I want to escape, Harper has left us alone once again, promising that no one will interrupt us this time. "This is my fucking life, Harry. Stop interfering," my voice breaks, and I feel myself becoming emotional. "That's why I'm asking you to let me go. We can finish this conversation another time." I fall silent as I see him approaching me, stopping for a fraction of a second so that our bodies and breath are close to each other. "Have you stopped loving me?" he asks softly, and I close my mouth and shake my head. "Well, I knew it," he says as he inhales deeply near my neck. Nervously, I moisten my lips, and a moan escapes me involuntarily. "You'll never get from him what I could give you." He cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him, and we share a moment of eye contact. "Stop being presumptuous," I murmur, and he lowers his hands to my waist, lifting me up to kiss me. He presses his warm lips against mine, and I hold onto him tightly when I feel his tongue enter
+ +HARRY+ Opening my eyes, a huge smile takes over my face as I feel the satisfaction of seeing her sleeping like the angel she is. Being close to her body gives me the opportunity to get closer to her, taking the form of a spoon. We have stayed on the couch. A deep sigh comes out of me, it's been a long time since I felt something like this, she has given herself to me without restrictions. Our bodies surrendered to each other and, thirsty for desire, we satisfied ourselves with pleasure. Control was everything for both of us, it had been that way for a long time. An ironic smile appeared on my lips when I supposed that our relationship was only going to be a temporary intimacy or would lead to the resignation of our marriage, but everything did not turn out as we had planned, no, now she belongs to me, she is my wife, and she will not stop being so. I am torn between fury and my other passive self, I do not want to continue seeing how she plays with our marriage... I have to b
+ "Don't even think I'll let you be with that bastard," I advanced until I was just a few centimeters from her, pushing her against the door as she tried to leave. I held her face in my hands and pinned her body with my weight. I brought my nose to her soft hair, inhaling deeply, as rage and desire combined into an intoxicating and explosive cocktail. Without thinking, I captured her lips with mine and our teeth clashed, but I managed to deepen the kiss. Mentally, I screamed in triumph as I felt her arms entwine in my hair. She growled against my mouth, allowing me to delve deeper. She let go and entwined her tongue with mine. I loved it. Her voracity was unexpected. Desire set my body on fire like wildfire. It was strange, I felt that I desired her and she desired me. With a burst of dominance, I grunted and held her by the throat with one hand while we kissed. With the hand that was free, I traveled down her body, discovering her curves; her breasts, her waist, her ass. Feeling
Harry Green, at the age of thirty-five, has taken over the family business and is in charge of the massive "West Edmonton Mall." As the most coveted bachelor in the Green family, his single life is a good life. However, the family thinks that the man who has everything might have some unusual tastes, such as "loving someone of the same sex." But these are just assumptions, as nobody knows what Harry's pastime is after a hard day's work. Behind the serious profile of the imposing Harry, there is a great weakness that nobody knows about, as he has kept his private life secret for years, saying that oil and water don't mix. His egocentric, cold, and responsible personality is respected in society as one of his attributes. However, at night, his daring and dark side comes to light when one of the employees at the mall discovers the great secret of her boss. Alexandra Morin is the girl who drives the unbreakable Harry Green crazy the moment she enters as a new user of the "Hidden Pleasur
Now that I'm just a few meters away from this man, I'm dazzled by how attractive and tall he is. I definitely fall short in describing the elegant suit he's wearing and those bright blue eyes that are watching me attentively. God, I need a moment to allow my breathing to return to normal because this man is stealing all my breath away. "Thank you," he mutters in a husky voice. "You didn't have to bother, but now that you did, I want to thank you." I give him my trembling hand, we greet each other, and when our fingers touch, I feel a strange and exciting shiver that runs through my whole body. This man has to be mine! Ha, only in my dreams. I have to remember that he's the owner of a huge shopping center and would never want to be with a woman who earns the basics. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Green," I blush, and all I want is to throw myself at his lips. I want to know what he's capable of, I'm eager to feel him. "Alexa... you have to come in now!" I startle at the sound of my f
"Alexis, you can't give me a moment, I was..." I didn't finish speaking when I saw my boss with her arms crossed, her lascivious gaze scanning me from top to bottom. I swallowed hard. "Hi, boss," my words came out in a low voice, as I lowered my gaze. Her mother's daughter intimidated me, and I couldn't stand up to her. I didn't want to challenge her, either. "I sent for you... I'm tired of you. I can't deal with you anymore, so I need you to work with our high-maintenance clients." I looked up when I heard that, which meant she was forgiving me for catching me in the bathroom cubicles. "But I need you there yesterday, Alexa. I don't want you lingering around." I didn't wait for her to expect my response before nodding, and before I ran off, I gave my friend one last look. Poor guy had nothing to say; he did everything he could to help me. But thinking about it, my boss didn't give me the punishment she thought I deserved. It felt like she had rewarded me. I left, leaving my boss w
"No, don't exaggerate. You'll see that it will be great for you there, and not to mention that they don't work weekends, which is good for you." "That's new. Is it possible that everything will be different, and that it's not like what people say about them?" "Can I ask a question? I don't want to be pushy or anything, but I really need to know what they saw in me. It's not that I think I'm special, but I understand that you need experience or a degree to work in a call center." "These are new opportunities, and don't think that the boss hasn't seen your file. Part of what you're saying is true, and that's why we want you on our team. You're the ideal candidate for the position." "I want to believe you, but it's hard for me." "Thank you for the opportunity. I just hope I don't get fired for not having the experience you're looking for." "Well, I warned you. I'm nice and all, but I have my faults too." "No problem. And to show you how good I am, I'll welcome you by asking you to
"Yes, and I apologize, but I want to close the topic about always asking for an age when giving advice. I always make sure that my advice is with people who have experience with the topic, whether they are single or married and want to fight for their marriage." I'm trying to close the topic because I don't want you to think that I can get the company into trouble with advice that wouldn't help, but would harm it. "From what I see, you don't need advice, and I want to offer you a job in customer service for a while. Meanwhile, I can make sure you are the right fit for the advisor position." I am stunned by the huge proposal, my throat tightens, and I am undoubtedly breathless. His words are sincere, and his blue eyes show that he is not lying, but it is inevitable to doubt what he says. Why me? Is it because I am one of the best salespeople in the store, or because I have the charisma to reach women? I don't think it's all because I have a beautiful smile or a wonderful body. "I'm