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A cold voice called out, and the entire thing went numb at once. “Shit, shit,” Jasper cursed, stumbling as he adjusted his cock in his slacks before buttoning down my gown as well. “Jasper?” The voice came again. Mr. Grey walked through the doors, his grey-trimmed beard on his perfectly fit body, dressed in a two-piece tailored suit that clung to his frame. I couldn’t help but admire him—maybe I’d pictured him once or twice fucking me, pinning me down and rutting insanely into me.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

James grumbled as he called back and finally threw the phone on the table and held his forehead. Meanwhile, Grey has an offsite assignment to complete some collaborations. He had met some of Superhart's clients at a cafe for non-formal meetings. When he finished, Grey came out of the coffee shop and was about to walk back to the car. On the way, he stopped because of a bookstore on the side of the road. What caught his attention was not the shop but the magazine on the display store. Grey spontaneously took off his sunglasses, looked left and right, and brought his face closer to confirm its cover. He quickly went into the shop to buy the magazine from the display.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

Eyes the color of wet stone. He looked at me the way people look at something they have already decided to keep. “Elena Voss,” he said. “Come in.” The room smelled faintly of cedar. Two armchairs facing each other across a low table. A single lamp throwing warm light. Behind him, a wall of books with titles I recognized from my father’s study. Experimental hypnosis. Dissociative states. The ethics of suggestion. I sat. He sat. The silence stretched until my pulse felt loud.

Mary’s eyes filled instantly, brimming with tears she tried to blink away. Bask stared at her, stunned. “What is he talking about?” She couldn’t speak. Sudan’s voice dipped lower, darker. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Mary?” Her tears slipped free. There it was. The crack. The silence that followed was suffocating. Zach pushed back his chair abruptly, the legs screeching against the hardwood. His voice shook, not with anger but with something far worse. “Why would you say that?” he whispered. “Why?”

Keyara felt like breaking through the lift wall and escaping. The tenth floor still felt far away. Keyara bit her lip to ease her anxiety. Keyara glanced to the side. Although she tried to keep her distance to the end of the lift, her eyes unconsciously looked towards Grey's stained clothes. There was a scent of coffee in the lift. "What's that coffee stain?" Grey looked at Keyara and said, "It's a coffee stain." Keyara was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Grey to respond to her thoughts as if he could read her mind.

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.