Semua Bab The Boss’s Darkest Demand: Bab 11 - Bab 20

When I woke up I looked around the room and realized I was in my apartment. It was getting dark out. And I could smell pancakes. So I got up and walked to the kitchen to find Atlas, my boss, cooking pancakes and bacon. “That smells amazing” I said once I reached him, taking a piece of bacon off the plate. “Yes, well I’ve had a lot of practice when I was younger” he said. Still focused on making sure the pancakes were a perfect golden brown. I looked around for Titan and saw him running up the cat tree in the living room. He was having a blast. “So um, since I was at the spa today, I wanted to know if the furniture delivery and set up went smoothly?” I asked. He glanced up once he was finished prepared the meal. “Yes. Everything went according to your specifications. And I must say, I’m highly impressed Allie”. I beamed. “Thank you Atlas”. “It was no bother little one. I have high expectations from my employees and you e been able to do more than someone who has been working for the c

I woke up feeling amazing. It was still dark out through the window. And I was warm and cozy under the blankets. I nestle into the bed further and back into something warm and firm. I nearly jumped out of the bed when I heard a chuckle. “Relax little one. Don’t move” he said as he wrapped his arm around me to bring me closer to him. I melted at the contact. He started playing with my hair. I started to fall back asleep when I heard him whisper “Happy Birthday little one”. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I felt the pressure in my lower stomach grow. My pussy felt too good. His tongue gently and slowly teasing my folds and my clit. He started sucking on me. Placing a finger inside of me slowly. Making me wake up completely. I moan at the intrusion of my core. He moaned into me after he added a second finger. Massaging me from the inside. He alternated the movements of his fingers bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I shattered. Glad that I’m the only one on this floor s

~2 months later~The press has been relentless. Always trying to snap photos of me. Of Atlas. Of us together. We always made the headlines. “CEO Atlas Jones and new girlfriend Calliope Blackwood” “Calliope Blackwood, A Gold Digger?” Atlas eventually decided to hold a press conference to address the issues publically. I haven’t been feeling good lately. I’m laying on the couch cuddled up with not so small Titan watching it live. “To address the topics of discussion revolving around me and my girlfriend, she is in fact not what you have been thinking. Calliope is the daughter of family friends who lost her parents at the age of 3 due to a car accident. She was found miles away in another city and placed up for adoption. The only clue to her identity, being the name written on the inside of her shoes. She and I have been engaged from the moment she was born, in a written contract. And we have both decided to honor our parents wishes, especially with the connection that we have together.

That night I was thinking to myself. I had to tell him that I loved him. I just. I didn’t know how to do it. He was cuddling me, tracing circles on my arms. And I turned around to look at him. He kissed me. Something we’ve done so often now that it’s second nature. We can never keep our hands to ourselves when we’re alone. He was taunting me. Slowly. Making me forget every thought. He rolled on top of me, still not breaking our kiss. He kissed my neck. My chest. My stomach. All the way down until he captured my pussy in his mouth. I moaned at the pleasure he was giving me. “You taste so sweet little one. So wet for me. Your delicious pussy always craving for my touch, my kisses, my love” he said as he dove back in to feast on me. Like I was the best desert he ever had. His mouth never left my skin. Every kiss was a promise, every stroke of his tongue a devotion I didn’t know how to return. Not yet. But Goddess, I wanted to.I tangled my fingers in his hair, my back arching as he devo

Calliope stared at her reflection, palms pressed to the cool glass of her bathroom mirror. Her heart pounded beneath the black silk blouse she’d chosen, one that draped gently over her still-flat stomach but made her feel beautiful, worthy. She hadn’t said the words aloud yet, not to anyone but herself, but tonight she would. She was going to tell him.Tell Atlas she was pregnant. Tell him she loved him.She dabbed on a final layer of lipstick, trying to slow her racing thoughts. This wasn’t just a conversation. This was a risk—a leap. But for the first time in weeks, she felt brave enough to take it.“You’re doing this for them,” she whispered, placing a trembling hand over her abdomen. “And for you.”She stepped out into the cool night, heart full of nerves and hope.The elevator doors to Atlas’s penthouse glided open with a soft chime. She stepped inside, hands clenched tightly around her purse. She knew the passcode now, had been here before more times than she could count. But to