Romans & histoires Off Limits Ja Low

I say, almost quietly. “Who is Jude?” I hear Omoh asks, damping her hands on the small towel I hand to her. “A friend.” I reply. “A friend, huh?” she repeat, incredulously. “Yes, a friend.” I repeat again “He’s married, Omoh.” I stress further, making sure she get rid of any idea she has in her head. “I didn’t say anything.” She defends. “Of course you didn’t.” I reply, smiling “O shit!” I exclaim remembering something important

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

Ten point eight million. It was a ridiculous amount of money. But money wasn’t the part that bothered me. It was the timing. Jessica had suddenly returned after eighteen years. She had claimed she was sick. She had barely explained anything. Now she was lying in a hospital bed with a failing heart, and somehow there was a possible treatment that came with a price tag of about $11 million. I didn’t like how neatly the pieces seemed to fit. “And you’re telling me that she has no money for it?” I asked.

He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and thrust into me hard and deep from behind, the slap of skin loud in the empty kitchen. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, hips snapping. “Taking Daddy’s cock right after Mia dropped off a goodbye gift for my daughter who’s leaving tomorrow. You were so steady today, baby. Let me fill you. Let me breed this tight pussy while we figure out how to keep all of this together when she’s gone.” I came hard, biting my arm to stay quiet. Elias followed with a deep groan, flooding me once more, holding me tight as he shuddered through it.

"I don't like people looking at you like that." "So you burned the leverage." "I redirected it." He looked at me. "There's a difference." I thought about the way his shoulder had settled against mine. The automatic turn of the concept board. Neither of us had planned it and Crane had seen it and it had done more for our credibility than anything the lawyers said. "You know what the most convincing moment was?" I asked. "The Mitchell disclosure." "No. When you turned my concept board toward you. Like you actually wanted to see it."

Huh! Jake’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Cassy, listen to me. I know I messed up badly, but we can fix this. You blocked me because you were hurt, I get it. But I’m here now. We work at the same place. This must be fate.” I glared at him, still struggling to free my wrist from his tight grip. “Fate? Are you serious? The only thing I feel when I see you is disgust.” “We’re over, Jake. Stop embarrassing yourself.”

I asked, shooting him an apologetic look, “why did you call off the deal? Our contract” “You are his beta, I want nothing to do with you lot, not even business” I simply said. “I’ll make sure to refund every dime you have invested as it was stated in the contract that if business doesn’t go well, I would do so. I don’t see any loss on your part” He just sighed like I was being a stubborn little child and just said “okay Devonne,it’s fine” and then he walked out. I paused, that was a little too easy. I got over it in a minute and went back to paperwork.

She waited until the conversation naturally shifted before addressing the latest evidence. “I received another set of documents last night,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. “Internal memos from your legal team. You instructed them to maintain absolute discretion about the Lila situation, including ongoing payments and monitoring. The notes specifically mention keeping me unaware. The dates overlap with your initial attempts to reconnect with me.”

He says as he lowers himself and meets my lips. I lift the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, and he quickly pulls it off and throws it on the floor. My hands go to him in a frenzy, running up and down his rippling back. Damn, he feels good. He nudges my legs apart with his thigh and settles between them, he's hard.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit