Semua Bab HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Bab 51 - Bab 60

“When do you land?” I question Roland as I step out of the boutique I hid into to get something catchy for myself... And okay.. My master“Two weeks.” He shifts the bags he is carrying: his own and Zara’s, because he has been carrying her things since she was four years old and will probably continue until one of them dies. "You missed the fire and break dance show, L""L?" Zara's face downturn and she takes a step back at Roland's lethal voice. I hold a smile, knowing someone is about to absolutely correct this girl in my honor"When did you start fu... Calling her by her name?" "I... She said I can""I didn't you liar." Her eyes widen and she twitch her mouth. I roll my eyes"I told her same thing earlier. She said who cares. What can we do""I didn't!" Roland moves the bags to his other hand then twist her ear, pulling her closer"She's over a decade older than you.""I.. Brother I didn't say" he twist harder. Her foot getting off the floor. "You think because you're taller you

ELEANOR POV"Let’s make a quick detour to a café.”“Understood, Miss Eleanor.”I lean back against the plush leather seat and check my phone, but I stop myself from typing. I really don't want to ruin my good mood by facing the sour deflation that always follows when Banks ignores my texts, or worse, reads them and chooses not to reply.Vandiver pulls up and parks alongside a quiet, less crowded pastry shop on a neat corner. Before he can even step out to handle his usual security protocol and open my door, I pop the latch myself and step onto the sidewalk,when I notice his absence “Why aren’t you coming inside?” I ask, turning back to look at him.“I’ll be waiting out here by the vehicle, miss.”Refusing to take no for an answer, I reach out, grab his wrist, and physically drag him along with me through the entrance.“Welcome, ma'am. Welcome, sir,” the hostess greets us warmly.“Thank you.” I offer a cheerful little bow to the front-door security guard while Vandiver gently tries to

BANKS POVIt's been a week since I left Eleanor after our session. Fuck it. A whole week without having my hands on that delicious mound of absolute, warm and full flesh. What's infinitely worse is that she hasn't been sending her mass of digital footprints.I spent two consecutive days stuck between emergency boardrooms, news channel and damage control without the time to listen to her audio notes or read her text messages as she gloated about her daily schedule.I used to believe nothing was more pleasant than the physical sensation of her body beneath mine. I was wrong.Her text chats... those absurd, unfiltered messages give me an entirely different sense of relaxation. They make me smile when I am surrounded by corporate vultures.Yet, now. My phone is void of the texts."Right this way Sir" I follow the lead of my PA absentmindedly. Ignoring the staffs greetings.I’ve been away for a week, and to say Eleanor hasn’t been thoroughly enjoying every single second of my absence w

That’s my girl. “This is entirely ridiculous,” she whispers as she closes the distance between them. I can’t believe the fucker is actually still standing there waiting for her. Doesn’t he have a telecom network or a business operation to attend to?   “I’m here,” she whispers into the line. “Anor.” “Banks.” I find myself smiling, leaning back against the leather headrest of my seat as a completely different grievance arrives in my thoughts.  “You didn’t send a single picture or video clip over the weekend.” “What?” “Sunday. You attended your second practical driving class, but you didn’t send me any media clips.” I watch her mouth fall open on the screen before she quic

The lingering irritation from seeing Eleanor talking to Dean Jiang still burns in the back of my throat. I purposefully avoid checking the security cameras on the drive back; I want to surprise myself, half-hoping she prepares a cake or something to welcome me home. I never expect the questionable sight that actually greets me.She is sitting across from Vandiver. Playing Blackjack? "You should feel ashamed, playing rough with a novice," Eleanor says, a small, warm smile lighting up her face. "Hit me."She picks up her card, and the moment Vandiver looks down to check the chips on the table, she swiftly switches it with one resting under her thigh.I dip both hands into my pockets, leaning against the doorframe. I never knew my little girl is a sly demon."Twenty-one," Vandiver sighs, tossing his cards down in defeat. "How... that's not possible. You were at fifteen." He checks the discarded deck, searching for a trick. Eleanor bursts out laughing, entirely unaware of my presence.