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MARIEThe car moved silently off the parking lot and gradually onto the main road. Then it sprang forward, roaring to life with such power that it jolted me back against the seat. I felt it in my chest first, that heavy thrum that only came from an engine built to dominate. It was sleek, intimidating, and moved like it was cutting through the very air in front of it.I had become used to watching the city from high above, where everything looked ridiculously small, detached, and far away. But now I was down here, on the ground, no longer the observer. I was part of it again. It felt strange but exciting, and a part of me looked forward to the unknown.I turned toward the window and, without really thinking about it, pressed the button to roll it down. The glass slid down soundlessly, and in a second, the rush of wind punched me in the face. It blew my hair all over the place, whipping it across my cheeks, past my ears, tangling it into knots. The air was cold, sharp, but not unpleasan

MARIEI did not go to the main entrance as advised by the chauffeur. The powder room was not exactly in the same compound. It had another gate with a mild security check. A tall, well-built man dressed in black stopped me."Excuse me, ma'am, please hold out all your metal belongings. Thank you."I wondered if the recording device was made of metal. I held it up anyway. I did not want to take any chances."Okay, here you go." I tried to turn on my charm. Who knew? I could need his help later in the evening.He scanned me with his metal detector, then ran it through the clothes bag. There was a flicker of sexual tension as he moved the scanner slowly across my body. His gaze lingered for half a second, a little too long on my hips, and I noticed, I always noticed when a man was drooled over my body. He did not say anything inappropriate, but something about the slowness of his scan, the way he held eye contact when it was not needed, made my skin hum with awareness. It was subtle but un

MARIE"Why are you really here?" His friendly tone had vanished, his voice was now more like a predator that was circling a prey waiting for the best moment to attack.Koscovf’s voice was low, too low, the kind that made my skin crawl. His stare was intense, and his breath carried a faint scent of cigar and something sweet like apricot. I kept my hands steady by sheer force of will, but inside me, a storm of fear was beginning to boil. This was it the indicator that things were about to go wrong very fast. A war was about to start, and I was in the fore front of it.I blinked once, twice, as if I did not understand the question. "I am sorry?" I tried to stall, while I my brain tried to process the best replay that will diffuse the ticking time bomb that was about to explode.He took a step forward, closing the distance between us. We were still in the study, the door behind me shut firmly. The room suddenly felt too quiet, the laughter and music from the ballroom beyond sounding dista

MARIEI wasn’t scared, but Storm’s caution kept me alert. I was curious to know who it could be and if it was real danger. I was about to go look, even though Storm had instructed me to stay in the bedroom. When I heard it, the familiar sound that came from the weird waiter.Then I heard the voices. “Good evening, sir, dinner is served.”“ Isn’t it a bit late for dinner?” Storm asked“ My apologies, sir, I came by earlier, only to find the place locked, so I waited.” “Ok, whatever, do your thing.” Storm concluded with him and came back to the bedroom.The waiter set the table as usual with his formal precision. Then disappeared quietly without saying a word to me. I had come down to the sitting room to watch him and see if he would behave differently now that Storm was around. When he left. I looked at the dish. It was delicious as usual, I could guess from the scent. I went back to the room to see Storm lying on the bed. “Do you care about food?” I asked, feeling a bit hungry, it

STORMI closed the door with a bang as I stepped out. I stopped for a moment in the hallway. I didn’t mean to be so harsh on her. But knowing how manipulative she is in nature, I had to always be on guard. She is beautiful, seductive, and very good at playing men. I felt for her, but I couldn’t afford to show my feelings for her, and I had shown too much already. I hated, myself for the fact that I felt for her. She represented all I hated, deception, manipulation, and theft of decades of hard work. But the pleasure I got with her was epic. I could not rap my head around it, Else portrayed herself to be a better person, less manipulative, and more trust worthy. She too was beautiful, and I enjoyed being with her. Thinking normally, I should settle with her, but Maire, could not just be left to go. I clenched my jaw and dragged a hand down my face, fighting the urge to go back in. I couldn't, and I wouldn’t. She would twist it, and use it against me. That was her nature, she had alread