Todos los capítulos de DIAMOND HART: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

At the click of her black Jimmy Choo's Lance heels on the office white tiles, heads began to turn, and people began to trace their way to their offices and cubicles in fear. Starr Hart cat-walked in her wine button-up bodycon gown, swaying her hips in the most perfect manner as her thick brown curls bounced here and there above her hips. She acted like she wasn't noticing anything, but at the same time was noticing everything. She held her Chanel handbag low as she stepped into the glass lift, tapping away on her phone with her right hand as she absent-mindedly pressed the '12’ button with her right index finger. She began to scroll through her emails in case there was any important or interesting news or business. But there was nothing new there that could interest her- same old fan emails and business emails she had no pleasure in. She looked up from her phone as she switched it off lazily. Fortunately, she had gotten to the 12th floor. The very instant she stepped in, everyone beca

"You, my dear friend, need to step out of this house," Magnus said to Starr. Magnus was the only person Starr sometimes spent time with or talked to about personal or mundane things. Magnus had been there with her through thick and thin, through unexpected hits and decisions. He was the only one who was there when she made her vow. It seemed like he was the only one who understood and got her. He knew when to leave her alone, bug her, tell her the truth, and mince his words. So, she hardly had any issues with him and often enjoyed his company. "No, thank you," she told him shortly, switching between TV stations. She had been doing that for quite some time; she couldn't decide what she wanted to watch, and nothing seemed to interest her. Magnus sighed, throwing his hands up. "You are such a huge buzzkill; you kill your own fire," he complained, earning no reply from Starr as she kept on switching from station to station. It was a Friday night, the perfect time to go out with friends

MATURE WARNING! After slipping out of her heels and into a flip-flop, turning on the TV and ensuring Chris got comfortable, Starr made her way to the kitchen to make some tea. The hazy feeling had faded, and she had started to regret inviting Chris in on impulse. "Why Christopher, of all people? Why?" she asked herself in mutters as she fetched a herbal tea from her cabinet and began to make. "It could have been any damn person in the world, but you chose him," she muttered to herself when the kettle whistled. She put the tea in, then poured it in two mugs. Chris was watching some TV series when she got back to the sitting room, laughing at the comedy series. Starr rolled her eyes as she walked up to him and handed him the tea. He hummed a bit, inhaling the calming steam of the tea, before he thanked her, "Thank you, dearie." Starr simply nodded, sitting down. Sitting down close enough to him. She wanted his warmth, the warmth that had made her hazy. She didn't like the feeling, the

Christopher Chariton! Starr froze as the name rang. 'What is he looking for?" she couldn't help thinking to herself. She had only been thinking about him and the things he made her feel moments ago; his arrival was unsettling. "Ma'am?" Amber's voice rang through the landline, dragging her out of the train of thought she was about to slip into. "Should I lead him in?" she asked calmly. Starr didn't give it much thought before she replied, "No." "Okay, Ma'am," Amber replied to her before muttering some apology to what seemed like Chris, before the line went off. His presence reminded her that she needed to focus more on her work than spending her time on contemplations and maybes. She pushed a stray hair behind her ear as she continued working. She began to go through paperwork, trying to finalise whatever hadn't been and pursue whatever needed to be. She had only begun to get into her work when her door busted open, causing her head to immediately pop up. And, there stood Chris C

MATURE WARNING!    Starr was wrapped up by Chris' clad body, pressed up against  him firmly. His hands cupping both her breast, their legs intertwined, on the couch. It was like that very couch, that become their bed and fuck zone. Still coming from her high walls, Starr could still feel Chris' erection bulge on her unclad butt. He had done nothing about it, and had simply cuddled her instead. From how much he cuddled her, she could tell he loved cuddles. It was like something, he never wanted to miss out on.  They both hadn't said anything to each other, listening to each other's breath. It had been almost forever since Starr had had to pillow talk, that she could barely remember how it went. So, she enjoyed Chris' warmth and listened to his patient breath.  Starr's mind began to wander. She had simply wanted to live in the moment and not over think things, but her insecurities began to slip