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WARNING: Dear readers, this is an explicit scene, if you can’t handle it, you can skip.“You don’t know what you’re doing to me Ava ” Dario whispered in a low husky voice and placed his nose on her neck inhaling her scent. She was making him go crazy, he kissed her neck, as his lips touched her neck she shuddered, he loved the effect he had on her. He pulled her closer by the waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He sucked and nibbled her skin, his tongue licking her earlobes, she shivered. “Dario” her soft seductive voice whispered into his ears.“Oh God, I’m going to lose it”, he looked into her eyes, there was no battle of resistance in her, only desire and hunger. “Do you want this?” He asked and she nodded. He needed a response. “Say it Ava —tell me how you feel. You are mine”. He whispered into her ears, he could feel her dripping already. “I want you Dario, please take me, I’m yours. ” . Her plea came as a whisper. He couldn’t hold back any longer, h

The morning energy at Santos Parallax Corp felt different when Dario walked through the lobby. Employees straightened as he passed, offering respectful greetings and nervous smiles. He nodded in acknowledgment but didn’t slow his pace toward the executive elevators.His mind was already shifting into business mode, though part of him remained anchored to the memory of Ava sleeping peacefully in his bed when he had left that morning. He had written her a note this time, propped against the coffee maker where she would be sure to see it.The elevator ride to the top floor gave him a moment to organize his thoughts. Today would be packed with meetings about the quarterly expansion, site visits to potential new properties, and reviews of the subsidiary companies’ performance reports.“Good morning, Mr. Santos.” Jennifer at the reception desk had clearly learned from her previous mistake with Ava. Her greeting was warm but professional, with no trace of the dismissive attitude she’d shown

The Grand Ballroom’s entrance buzzed with energy as car after car pulled up to the red carpet. Photographers lined both sides of the walkway, their cameras flashing constantly as Northshore’s elite stepped out in designer gowns and perfectly tailored tuxedos.“Senator Williams has arrived with his wife Margaret,” the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers as a silver Mercedes stopped at the curb. “Senator Williams chairs the Finance Committee and has been instrumental in the city’s economic development initiatives.”Camera shutters clicked rapidly as the couple posed for photos, waving to the small crowd of onlookers gathered behind the velvet ropes.“Next we have tech entrepreneur James Morrison and his partner David Chen,” the announcer continued as another car pulled up. “Morrison Industries has been a major contributor to tonight’s charity auction.”Ava recognized the name from the business reports she’d started reading since being with Dario. Morrison was one of the younge

The morning headlines were everywhere.“SANTOS MYSTERY WOMAN: Who Captured the Bachelor Billionaire’s Heart?”“EXCLUSIVE: First Photos of Dario Santos with Unknown Beauty at Charity Gala”“The Woman Who Tamed Northshore’s Most Eligible Bachelor”Ava stared at her phone screen, scrolling through article after article featuring photos of her and Dario from the night before. The images were everywhere - stepping out of the car, walking the red carpet, his hand on her waist as they posed for photographers.In the photos, she looked confident and elegant. Nothing like how she felt right now, sitting in Dario’s kitchen at seven in the morning with her coffee growing cold.Her phone had been ringing constantly since six AM. Twenty-three missed calls, forty-seven text messages, and more notifications pouring in every minute.The first call had been from her mother.“Ava Gwen Moreles, you better call me right now. Your dad is furious.”She had managed to call back and explained that it was a h

The moment Ava’s car pulled up to Springfield Memorial Hospital, she knew her life had changed forever. Reporters lined the sidewalk like hungry vultures, cameras and microphones ready to catch every word, every expression, every stumble.“Miss Moreles! Miss Moreles!” Their voices blended into a chaos of questions. “How long have you been dating Dario Santos? Are you planning to marry him? What’s it like dating the city’s most powerful man?”The security detail that Dario had insisted on moved like a wall around her. Three men in dark suits created a barrier between her and the reporters, their movements professional and intimidating.“Keep walking, ma’am,” one of them said quietly. “Don’t look at the cameras.”But she couldn’t help herself. The flashing lights were overwhelming, disorienting. She caught glimpses of faces she recognized from the local news stations, reporters she’d seen on television now shouting questions at her personally.“Is it true you met him when he was a patie