Reflexively, Bobbi stood up, the slight smile she'd been wearing fading as a bag of vegetable crisps fell from her lap. She stood there with her hands at her sides, wearing an oversized shirt that went to her knees. The collar hung large and loose, showing off a large expanse of her chest and left shoulder as it hung halfway down

Reflexively, Bobbi stood up, the slight smile she'd been wearing fading as a bag of vegetable crisps fell from her lap. She stood there with her hands at her sides, wearing an oversized shirt that went to her knees. The collar hung large and loose, showing off a large expanse of her chest and left shoulder as it hung halfway down

Making Up For Lost. Helen Returns; Bobbi Submits, Erin Stirs Tara's Desire. Thursday, 6:21 pm My phone rang as Helen and I rode the elevator to my apartment. It was Henry. I answered the phone, "Psalter-. What's the news?" I was on the proverbial edge of my seat. "She's gone," he replied. "Fuck." "It's strange," Psalter- said. "All of her belongings are still here. Her suitemate,

Then she took the whole thing between her lips, slipping them down the length of my cock until a little more than half of it was in her mouth. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of having my dick back in Helen’s mouth. I was in love with Natalie. I could have easily fallen in love

I texted Henry, Chloe’s on her way with VanCamp. In truth, Chloe was taking Roger to see the ex-spook, who was experienced at interrogation. I only hoped Roger didn’t break too easily. I imagined Psalter- had some pretty nasty techniques to extract information. Standing by, Psalter- responded. “Did you have to antagonize him like that?” Karl asked. I gave him my best

There was the out-of-control maniac that I’d met in the industrial section of Sin City. “Roger!” Karl said. “You kidnapped the boy!” “So,” Roger said, sounding much calmer, “This is your doing.” “You killed Ray,” I said. “You’re lucky this is the worst thing happening to you.” “Who?” Roger said. Oh fucking hell no. I opened my mouth to tell him precisely who Ray

His jaw snapped shut, and he blinked, clearly not expecting that from his mild-mannered client. “Fine,” I said, stalking back around the table. “We’re done here.” “Mr. Upton! Wait! Can’t we just talk about this!? There has to be another solution! He won’t come near your account! We’ll keep you completely quarantined from him! And if you leave Helen alone—” “Not happening,” I

Corporate Takeover "Marcos Finally Confront Roger VanCamp." Thursday, 10:08 am I threw the stack of evidence on the dark wood conference table and looked at the two men standing across it. “I want him gone by the end of the day.” Karl Yunger looked like he was having difficulty getting it together this morning. “Who? Are you talking about Tanaka?” “Tanaka?” I asked. “What does

“What do you suggest?” I asked. “My father taught me never to suggest anything illicit or illegal,” Astrid said. “That advice has served our family well. All I will say is that you have Hiro Tanaka coming after you. If you can’t handle someone like Roger VanCamp, you won’t stand a chance against Tanaka. He’s probably aware that you’re having issues

Jesus… and here I’d been asking Henry the million-dollar questions when she could have simply told me over dinner the entire time. Maybe I should get her to work for me. I needed to mine her for all it was worth. “Anything I can do to change his mind?” I asked. “Not sleep with his wife, for starters,” Astrid said. “Well,

**Chapter 10: Sweet Beginnings** Ava glanced at the menu, her nerves slowly dissipating as she focused on the colorful options. “I think I'll go for a caramel latte and maybe one of those chocolate croissants,” she said, pointing to the display case filled with tempting pastries. “Excellent choice! I'll get the same,” Ethan replied, heading to the counter. Ava watched him order, admiring how effortlessly

**Chapter 9: Coffee and Conversations** The weekend arrived, and Ava found herself standing in front of the café, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She smoothed down her outfit, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. This was her first step toward building that bridge, and she wanted it to be perfect. As she entered the café, the rich aroma of

**Chapter 8: The First Step** Ava's heart raced as she contemplated Ethan's words. Building bridges felt daunting, but the thought of connection was equally thrilling. “What if I stumble while building those bridges?” she asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice. Ethan smiled reassuringly. “We all stumble, Ava. It's part of the journey. What matters is that you keep trying. Besides, I'll be right

**Chapter 7: Building Bridges** Ava took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their conversation settle around them like a comforting blanket. “It's hard to let people in sometimes,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I've always been the one to keep my walls up.” Ethan nodded, his expression understanding. “I get that. But sometimes, letting someone see the real you can be

**Chapter 6: The Calm After the Storm** As they stood before the painting, Ava felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. “I've had my fair share of storms,” she admitted quietly, her gaze drifting to the vibrant swirls of color. “But I've always tried to find my way through.” Ethan's expression softened, and he took a step closer, creating an intimate space between