ELLIEThe traffic was a mess as I drove to meet Zara for lunch on Thursday. Why did my life seem to be such a mess? I had a good job that I really liked, I had real friends who cared about me. And I had even worked things out a bit with my ex, I was finally getting over him and moving on.My life wasn't really messed up, maybe it was just my feelings. But I refused to admit that Ethan was the reason for this mess. I would admit that he was spending a lot of time in my thoughts, and even in my dreams, but that was just desire. I could admit my desire; my whole body craved him and heated up just by remembering what he could do to me. I could hardly close my eyes at night without recalling his perfect face between my legs, those brown eyes gazing at me, and those lips on me. Hell! I was getting wet just thinking about him.Why did I feel conflicted when I knew Ethan wasn't the right man for me? Whatever his reasons were, he wasn't interested in a relationship, which was exactly what I wa

ETHAN"What did you say?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion."Polite people usually say 'good evening'.""Can we skip these provocations and get to the part where I tell you to fuck off?" She smiled sarcastically, making it clear that my goal of provoking her had been achieved. The red lipstick on her lips captured my full attention. It made me imagine how they would feel around my cock; that memory was still fresh in my mind. And it was enough to awaken my cock.I took a step towards her, and she stood still, hesitating in the face of my attitude. I stopped in front of her, her breasts just a few inches away from my chest. I noticed how her breathing became heavy."You look beautiful," I said, smiling and staring into her eyes, making her blink in confusion. "I can't wait to rip that dress off you," I whispered. She remained silent, not breaking eye contact as her breathing quickened. Then the doorbell rang. Damn, Anthony."In your dreams," she gritted her teeth before walking away

ETHANWhen the car pulled away, she turned to me with anger shining in her eyes. If she thought she had the right to be upset, how should I feel? Anger didn't even come close to what I was feeling."What do you want?" she asked through gritted teeth, crossing her arms over her chest, assuming her usual defensive stance."What do I want?" A nervous laugh escaped my lips. I took a deep breath before approaching her and grabbing her wrist, pulling her towards my car."But what the hell do you think you're doing?" She tried to free herself from my grip, but I didn't allow it, forcing her to keep walking. "Stop! Are you going crazy?""We're going to talk," I said through clenched teeth."We have nothing to talk about.""Oh, yes, we do.""No!"As we approached my car, I opened the back door."Get in," I commanded, staring at her shocked expression. I was completely out of control, driven solely by my anger."No! Let go of me. What do you think you're doing?""Get in!" I demanded."You don't

ELLIE Bastard! I felt my cheeks grow warm, so I turned my face to the other side. I settled into my seat, determined not to utter another word to him until the end of the flight. How could I be attracted to someone like him? So arrogant and ? That was the problem with guys with huge dicks, they felt like they owned the world. My theory was that since they had big dicks, they acted more arrogantly and confidently, and confident men tended to attract me more. So, big dick usually meant arrogant asshole, like Mr. Morgan." Somehow, I managed to survive the flight, and surprisingly, I didn't speak or curse at Mr. Morgan for the rest of the time. Although I sometimes felt his gaze on me or that he wanted to say something to me, he didn't, assuming a surprisingly austere attitude for the rest of the trip. I noticed him distancing himself even more since we disembarked. After a few more hours of driving, we arrived at the country house Zoe had rented in the Burgundy region, near the city o

ELLIEThe music was slow, and I had no idea what I was doing, but I let the blond lead me. He placed both hands on my waist, automatically making me place mine on his shoulders before we started moving slowly."Are you American?" He asked in my language, with a strong French accent, relieving me because I knew no more than five words in French."I'm glad you speak my language," I smiled. "I thought we'd have to use Google Translate or something. Yes, I'm American.""And what brought you to France?" He asked with a smile, genuinely curious."I'm on a vacation trip with my friends. I just realized I don't know your name yet.""Valentin, a pleasure, miss?""Ellie.""It's a pleasure, Ellie.""The pleasure is mine. And I apologize if I end up stepping on your foot, dancing is not my strong suit, especially after drinking so much wine.""If I can keep looking at your face, I won't complain, I promise," he said, making me smile.After a few minutes of conversation, I noticed that besides bei