Livia Washington's Point of ViewThe thin line that kept our figure to take each other's warmth was our clothes. By the time Ajax held my chin and aimed for a kiss, I knew we wouldn't be able to rest for the whole day as the scenario that will follow will extort a lot of our energies. A small soft chuckle escaped from my lips the moment Ajax began inserting his hands inside my halter cropped top. It was too seductive, and even my curves are showing. Some people who often see me ask if I am a model and when I told them no, they were trying to get my number and asked if I am interested. Though I am also into fashion, I've never seen myself walking like a model and couldn't picture myself in the future modeling in front of many people and ramping in a fashion show. "How about I take this off?" He muttered in my ears solemnly. He held the lower part of my top as his kisses went to my cheeks down to my neck. It harbors a lot of feelings when he does that, especially the common heat a

Livia Washington's Point of View Ajax became transparent to his friends. After some articles were going out about him and the mysterious lady he is dating, his friends suddenly barged inside his office asking if all those news were true not until the day had come. He told me he will introduce me to them and it is the time we got invited to a party in one of their clubs. I bit my lower lip seeing five people across me. Well, there are some girls as well but they are extraordinary. They seemed expensive and not just like me. Everything they wear is expensive and comes from multiple luxury brands. Moreover, if I am not mistaken, one of his friend's girlfriends is a famous model. I've seen her on social media back then and upon knowing her name, I just confirmed it was really her. Ajax was just beside me. His hands were on my thighs as he began caressing it timidly and slowly. I bit my lower lip whilst being quiet but then, his friends began asking me questions. "Is it fine to ask yo

Livia Washington's Point of View"Hey." My thoughts were disrupted when an office mate of mine snapped her fingers in front of me. The coffee kitchen has been filled with multiple employees just like me. I went down to have some tea and to boost my metabolism after a long working hours I just had. Honestly, I slept late last night due to Ajax's doing. My eyes went to Rue. He's back in the company after months of being bedridden due to an accident but now that he's already here and working again, he became my friend although we barely talked when he left. Rue's now back. He was trained to be Ajax's secretary for six months and I felt a little guilty when he had another job title instead of continuing to be his secretary. But as far as I know, Rue have a high position but it's just he's in the other department. "Yeah?" I inquired as I gaze at him. He then smirked with me. "Do you slack off every time? How come Mr. Steel doesn't fire you?" He said with a smirk on my face. I sneered

Livia Washington's Point of ViewI was holding Andre's hand on our way to the conference room where his father was. It was occupied by some of his business partners and as far as I remember, he told me to take Andre in his office yet he doesn't want to be there so I took him with me. I saw how Ajax glanced at us when we entered the door. Some of them drifted their eyes on me especially when I came inside along with Andre in my hands. "Stay quiet baby, okay?" I told him using my low baritone voice. Andre sat down on his father's table behind whilst I finally got the papers one of his employees had given to me. Andre nodded his head and seemed to behave when I told him to sit down. I thought that I no longer had to work but when I was served with stockpiles of papers, I knew I was going to overtime with him again. Whilst reviewing all the files as my other ears was on the reporter in front, I couldn't help not to question whatever she was saying not until my peripheral vision saw An

Livia Washington's Point of View As our conversation drew to a close, I found myself grappling with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. Despite my reservations, I ultimately acquiesced and committed to staying with them. I couldn't help but observe that Andre is a remarkably intelligent young person. At just four or five years old, he fearlessly speaks his mind, unafraid to share his thoughts and feelings with anyone who will listen. His young mind is already capable of comprehending the world around him, soaking up knowledge and understanding with ease. My clothes are hanging in his closet, and I'm currently wearing them. At times, I find myself dozing off in this very spot, at his beck and call, unable to break free from his grasp. However, more often than not, I resist his pull and decided to stay. Ajax stood by my side at that moment. He sat hunched over his desk, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His gray shirt hung loosely on his frame, paired with board shorts t