He walked over to the drinks table, his movements tense and deliberate. Pouring himself a shot, he seemed lost in thought, his mind undoubtedly racing with the implications of the news.Helena's name hung in the air like a heavy weight, suffocating the room with its significance. Damon's next words cut through the silence like a knife. "Now Helena is free from me."The bitterness in his tone was unmistakable, tinged with a hint of resignation. Kesha couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, despite everything. "But why do you need her? You have me," she murmured softly.Damon's laugh was sharp and humorless. "You?" he scoffed, his disbelief evident. "You're not useful for my plans."As he downed the tequila in one swift motion, Kesha felt a chill run down her spine. His gaze bore into her, intense and calculating, sending shivers down her spine. "Or maybe..." he trailed off, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.The sudden change in tone made Kesha's heart race, her pulse q
She didn't even understand her own body's reactions. Because even though she was used to Aaron's hands, they always made touch feel new. "Where, principessa? Here?" Aaron's especially deep voice boomed as his palms squeezed Elena's breasts. "No" The fit between the reactions was perfect, so much so that they could barely understand how much they complemented each other. But they didn't need to understand, because understanding was the groans of satisfaction that made the brain stop thinking. She closed her fingers around his strands of hair as Aaron lowered his lips to her throat, licking and kissing the entire expanse of heated skin. "Here?" The man asked, and Elena was only able to shake her head. Aaron continued moving down her body with wet kisses. His hands also went down towards the middle of her legs. The man absorbed the low moans into himself, all combined with the symphony that the ocean played. "Here?" He questioned again. The woman moaned at his proximity to where s
It had been a few days since she visited that police station, thanks for Damon. It was true that he was curious about her visit, trying to decipher something relevant in her face.“Damon and I are no longer together,” she said at once.To say the man's eyes were glassy would be an understatement. Spencer even stopped breathing to hear better. He leaned forward as Elena sat down in one of the chairs. “Damon told me he had… lost control of you. I didn’t think you got divorced.”“It wasn’t a marriage as it seemed. Damon was more of my dictator than my husband” she said angrily. “But I didn’t just come to say that. I came to tell you that this investigation is over. I'm cleaning up the mess Damon made me do, and the first part is this... getting away from everything that threatens Aaron."Elena opened her bag and took out some papers, placing them on the wooden table. Spencer's eyes followed her movements, cautious but very anxious."I did some reporting on my time with Damon. All the tim
'What am I doing?' 'Why am I doing this?' With each passing floor, the tension mounted, until finally, the elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open to reveal Aaron Granger's office suite. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Kesha stepped out into the corridor, her pulse racing as she approached the imposing double doors that led to Granger's inner sanctum. As the heavy doors swung open, Kesha's breath caught in her throat as she came face to face with Aaron Granger himself. His presence filled the room, exuding an aura of power and authority that made her heart race. She managed a nod of acknowledgment as he greeted her with a subtle nod. "Mr. Granger," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, extending her hand tentatively. He accepted it with a firm shake, his grip strong and commanding. "Please, come in," he gestured, holding the doors open as she stepped into his expansive office space. The opulence of the room was overwhelming, with plush furnishings
The tension in the room escalated as Damon and Elena locked eyes in a silent battle of wills. The weight of their shared history, filled with betrayal and manipulation, hung heavy in the air.Damon's jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain his composure under Elena's unwavering gaze. He knew she was right about the project, but he refused to concede defeat so easily. After all, losing control was not in his nature.Elena, on the other hand, remained composed, her demeanor unwavering despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. She had spent years under Damon's thumb, and now that she was finally free, she refused to back down.The lawyer, sensing the mounting tension, cleared his throat nervously. "Well, if there are no further objections, I believe we have reached an agreement," he interjected, attempting to diffuse the palpable animosity in the room. "Proceeds from the project will go to Miss RoseFord."But Damon and Elena remained locked in a silent standoff, each refusing to
However, her expectant eyes are still on me. I lift the horrible cookie to my mouth. On one hand, I feel my stomach protest, threatening to give back everything I ate for breakfast. On the other side, I see Elena smiling and clapping her hands. Shit. My gut health or your happiness? What a fucking difficult decision. I bite into another piece, holding my breath to avoid the taste of death. For God's sake, it looks like the devil himself cooked this with his feet. I swallow before I can even chew properly. It's a good thing I don't have neighbors, otherwise prosecution for attempted intoxication would be a certainty. "I'm sure it's just missing sugar. Otherwise, it's great.” "Unbelievable!" she claps more “I’m a cook.” Elena throws her oven mitts on the counter and runs over to me. She throws herself into my lap, and I, fortunately, have to throw the cookie on the floor to catch her. Maybe the radiation will make my entire kitchen uninhabitable. Elena hugs my torso with her legs
The woman removed her silk gloves, which reached above her elbows, and washed her hands. Nothing could really prepare her for the moment when she would have to talk to Aaron, but she liked to think that she could put it off.The grand hall was alive with the harmonious strains of the violin, the music cascading gracefully through the air like a gentle breeze. Amidst the elegant ambiance, Elena remained ensconced in her thoughts, her nerves fluttering like delicate butterflies in her stomach.She finally returned to the salon when the last melancholic note had faded into silence, her steps measured and deliberate. As she settled into the plush seat beside Gordon, her father, his concerned gaze immediately caught her pallor."Elena, my dear, you seem a bit pale," Gordon observed, his voice laced with paternal concern."Just a touch of nerves," she replied with a forced smile, though the weight of her apprehension lay heavy upon her.Gordon, ever perceptive, opted not to delve further,
Elena's pupils instantly dilated. She didn't know what to say, or didn't want to say what she had in mind. All words seemed to be insufficient.However, the woman dared to continue looking into Granger's eyes, seeing the tourmaline tone darken with a clear mixture of bad feelings.Anger was present between green and blue. The contempt, the breach of trust, the regret.Aaron leaned toward Elena. In that position, she could see his eyes reflecting a sliver of light that infiltrated the car. The blue almost looked red with so much anger it contained."I want to know what they said about me" his tone was almost ironic, as if she already knew the answer and was testing how willing she was to tell the truth."Horrible things" Elena limited herself to saying."And you believed it, I suppose" despite his serious tone, he didn't seem to be upset, as his excellent self-control still allowed him to be focused. Aaron was clearly disappointed, but not to the point of letting it show."What could I