“It's not just about the smudges, Elizabeth. It's about the constant lack of attention to detail. It's becoming tiresome that you avoid me.” Tristan Winters is slightly annoyed when he speaks to the maid. Elizabeth's heart sinks as Tristan continues his tirade, his anger evident in every word he speaks. His attempt to justify his behavior only adds fuel to the fire, intensifying the fear and helplessness she experiences.Unable to muster the strength to confront him or defend herself, tears well up in the corners of Elizabeth's eyes. The emotional turmoil becomes too overwhelming to contain, and her trembling body betrays her inner turmoil. She shivers, both from the fear that courses through her and the emotional strain of the situation.Elizabeth, with tears streaming down her face, stands against the wall as Tristan, her boss, approaches her. He notices her tears and reaches out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze.He softly utters, “Wait, did I make you cry?” Unable to sp

Fun. Pleasures. Forbidden Desires. As much as these words comes out to known adverse but the more sensual gratification and enjoyment does that feel to be. The texture of two bodies intertwining, the breaths high and the sweat building up on the foreheads.The amount of pleasure that a person give or take is nothing compared to anything else in the world. Two people embodied with lust, seduction and lost in feelings of pleasure. Elizabeth stands before Tristan, her eyes fixed upon him with a mix of admiration and desire. There is an undeniable allure to his dominant presence, a magnetic quality that draws her in. She finds herself captivated by the way he carries himself, exuding confidence and control.As Tristan takes command of the room, Elizabeth's heart races in anticipation of what is to come. She watches his every move, entranced by the way he effortlessly commands attention and respect. His dominant side is a source of fascination and intrigue, and she can't help but admir

As Elizabeth awakens, a faint ache in her abdomen draws her attention. Her eyes flutter open, and she glances down to find a stain of blood on her once pristine white cotton sheets. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as the realization settles in—her menstruation has arrived.She shifts her gaze from the stained sheets to her own reflection in the mirror, meeting her weary eyes. It's a familiar sight, one that she has encountered countless times before. Yet, each time it serves as a reminder of the natural rhythm of her body, signaling the start of a new cycle.With a sigh, Elizabeth swings her legs over the side of the bed, her mind already calculating the adjustments she needs to make to her daily routine. She knows the discomfort and occasional cramps that may accompany this time, but she also acknowledges the resilience and strength that reside within her.She proceeds to the washroom, where she tends to her personal care. The running water provides a soothing backdrop as she washe

 “Mr Bradford…” As Elizabeth sobs uncontrollably, her emotions overwhelm her, and she clings to Dominic's shoulder for support. He responds with compassion, pulling her into a comforting hug. His presence offers solace, his words soothing her troubled mind. "It's okay, Elizabeth. Relax," he reassures her in a gentle tone, understanding the depth of her distress.Dominic, sensing the need to assist, steps forward to help Elizabeth regain her composure. Despite the rain drenching them both, he guides her towards the waiting car, providing a steady presence amid her emotional turmoil. Together, they navigate the wet pavement, heading towards the vehicle that will transport them away from their current location.Inside the car, Eli

Dominic Bradford storms towards the chalet, his strides purposeful and filled with determination. The anger etched on his face leaves no room for doubt— he has reached his limit and will not tolerate any more excuses or deception. His every step exudes an unwavering resolve as if his strong feet are propelling him forward, refusing to be deterred or delayed.The intensity of Dominic's anger radiates from him, commanding attention and leaving others in his path to instinctively step aside. The force behind his footsteps, the unwavering determination in his eyes, sends a clear message that he is not stopping until the matter at hand is addressed.With a visible rage building up on his face, Dominic Bradford bursts into the room, his eyes scanning the surr