All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING DREAMS: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

My Uncle Leonard and I Chapter 2Samuel.Dinner is quiet. Leonard cooks the way he always does, nothing fancy, just something that fills the kitchen with the great smell of garlic and meat. We eat at the table like any other night. I keep waiting for him to bring up the apartment again, but he doesn’t. He just asks if I want more bread and whether the salt is right. When we’re done he stands, collects the plates, and says, “Come to the study when you’re finished clearing up.”I rinse the dishes slower than I need to. My hands are steady but my pulse isn’t. When I finally walk down the hall the study door is open. Leonard is already inside, standing beside the heavy leather armchair. The blinds are half drawn. One lamp is on.“Close the door,” he says.I do.He looks at me for a long second. “You know why I asked you in here.”“I think so.”“Say it.”I swallow. “Because of the move.”“Because of more than the move.” he says calmly. “Come here.”I walk over, but he doesn’t touch me yet

The Boardroom Punishment.Chapter 1Harry.I’m already running late when I push through the glass doors into the main boardroom. The long table is full. Every seat taken except the one next to Axel. Of course it’s the one next to him. I drop my tablet and sit without looking at him first.“You’re late,” he says under his breath.“Traffic,” I answer, just as quiet. It’s not traffic. We both know it.Across from us, Margaret clears her throat. “Shall we begin? The Henderson timeline is the only item that matters tonight.”Axel leans forward, elbows on the table, voice steady and cool the way it always is when he’s performing for the board. “The structural revisions pushed us back eleven days. We’re still inside the contingency window. I’ve already spoken with the site lead. We can recover six of those days if we authorize weekend crews starting tomorrow.”I open the file on my tablet and scroll to the cost projection I updated an hour ago. The numbers are worse than what he’s saying. I

The Boardroom Punishment.Chapter 3Harry.I stay standing against the table longer than he expects. My wrists ache in the rope. The plug sits heavy inside me and his cum keeps leaking past it in slow warm trails down my thigh. Axel watches from the chair like he’s got all night. Maybe he does. I don’t.I shift my weight and test the knots at my back. They’re good. They’re always good. But the one at my wrists has a little give if I twist hard enough. I work at it while he talks.“You’re quiet,” he says.“Just thinking.”“About what?”“About how long you’re planning to leave me like this.”He almost smiles. “Until I’m done looking.”I get the knot loose enough to slip one hand free, then the other. The rope burns across my skin on the way off. Axel’s eyes narrow when he sees my hands come around front, but he doesn’t move yet. I roll my shoulders and the chest harness shifts. I leave it on. The pressure feels useful now.“Your turn,” I tell him.He raises an eyebrow. “What?”“Yeah. It

I Need To Pitch Like My Brother IIChapter 2.Daemon.I force the air into my lungs the second Allen opens the glass door. Five pairs of eyes turn toward us. I smile the way Allen taught me and step inside first.“Good morning,” I say. “Mr. Caldwell, Ms. Rivera. Thank you for making the time.”Caldwell gives a short nod. Rivera’s smile is polite and thin. The other three introduce themselves in quick succession. I catch two of the names clean. The third one slips past me and I have to ask him to repeat it. My face feels hot already.Allen takes the seat slightly behind and to my right. He doesn’t speak. This is my room.I open the laptop and the first slide lights up on the screen behind me. “We’re projecting twenty three percent growth in your sector over the next eighteen months. Our model shows that partnering with us would capture roughly forty percent of that expansion at a lower cost basis than your current vendors.”Caldwell leans forward. “Forty percent is aggressive. Walk us

Forced Proximity to Cum.Chapter 1Ellie.I stared at the screen until the numbers started swimming. The pivot table had crashed again, and the client’s stupid last-minute request sat in the chat like a bomb.“Wally, come look at this,” I said.He didn’t move from his desk. “What now?”“The numbers aren’t adding up. Column F’s gone to hell.”He groaned, pushed his chair back, and walked over. His shirt was wrinkled and his hair stuck up on one side. “I fixed that two hours ago.”“Yeah, well, it’s broken again. Look.”He leaned over my shoulder. The smell of the cold coffee on his desk mixed with the stale office air. “Shit. Okay. Move.”I rolled my chair aside. He dropped into it and started clicking like the keyboard owed him money. I stood there rubbing my eyes.“You want the last of the noodles?” I asked.“Nah. They’re cold.”“Everything’s cold. It’s almost one.”“I know what time it is, Ellie.”I walked to the kitchenette and poured the last of the burnt coffee into my mug. The ma