Clint took the lead, striding purposefully ahead of Elena, guiding her through the corridor with a confident air. As they approached the entrance to an office, he halted and turned towards her, his gaze filled with a blend of respect and professionalism. "Miss RoseFord, please go on ahead," Clint said, his voice carrying a hint of formality.Elena's eyes met his, acknowledging his gesture of deference. She appreciated Clint's understanding of the protocol and his recognition of her status as a valued guest. With a nod of gratitude, she stepped forward.Taking a deep breath, Elena pushed open the door, entering the office with a poised grace. The space exuded an air of authority, its decor reflecting the high standards and professionalism expected within. As she crossed the threshold, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that the meeting ahead would present both challenges.As she stepped inside, the air crackled with tension, charged with anticipation. Her eyes immediately locke
"You!" Elena's face turned red. "That night was just an accident! Mr. Granger, if you do not have any plans to discuss about the proposal, then I do not think we have anything else to say to each other.""Fine" Aaron stared lazily at the upset woman in front of him. "If you reject me today, I believe there will be repercussions waiting for you at the Donovan Family yes?""That's none of your business!" She stamped her foot, a surge of irritation and deep offense erupting within her like a volcano ready to explode. The walls of the room seemed to close in around her, unable to contain the intensity of her simmering anger. With a mixture of frustration and indignation burning in her chest, Elena spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, her steps resonating with fierce determination.As she stalked away, words tumbled in her mind like thunderous echoes, each one dripping with a venomous edge as she struggled to contain the seething tempest within her."Asshole," she muttered throug
She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped animal. "Damon, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she backed away from him. But Damon was relentless, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire.Before Elena could react, he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room like a death knell. She watched in horror as he turned the key in the lock, sealing them both inside. Panic clawed at her throat, threatening to suffocate her as she realized the full extent of her predicament.Did this son of a bitch just lock me up?Elena felt like a trapped animal. Meanwhile, outside, Damon walked away from the door. He found his mother in the same spot, at the top of the stairs."Elena suggested divorce," he murmured."As if she has many options besides staying with us," Laura rolled her eyes.Damon passed by her, heading towards his own room.Why would Elena want to separate from me?What does Aaron Granger have to do with this?
Laura's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good choice," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let's not keep Mr. Granger waiting."Laura stormed out, leaving Elena to change. However, Elena had other plans. Ignoring Laura's expectations, she slipped into the sexiest pajamas she owned, a sleek satin number that clung to her curves like a second skin.Descending the mansion's grand staircase, Elena encountered her mother-in-law at the bottom step. Laura's eyes bulged in disbelief at the sight of Elena's attire."What the hell is this?" Laura's voice crackled with fury. "A respectable woman wouldn't even consider wearing such trash!""What?" Elena retorted, her innocence a thin veil over her defiance. "It's just pajamas.""Get upstairs this instant and change out of that disgraceful excuse for clothing!" Laura's grip tightened on Elena's arm, her words dripping with venom. "You shameless slut!"Elena's heart raced as she struggled against Laura's vice-like grip,
The next morningGranger parked the Tesla in front of the House of God. At least, that's what they said. The place where the corrupt politician would kneel and beg for forgiveness for leaving half a million people below the poverty line. He buttoned up his jacket and walked into the church unhurriedly, observing the building, three times larger than the last time he saw it. The building was old, but not aged. The colors, the Renaissance style, the shapes. Everything made it seem like the church had never undergone renovation, but the truth was that less than a million dollars would barely be enough to erect the pillars. He looked up at the cloudy sky, feeling the weather instability in the big cities and making him miss an isolated island in southern Europe. Upon entering the sacred temple, he looked around out of habit. It was empty, as it was still late on a Monday. The dinner at the Donovan's house, the previous night, aroused Aaron's desire to confess. After all, coveting thy
"My intuition was screaming warnings to stay away, but you know when sin is so magnetic that it pulls you close?" she asked."Yes.""Father, I don't want to give in to him again. I can't... I... I have too much to lose.""Why did you come to confess?" he asked."I have sinned against my husband and against God. I swore to be faithful and I wasn't. And if I have the opportunity to sin again..." She didn't need to continue.He didn't want her to recognize him. Being Father Bee and hearing her confession intrigued him. Aaron wanted to hear more. He could read all her reactions that night, but hearing from her own lips was different. It was exciting."I'm an adult, I shouldn't be trapped in my husband's world. But I have no way out. That family suffocates me and forces me to be someone I despise. In fact, we're only in church today because my mother-in-law dragged me here.," Elena sighed, "Father?" she called."Yes, daughter.""I'd trade everything for an exciting free life."He settled m
Granger brought a hand to the rounded curve of her buttocks, gripping her body. His other hand held her neck. Elena didn't even realize that the moan echoing in the room came from her when the hard length of his arousal pressed against her belly. He pushed them backward until her back met the dresser.Granger pushed the objects on the furniture aside and lifted her up, settling her rear on the top, never breaking the kiss.Elena wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. She knew this was wrong. She knew she shouldn't be here. But she was so tired of thinking. She just wanted them to be each other's for as long as they could. There was a peace in the physicality of it all that she never realized before.Elena began unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it out of his pants. She pulled the buttons without the slightest concern of breaking them. They only broke apart when the last button caught, and Granger looked down, helping her open it. Immediately, after the clothing was gone,
Drinks continued to be served in copious amounts throughout the hall. The guests didn't care about what they were doing, mainly because they didn't run the risk of being discovered. Casinos were known for harboring very dirty secrets.Suddenly, Laura turned to Elena. "Mingle around, talk to people, and show some charm. Don't forget to speak with Mr. Granger. I'll be back soon," she said before disappearing into the crowd. Elena knew that something was terribly wrong.The music played in a lively rhythm as Elena searched for someone familiar. Some faces were recognizable, such as those of businessmen who used to do business with Damon.At one point, the woman grew tired of aimlessly wandering through the hall and decided to head to the bar."I'll have a bottle of water, please," Elena decided not to drink alcohol; after all, the last time she did, she ended up in a bed in a brothel with a stranger.When she received her drink, Elena returned to the center of the casino, where the game