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Spending His Money

SusanSince being clingy didn’t work, I had to switch tactics. If I couldn’t push Elliot away with desperation, I’d do it by being a financial burden. Men loved independence...they hated when a woman cost them too much. So, I was going to be the most high-maintenance fiancée in history.At 8:00 a.m. sharp, I barged into Elliot’s office, holding a ridiculously expensive shopping catalog. He barely looked up from his laptop, though the corner of his lips twitched. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured. "What brings you here?"I plopped onto his desk dramatically. "Baby, I was thinking… I need a new car."Elliot leaned back in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "You don’t have a car.""Exactly," I said sweetly, flipping the catalog toward him. "Which is why I want this one."His eyes trailed down the page. His brows lifted. "A Ferrari SF90 Stradale?" he repeated slowly.I smiled. "Yep!"He chuckled. "You don’t even drive, Susan."I batted my lashes. "Then hire me a driver."Elliot’s eyes glim

Sex On The Dining Table

Susan If being clingy didn’t work and being high-maintenance backfired spectacularly, then maybe… just maybe… being an absolute slob would do the trick.Men hated mess. They liked their women put together, tidy, and organized. So, if I became the opposite of that, Elliot would surely rethink this engagement.The plan? Simple, turn his pristine, luxurious penthouse into a disaster zone.The opportunity presented itself when he invited me over for the weekend. I arrived Friday evening with a suitcase full of strategically chosen outfits...wrinkled pajamas, old sweatpants, and a hoodie that had definitely seen better days. No makeup. Hair in a messy bun. The goal? Zero sex appeal.Elliot opened the door, and the moment he saw me, his brows lifted. His gaze trailed over my oversized hoodie, my mismatched socks… then settled on my bare, makeup-free face."You look cute," he murmured.Damn it.Ignoring him, I dragged my suitcase inside and immediately began phase two: Operation ‘Wreak Havo

Damn It

Elliot I had always known Susan to be confident, self-assured, and not the type to entertain unnecessary drama. So when she started behaving strangely, I couldn’t help but notice. At first, it was little things...pointed glares when I spoke to female employees, stiff body language whenever another woman so much as laughed at my jokes. But then it escalated. The first real incident happened at the office. I was in a meeting with Amelia, one of our senior marketing strategists, when Susan barged in without knocking. “There you are,” she said with forced casualness, walking straight to my desk and placing a cup of coffee in front of me. I glanced at her, then at Amelia, who looked mildly startled. “Susan, I’m in a meeting.” “I know,” she said, shooting a tight-lipped smile at Amelia before turning back to me. “Just thought you could use some coffee.” Amelia, bless her, tried to keep the conversation professional. “As I was saying, Mr. Prescott, the campaign adjustments...” Susan

Be My Mother For Once!

ElliotThe office was unusually quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic below and the soft clinking of ice in the glass I held. I swirled the amber liquid lazily, leaning back in my chair, lost in thought about her, Susan.No matter how hard she tried to push me away...with her jealous antics, her sudden workaholic tendencies, and that maddening cold facade...I saw right through it. She was fighting something, and I was going to figure out what.A sharp knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I called, not moving from my relaxed position.Adrian strolled in, a familiar smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He held up a bottle of my favorite bourbon. “Thought you might need a drink.”I raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to pour. “Since when do you play the thoughtful brother?”“Since your fiancée had dinner with our mother,” he shot back, his grin widening as he poured two glasses and handed me one.I stiffened slightly, my grip tightening on the glas

Mr Perfect Boyfriend

SusanThe following days at work were pure torture.Not because Elliot was distant or angry. Oh no. That would’ve been easier to deal with.Instead, he decided to become Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.On Monday, a bouquet of my favorite lilies sat on my desk when I arrived. The soft petals and delicate scent mocked me as I stared at them like they were ticking time bombs. I looked around the office, hoping no one noticed, but of course, my PA caught my eye from her desk, her grin so wide I wanted to throw the flowers at her.By Tuesday, it was my favorite coffee...hot, just the right amount of cream and sugar, and delivered right to my desk before I could even make it to the break room. The barista even spelled my name right.I clenched my jaw, marched straight into Elliot’s office, and slammed the cup down on his desk. “We’re supposed to be breaking up, Elliot.”He leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he was enjoying every second of this.

Euphoric Moment In The Office

Elliot Her breath was ragged against my ear, her nails leaving faint trails down my back that only fueled the fire raging inside me. I couldn’t get enough...of her taste, her scent, the way her body responded to mine like we were made for this, for each other. I pulled back just enough to look at her, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes dark and hooded with desire. She was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen, and right now, she was mine. “Susan,” I whispered, my voice low and rough, “do you want me to stop?” But she didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled me closer, her fingers curling into my hair, dragging my mouth back to hers like she’d drown if we weren’t connected. I groaned into her mouth, my hands trailing down her sides, feeling every inch of her body. I yanked her blouse open, buttons flying across the floor, exposing the delicate lace of her bra. My mouth was on her boobs before I even realized it, kissing, biting, sucking the soft tits until I felt her s

Mr Fernandez

SusanI stared at the untouched coffee in front of me, my fingers tracing circles around the rim of the mug. The café was bustling, the clinking of cups and soft hum of conversations blending into the background, but all I could hear was the echo of my own thoughts.Meera slid into the seat across from me, her eyes immediately narrowing. “Okay, you’re giving off serious ‘I did something bad’ vibes,” she said, tossing her bag onto the chair beside her. “What now?”I sighed, finally looking up to meet her gaze. She already knew the basics...I’d told her about Mrs. Prescott offering me money to leave Elliot, and yeah, she knew I’d taken it. But the weight of it felt heavier today, like it was suffocating me.“She texted me,” I said quietly.Meera raised an eyebrow. “Who?”“Mrs. Prescott. She wanted to know why I haven’t broken up with Elliot yet.”Meera’s eyes darkened. “That woman’s got some nerve.”I gave a bitter laugh. “I told her it would take time, that I couldn’t just end things o

The Unexpected Meeting

Susan I adjusted the hem of my pencil skirt, trying to shake off the nerves bubbling under my skin. It wasn’t like me to get jittery over a meeting, but this wasn’t just any meeting. Manuel Fernandez...an artist whose name echoed through the industry like a storm...was coming to our office. People waited months, even years, for the chance to work with him. But somehow, with just one email, he agreed. And now, I had to figure out why. The sleek conference room was unusually quiet, the air thick with anticipation. My colleagues sat with forced nonchalance, pretending not to be eager. Elliot hadn’t arrived yet, but I knew he would. He always showed up when it mattered, and with Manuel Fernandez in the building, this mattered. When the door finally opened, time seemed to pause. Manuel Fernandez walked in like he owned the air we breathed. His presence was magnetic...dark, tousled hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, sharp cheekbones, and piercing eyes that seemed to look rig

The Art Of Jealousy

Elliot I watched Susan from across the office, her laughter floating through the open space like a melody designed to drive me insane. She was with Manuel Fernandez, again. His hand hovered just a little too close to her lower back as he pointed something out on her laptop screen, his eyes glued to her like she was the only thing worth seeing in the entire goddamn building. It was infuriating. I’d dealt with rivals before...competitors, business sharks, even the occasional ex-boyfriend who thought he still had a chance. But this? This was different. Manuel wasn’t just some random threat. He was an enigma, a man with a history tied to Susan that I didn’t fully understand. And that unknown… it gnawed at me like a splinter under my skin. I clenched my jaw, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but the numbers blurred into meaningless lines. Every fiber of my being was tuned to her...her movements, her laughter, the way she tilted her head when Manuel whispered something

Unfinished Business

Susan I thought the heat of Elliot’s touch would linger longer than the tension in my chest, but as I sat across from Manuel Fernandez in the sleek glass conference room, the memory of Elliot’s possessive kiss was already fading beneath the weight of unspoken words. Manuel wasn’t just an artist. He was a man with shadows in his eyes, the kind that hinted at stories left untold. Stories that, somehow, were tied to me. He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his dark eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. Amusement? Nostalgia? I couldn’t tell. “You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked, his voice smooth, almost teasing. I swallowed, my mind racing. There was something familiar about him...the sharp angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips when he smiled. But the memory was hazy, like trying to grasp smoke. “I’m sorry,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. “Should I?” His smile didn’t fade, but it changed, softening into someth

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