Mia’s pov. In the afternoon, I retreated to my room to prepare for the impending meeting with potential clients. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss the possibility of expanding Logan's branches by establishing franchises for his new product. I took great care in dressing professionally for the occasion, opting for a black pencil skirt and a crisp white top. As the meeting commenced, the discussion revolved around business matters, and, being the secretary, I assumed a quiet and observant role. My duties extended to ensuring that refreshments were available, so I promptly ordered food and drinks for the attendees. As the waiter brought in the beverages, I took the initiative to serve them in the appropriate glasses. However, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of being under the clients' scrutiny. Their gazes felt insidious and suggestive, making me feel both weird and awkward. Nonetheless, I maintained my composure, wearing a professional facade despite the discomfort
Sarah’s pov. I stirred in bed, slowly awakening from my slumber. I opened my eyes and let out a lazy yawn, stretching my arm above my head. Then, I felt a warm, strong hand wrapped around my waist, and it instantly brought a smile to my face. Turning my head to the left, I saw the very handsome Alex peacefully sleeping beside me, his slightly open mouth letting out soft snores that I found endearing. Carefully, I lifted his hand from my waist and gently placed it by his side as he rolled onto his back. For a moment, I hesitated, nervously biting my bottom lip, hoping not to disturb his sleep. Alex had arrived late last night, caught up in an important deal that had occupied him for the entire week. I placed a hand on my chest, slowly releasing the breath I had been unknowingly holding for a long moment. Sliding out of bed with grace, I tiptoed my way to the bathroom to freshen up. The sound of the running water from the shower awakened my senses, and after a refreshing bath, I emerg
Alex’s pov. "What do you mean by 'I can't drink with my friends' and..." She paused, her voice dripping with defiance, "...and how can you control my life." Her fiery eyes pierced through me as she waved her two fingers, clearly agitated by my words. Her body tensed, ready for a fight. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the situation press against my temples. Rubbing my forehead, I struggled to find the right words. "I want you to stay away from those perverted guys who seek a chance to get into every girl’s panties." My plate lay forgotten as I stood up, crossing my arms firmly across my chest, a gesture of authority. Sarah scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Really, and you know this very well? Hmmm? Every man wants only this," she mimicked my stance, crossing her hands over her chest. Frustration seeped into my voice as I replied, "It's not about blaming each other. I know how far a drunk guy can go. So I am just worried about you." The thought of another man's ha
Alex’s pov. I felt a surge of unease as I watched Salvator leer at my wife from across the room. His intentions were crystal clear, and I knew he wouldn't let this opportunity pass. Determined to protect Sarah, I casually draped an arm around her and suggested that it was time to head home. Little did we know that our departure would coincide with chaos erupting all around us. As we were about to leave, the unmistakable sound of gunfire shattered the air. Instinctively, I reached for my phone and quickly texted Logan and Ryder, urging them to join us immediately. However, there was no time to waste; I had to take charge until they arrived. My bodyguard and henchmen sprang into action, and we fought back against Salvator's well-armed men. Bullets whizzed past, and the air reeked of gunpowder as we engaged in a fierce battle. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, but I couldn't let fear paralyze me. I had to protect Sarah and everyone else caught in this dangerous situation. "St
Sarah’s pov. The next morning, I awoke with a splitting headache, and I instinctively clutched my head in both hands, groaning in discomfort. As I lay there, the door creaked open, and Alex appeared with a thoughtful expression, carrying a tray in his hands. His face brightened at the sight of me, and he greeted me with a warm smile, "Good morning, babe." He approached the bed gracefully and carefully set the tray down beside me. I could only manage a weak groan in response to his cheerful demeanor, clearly still feeling the effects of the headache. "Headache?" Alex inquired with genuine concern as he took a seat beside me. "Deadly," I replied, wincing slightly as I inhaled and exhaled sharply. Without hesitation, he handed me two Advil tablets and a glass of water, advising, "Take this. And have your favorite coffee. You will feel better." I followed his instructions without question, swallowing the tablets and then reaching for the comforting aroma of the coffee on the tray.
Alex’s pov. "Come here," I instructed, curling my index finger. She scooted down the bed and stood near me. I sat on the bed and widened the gap between my legs. "Over my knees," I instructed again in my deep, dominating voice, causing her jaw to drop to the ground. I smirked, pleased to see her reaction. She seemed nervous, slowly stalking near me, swaying her hips sensually, and stopping near my legs. I gripped her arm and pulled her down over my lap. Her face was down, and her ass was up in the air. I dragged up her dress to reveal her white lace panties. "Beautiful!" I groaned. She gasped and shivered as the cold air touched her skin when I dragged her panties down to her ankles. I placed my hand on her bottom, and my rough skin began to slowly caress her ass cheeks, making her moan as she enjoyed my touch. Suddenly, I gave her a hard spank that landed on her soft skin, making her cry out. "Ah..." I immediately soothed the pain by caressing and massaging her with my large
Logan's pov. After returning from the business trip, Mia's demeanor had changed; she appeared distant, her usual warmth and charm replaced with a guarded facade. The scent of rich Italian food lingered in the air, mixing with the tension that crackled between them. “Mia, wait. I need to talk to you,” I implored, my dark eyes searching for answers in her troubled blue ones. She hesitated but finally remained in the room after everyone else had left. "What's wrong, baby girl? Talk to me. Why are you avoiding me?" I questioned, my voice trying to hold on to its usual commanding tone, but a hint of vulnerability seeped through. "Nothing is wrong, Mr. Mancini. I just... I just came back to my senses," Mia replied animatedly, trying to keep up a brave front. I shook my head, confusion evident on my face. "What do you mean?" "I mean... listen... I need this job, but I can't be your play toy. I have feelings, and I don't want to get hurt in the end. Please, Mr. Mancini, I want whatever i
Sarah's pov. In a cozy corner of the restaurant, I sat opposite my dear friend Julia, the soft glow of Amber light illuminating our faces. It had been nearly a month since we last saw each other, and we were catching up over coffee, sharing the details of our lives.Julia, with her mischievous charm, leaned forward and asked with a playful wink, "How's your married life going on, babe?"A blush crept onto my cheeks as I thought about my marriage. It was like living in a fairytale – everything was simply perfect. It was clear that Alex was starting to like me just as I liked him. And what I discovered this very morning would undoubtedly strengthen our bond even more."Oh, Julia, you won't believe it," I gushed. "Life with Alex is like a dream come true. He was my dream man, and now he's my husband. I feel like I'm on cloud nine."Julia chuckled and commented with amusement, "Sarah, you're absolutely glowing. You're so lucky to have Alex. You've turned all the other girls green with env