Elena's words hung heavy in the air, each one a sharp reminder of the fractures in their relationship. Damon's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he struggled to contain his rising anger. "Don't you dare blame me for everything!" he shot back, his voice laced with venom. "You think you're blameless in all of this? You think you're some innocent fucking victim?" Elena met his gaze squarely, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I never claimed to be perfect, Damon. But I didn't betray you. I didn't hurt you the way you hurt me!" She retorted, her voice trembling. A flicker of guilt crossed Damon's features, but he quickly masked it with a mask of defiance. "You pushed me away, Elena." He insisted. Elena shook her head. "No, Damon. You made your choices. You chose to betray my trust, to break our vows," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "And now you have to live with the consequences." "You're wrong if you think I'll deal with the conseq
Elena always had in mind that men with money weren't capable of putting anything above power. She proved this hypothesis with her own husband. Deep down, she knew that the elite was composed of egocentric and distrustful people, and Aaron was part of it. "The contract has been ready since the first night, at the club. My plans for you didn't start yesterday." The truth was that Aaron always presented the contract first, then got involved with women. He never allowed himself to be with a woman without the protection of her signature, as he always feared exposure, or something more serious. However, with Elena, he barely had time to think about the ink of a pen before touching her body. "I'm not going to sign," was all the beautiful lady needed to say. "Whether married or single." From those words on, Aaron understood everything else. The man confirmed with a nod, indicating that he understood what he had heard. She wouldn't be part of an agreement, and he wouldn't have a non-co
However, amidst the chaos, what surprised the man was knowing that his relaxation, largely, was because he knew that Elena's life would not be compromised, nor her safety. She was okay, and that was all that mattered. ** The sun infiltrated the room like a shrewd inspector. The light was capable of revealing traces of the previous night, the early hours, and mid-morning. The open curtains indicated that the people in that room hadn't had time to close them. The clothes scattered on the floor were evidence of how carnal the previous hours had been, of how little time they had to waste. And it was in that hotel room that Elena woke up the next morning. The strong sunlight forced her to rub her eyes at first, then to adjust her vision. The sheets were soft, but they were so crumpled that they didn't deny the turbulence they had gone through. The woman's eyes wandered to her side, where Aaron Granger was sleeping peacefully. The man was naked, covered up to his waist by the white
The following weekend, Damon still showed no sign of life. That didn't mean anything bad for Elena. On the contrary. Being away from Damon Donovan was a blessing. On Saturday, Elena and Anastasia went on a work trip. To check the production of the communicators, they traveled to Los Angeles to spend two days. The first day was filled with work, visits and meetings. But, on the second day, they took time off and went to a nightclub. Elena wore a bloodthirsty red dress, with a generous neckline and opening on the sides. She was the personification of sensuality, or debauchery; that depended on the mind of whoever saw it. She had very little left to the imagination, as every line of her body was on display. As she walked among the people, she attracted so many looks that it would be impossible to say that she wasn't the most attractive woman in the room. It wasn't about beauty, a symmetrical face or a curvy body. It was her confidence. It was the certainty that she would get whatever
"You don't need to give in. There are women like Sabrina Carper, who would use their tongues to clean the floor beneath their feet. You don't need my signature" those words were bitter on Elena's tongue, but they were still true. "You're wrong" "You like the challenge, Aaron. You like knowing that there is someone who doesn't idolize your existence. That's the reason for your attraction, and when you realize that I am into you, you're going to discard me." "Why would I do that?" he frowned, a clear expression of confusion. "It's what you do with your achievements" "They are indifferent" "That's what I am going to be. Indifferent" "If you could be indifferent, I wouldn't be obsessed" At that moment, Aaron framed Elena's face between his hands. He wished she was sober enough to react to a kiss, but he did not think she was. "As long as you insist on a contract, on taking me to your slaughterhouse or on acting like we are good friends, I don't believe it" Aaron thought about th
She leaned forward. Elena caressed the man's symmetrical face, tracing each perfectly sculpted detail with her fingers. Her nails lightly scratched her skin. The man found himself trapped in that moment, in that feeling, in those blue eyes. "I need you in a red bikini" "I like you drunk. At least we're more than friends when alcohol runs through your veins." "Don't exaggerate. I will remember this conversation" Aaron smirked. The truth was that neither of them knew for sure if that moment would still make sense in the morning. Elena was afraid that the sun would kill the magic that the night carried. Because every other time, Aaron seemed to regret giving in, of doing more than he was used to doing. "I doubt it" "You bet, princess. We're going to Malibu next weekend. Buy a red bikini, no ribbons." Aaron had many properties. Some were his father's and passed into his name when he took over leadership of the Enterprise Granger. But there was one house, in particular, that he did
The truth was that that madam had liked Elena from the first moment, even though she hadn't met her on the best possible occasion. "Elena, don't worry. It's just a dress. But if it was in my hair, you'd be in trouble" Dora smiled. "The hair is intact, thank God" They were basically the same height, although Elena was wearing high heels and Dorothy was not. They exchanged a kind look and comfortable smiles. Elena was a little embarrassed, as she knew that the damage to Dora's dress would be irreparable. On the other hand, Dora wasn't worried. "I was leaving. I will take off these wet clothes as soon as I am home." "I am really sorry. Is there anything I can do? Maybe buy another dress, since this stain won't come out" Elena looked at the wet part of the dress once again, sure that it was a lost piece. "No, dear. Let's not worry about frivolities. I am leaving, anyway" Dorothy tried to reassure the beautiful woman. Elena would respond, insisting that Dora charge her something. H
"I am wrong?" "Your life may have been perfect all along, but mine was shit," Elena snapped, not caring how loud she was speaking. "All girls like you say the same. What was your biggest problem, princess? Not getting a convertible at eighteen?" "Yes, Aaron. And do you want to know more? I did not get an apartment at nineteen either." Elena was not the type of woman to put herself in the position of a victim. She hated being pitied. So, at that moment, the only thing she wanted to do was run out of the room. Only away from Aaron would she have the peace she needed to clear her troubled thoughts. The beautiful woman began to walk in long strides towards the door, but she was stopped before she could make it. Aaron caught up with her, and pushed her body against the panoramic glass none too gently. Before she could think, the man's body was pressed against hers. "Fuck, princess. Make it easy for me. I wouldn't be here if Sabrina, or any other woman, was important." "They must h