the things I’d done to her body hours earlier.Then she ruined it.I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was chewing on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she’d had since she was twelve. She wasn't thinking about her university transfer. She wasn't thinking about the internship ending. She was thinking about the poison Carol and Robert had dripped into her ear at lunch yesterday.I took a sip of coffee, the bitterness matching my mood. I was waiting for it. I knew it was coming.“Stellan,” she started, voice too casual, stirring her coffee like it was the most innocent question in the world, “Uncle Robert mentioned a withdrawal from Dad’s account last month. Big one. H







