"Let's see." Orla left his side to join them at the table. She pulled out a chair, sat on it and waited for her husband to fill the empty chair that was beside her. "I am glad you are fine. You got me so bad, Callan."Rosa stared apologetically at Orla. She glimpsed her gaze and quickly understood that she acted that way because she was following the script. But still, she was curious to know what she told Callan about her if there was any."Our job is done here, Sir." David stood to his feet, shooting a smile at Orla. "You should drive Rosa back to the penthouse. I will see you two later. Thanks for today." Callan told David."Sir," Rosa stood after David. "I just got a report from the company—" She froze on the spot when Callan threw a hand at her. "I told you that I will not be working today. Today is my wife's birthday. Handle whatever that's there to be handled. I will attend to all pending deals when I am over this." He jiggled his fingers in front of her, telling them off.A

Last night in the hotel room was blissfully spent with different rounds of wine and orgasms. Orla rolled on the bed, struggling to stretch her now weak arms. She was fatigued from last night's several hours of intercourse. Callan had taken her to every corner of the room. From the window side to the bed, the wall, and every other place he could press her tiny frame on. It was wild, one of the best nights of her life. Orla didn't complain, she loved every second of him drilling her tiny hole. Yawning out loudly, she suddenly remembered that Callan didn't use protection when he was fucking her. They were so engrossed with satisfying their lustful appetite that thoughts of protecting themselves didn't occur to either of them. Callan came three times, she came more than five times and he spilled his fluid inside of her. She remembered clearly that he did, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him when that was the best part. She jumped out of bed, panic shooting through her skin.

Orla was slammed with restiveness as she sat with a group of Architects in the reception of Bernadoz Construction Company.The interview phase was over, and they were anxiously waiting for results, but Orla wasn't having it well. Her anthropophobia had activated in ample form as people surrounded her, she was far from being comfortable.Callan had dropped her three hours ago. She was now done with the interview, waiting for the result and Callan to come pick her up as promised."Is this seat taken?" A hunky black guy towered above her, his dark brown eyes gleaming with lechery as he made Orla's cleavage the cynosure of his eyes.She almost blamed herself for wearing that dress, but it wasn't all bad. It was a decent dress, just that this guy over here just derived pleasure in being a pervert."Not taken," she mumbled, focussing her attention back to the bald receptionist who had started calling in the applicants for their results.They were more than thirty, it was certain she would n

One week later.'It would have been better if it was avoided.' Callan thought as he mulled over the mess he had created.It had been a week of torture for both of them.Waking next to Orla every morning was hell, the silent treatment she gave him was scourging.It killed him that he couldn't touch her like he used to. He wished all these would come to an end, but Orla wasn't making it easy for him. She was mad at him, and he perfectly understood where her pain was coming from.Orla was suffering too. It hurt that Callan couldn't be the same man he used to be to her anymore. It hurt more that the trust had left her. After everything that had happened, there was no way she could trust Callan again.The man who took solace in resting in her arms after a long strenuous day, the man who welcomed her into a new day by planting kisses all over her face and letting her rest her little troubled head on his chest as she slept at night. The man who meant the world to her, the man who was everyt

They were blood sisters. Blood is said to be thicker than water, but in their case, the water was thicker. Orla's heels exquisitely clattered against the tiles as she walked into the boardroom of Bernadoz Construction Company, a small smile of fulfillment plastered on her face. Her warm aura elicited a curiosity that caused everyone present in the boardroom to turn their heads towards her. Everyone was suddenly interested in knowing who she was, and why she was effortlessly stunning. Her smile almost faded when reticence crashed her from within. But she didn't plan to flop now, so she pushed back the odd feeling and maintained a smiling face. Again, her smile grew bigger, delighted she didn't come a minute late. It was conspicuous that they had been anticipating her arrival. Mia's eyes were contemptuously haunting her sister, but Orla pretended not to notice her when in fact, she was the first person she looked out for immediately after she stepped into the boardroom. "Good morn