All Chapters of MAKE ME BLUSH, BOSS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sofia's fists clenched at her sides, but she forced herself to stay calm. She wasn't going to let Amber get to her, no matter how hard she pushed. She smirked, even though deep inside she felt like bursting with rage. "It is your audacity to come to my house to throw insults and insecurities at me for me. Now that you are here, I would like to ask you something just to jog your brain because it seems like your brain left for a vacation." Amber leaned back in shock. She was not expecting Sofia to fire back like that. She also didn't expect to see that carriage from Sofia. The girl seemed so brave for the weak being that she appeared to be. Sofia continued, leaning in and whispering, audible enough for Amber to hear. "For someone who holds the pedigree, wealth, and reputation that Ethan does, he must be feeling something so strong and real for him to stoop so low to my level, don't you think?" Amber shook. She furrowed her eyes, swallowing hard the bitter words. "You wish!" Sofia smi

With shaky legs, she stood and walked over to Ethan’s chair across from hers. It still carried his scent—a mix of cedarwood and secretion that only intensified her yearning. She placed her phone on the table, propelling it up so the picture was still in view. Her fingers fumbled as she climbed onto the desk, the cool surface sending a shiver through her heated body. Her skirt hiked up her thighs as she sat on her knees, leaning toward the phone. “Ethan,” she whispered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer. Her eyes remained fixed on his image, on the thick, throbbing length he had so shamelessly shown her. It was definitely intentional. He knew he would get into her. He knew what the picture would do to her, and she just could not control it.It was right there, staring right at her, tormenting her. And she imagined it—the bulge teasing her entrance, stroking her, seeking entrance. It was huge, something that was supposed to worry her, but she conformed to a moth under heat

Sofia had never been more nervous in her entire life than she was that day. After the long, nerve-wracking stare they had outside the door of Ethan’s office, he just led her out without a word, and like a confused puppy, she followed without hesitation.The ride from the familiar to the unfamiliar streets felt like an eternity. Silence was the only sound in the car, and both Amber and Liz’s words crashed into her head. One had warned her to steer clear of the man beside her, while the other encouraged her to fight for what her heart yearned for. And there was Ethan, taking her to the unknown. The thrill was strong.Night had subdued the night, yet the car greased past the sprawling Savannah and towering acacia trees, her mind still racing with the overwhelming thoughts. Ethan seemed composed, seemingly appreciating the silence as if a single word would cause a distraction he couldn’t handle.After about an hour of silent driving, they arrive at Ethan's bungalow, tucked away in the sere

THIS IS A NEW STORY OF IRMA AND RAYSONI slightly snarl, twirling around in the most habitable place there is in this whole world—in his arms. My sweet, gentle, and loving Prince Charming.Snuggling closer to him, while still tightly buckled to him, I sample his sweet pheromones as I cruise around his sin-screaming beauty. From the finely refined jaws to this sugar lip that I dream about every single night for the last one year, and lastly, the peacefully shut eyes. Even in his embrace like this, I still crave him.I can clearly deduce the megawatt grin that will bloom on his face when his beautiful dark brown orbs peel and catch my sight. Unless he is pretending to be benumbed, he doesn't know I am here.Ooh, yes!My wild, mischievous brain thought it sweet to welcome the beautiful morning in his arms, the sweetest, safest, and most peaceful place I know. So, I sneaked out of my cubicle in the servant's chamber and tiptoed my way here, to my junior master's bedroom.Did you just roll

My lazy stroll down the long hallway in the direction of the kitchen is halted by the sight of my nightmare before me—Mrs. Mazur. Her arms are fallen straight down against the long floral dress that well accentuates her curvy figure. She is the perfect criterion of beauty and glamour, the qualities that her daughter Ana inherited. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that she was a supermodel at her early age.Not like she has aged anyway. Her skin is still glowing as if she were a sweet sixteen with no traceable wrinkles. Money is sweet."Greetings, Madam?" I greet with my head bowed down like a real servant in the wrong. I am afraid to meet her eyes."The morning would have been good if I didn't have to deal with incompetent rats like you!" She snickers, making me plunge my head deeper into the air downwards.Rats! She sees me as a rat right now. What more when she finds out that her beloved son has been screwing me? Will she still see me as a rat?"Where the heck have you been all morn