Twisted Rivalry のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Daniela"That will be one hundred and fifty bucks," the counter attendant said, handing over the tied pastry box."Thank you," I replied, tapping my card against the payment terminal. I looked through the clear cellophane window of the box, a genuine smile tugging at my lips. Inside sat a flawless red velvet cake with thick, whipped cream cheese frosting. It was his absolute favorite.Today was a massive milestone. Two whole years of navigating life, long hours, and dreams side-by-side with Ethan Smith—my boyfriend. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation as I walked out of the bakery and hailed a cab.As the cab wove through afternoon traffic, my cheeks flushed warm. Maybe today is finally the day. For two years, I had preserved my virginity. Not because I was deeply religious, but because Ethan was a staunch, unwavering believer in the "no sex before marriage" rule. Every single time things grew heavy between us on his sofa, every time my skin burned for

Daniela I walked down the heavily carpeted VIP hallway, my heels sinking into the plush floor. I pushed open the door to Suite Four, expecting maybe a handsome billionaire. Instead, sitting on the velvet sofa was a heavy-set, middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a gold watch thick enough to anchor a boat. He looked like he had a wife, three kids, and a massive midlife crisis. "Ah... there she is," he rasped, his eyes instantly devouring my exposed legs and bare back as I stepped inside. He poured a dark amber liquid into two crystal glasses and slid one toward me. "Sit down, sweetheart. Don't be shy." I sat on the absolute opposite end of the sofa, keeping my posture rigid. "Thank you for the drink, sir. I can only stay for a moment." "A moment? For five grand, I get whatever I want," he chuckled darkly, sliding closer to me. The scent of stale cigar smoke radiating off him made my stomach churn with instant irritation. "Tell you what. You're a virgin, aren't you? I can s

Daniela "Look how wet you are for me, wildcat. You were made for my touch." A wave of heat rushed straight to my face—a mix of pure embarrassment and undeniable arousal because he was exposing my body's deepest secrets. He suddenly added another finger, and a loud, high-pitched moan tore out of my mouth, echoing through the room. “Quiet down, wildcat, or the whole building is going to hear how good I make you feel,” he growled against my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver straight down my spine. I immediately bit my lower lip, desperate to suppress the noise. Just as I was finally beginning to relax against the cold marble, he abruptly withdrew his hand. “Argh! What—” I couldn't even finish my sentence before his head dropped between my thighs, his lips and tongue immediately devouring my core. A sharp, breathless cry escaped my throat, echoing against the high ceilings of the penthouse. My hands flew to his hair, my fingers tangling in the thick strands as the inte

Kenneth "It was not included in your portfolio, Miss Coleman, that you were a mute. Why the hell are you not speaking?" My voice was flat, cutting through the silence of the room like a blade. I didn't care to hide the sudden irritation bleeding into my tone. I kept my eyes locked onto her face, the digital timer ticking away in the upper corner of my active laptop screen. One minute and forty-three seconds. That was exactly how long my new personal assistant had been standing in the center of my office since I raised my head, completely static, gazing at me like a statue. I had deliberately ignored her entrance at first to assert a proper corporate boundary, but this performance was ridiculous. I expected her to stumble through some pathetic, rehearsed excuse about transit, or perhaps blame the ground floor security lines. Instead, she took a shaky step closer to my mahogany desk, her chest heaving underneath her rumpled blazer as she blurted out an entirely unhinged question. "

The next day, work was hectic. From the moment I stepped onto the executive floor, the pace was relentless. Kenneth Gibson's schedule was a tightly packed minefield of consecutive investor calls, urgent international documents, and back-to-back briefings. I spent the entire morning moving on pure adrenaline, logging tasks and handling data files without a single moment to catch my breath. By midday, my body finally went on strike. My stomach let out an empty, demanding growl, reminding me that I was completely starving.Desperate for a break, I left my desk and navigated the corporate hallways until I finally located the company cafeteria.The space was enormous, designed more like a high-end restaurant than a standard office lunchroom. Flooded with natural light from massive windows, it hummed with the noise of hundreds of employees eating and moving between food stations. I grabbed a hot meal, found a small, empty table near the corner, and sat down.The first spoonful of food was p