Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinful contract: Hard Limit, soft moans: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

"Hi Ivana, I read your review on the Zoomscale Novel, nice work" I stood up from my chair facing my senior editor with a cheerful grin on my face, Mrs Andrea has been a source of encouragement to me since I started my job at the firm. "Thank you so much mam, I am glad you find my work as good, I thought I did a bad job" I piped smiling shyly. Mrs Andrea smiled as she placed a hand on my shoulder comfortingly, her charm and easy going personality endears everyone in the firm to her, she was like a mother hen always around to encourage and guide. " Oh no dear, on the contrary you did a great job, at this pace you will be making senior editor in no time, and who knows? you could even make partner in a few years" she said smiling back at me. " Oh, wouldn't that be something? thank you so much mam" she tapped me twice on the shoulder before walking away, I still stood by my desk watching her retreating figure. She was a huge woman , tall and stocky built, her short black hair hung ju

Mala's POV “Ivana!.... Ivy!”I whispered through the phone, my voice echoed through the silence of my apartment, louder than I intended, my voice sounded desperate. The phone was still against my ear, pressed so hard my hand had started to shake like jelly. “Ivana, please—say something, what's going on?... who....”But I heard nothing from her own end, she was no longer talking to me, the only thing I heard was just static and a faint rustle, like fabric scraping. My body went rigid with fear I almost shit my pants, I stood frozen in the middle of my small room, the curtains half-drawn,my heart beating hard against my ribs as if it wanted to escape my chest. “Please, God,” I whispered, pacing around my room, I still held my phone clutching it tighter as if it will transmit Ivana to safety. “Don’t do this to me Ivy, not after everything we've been through, let this be a prank”I pressed the phone against my ears again and then I heard a muffled noise, it was faint but I could ma

I stood by the window of my penthouse looking out into the busy street, I watched as the traffick below flowed, car horns blaring so loudly it shattered my thoughts. the city sprawled beneath me in a million points of light, flickering like tiny fireflies trapped in glass. From this high up in my penthouse everything looked so small; people, cars, even the chaos I’d spent years controlling with my money, my power, my name. Yet tonight, none of it mattered, the only thing that mattered to me was Ivana and knowing she is not tucked safely in her bed but instead kidnapped by that bastard Zavier. My hand gripped the heavy crystal glass of whiskey I had poured hours ago to drink, the gold liquid shook inside the glass as I twirled it around. I hadn’t taken a single sip from the glass, I couldn’t, I was too worried to drink. Every time I raised the glass toward my lips, the scent would trigger another memory of Ivana and the smell of whiskey on her breath the first night I had met her at

MALA's POVI paced back and forth in her room trying to hold back my emotions. when I came in to her apartment, I met unwashed dishes in the Kitchen sink, Ivana didn't know she will not be coming home anytime soon. I washed the dishes and cleaned the whole house, but cleaning her bedroom was particularly difficult for me. I saw a photo of the both of us which we took when we attended the African music Festival at Swissville and it broke something inside of me- I broke down and cried. I picked up the photo and stared at it for a while, I ran my fingers over the glass touching her face, Ivana, I missed her.I walked towards the wardrobe and stared at the well organized clothes and shoes, Ivana has always had an obsession for a well organized and clean wardrobe. I picked up the red Buba gown I had bought for her and pressed it against my cheeks, as if it were her.Seventh two hours after her Kidnapping and I had not heard anything about her whereabout, not fro the police and not even f

Mala's POV I was washing the dishes in Rafe's Kitchen when I heard the door bell ring. "Get the door babe" I yelled across to him in the living room, but no response came. I picked up a napkin and wiped my wet hands, walked out of the kitchen into the living room to find Rafe soundly asleep on the couch. This was always his routine whenever he had a day off of work; tending the bar everynight often meant that he hardly sleeps at night and, the sex we had last night was the icing on the cake. I didn't bother to wake him up, the door bell rang again, i already knew it had to be Zed as we have been expecting him. I yanked the door open and sure enough: "Hi Mala, you had me standing in the cold for a bit" he smiled. I stepped aside flashing him a warm smile as he stepped into the sitting room. "You are late Zed, you were supposed to be here one hour ago" , I stared at him as he sat down on a couch close to Rafe. "Sorry love, won't happen again" Zed said as he raised his hand as if