Author's pov It was Saturday morning, and Danielle and Luke were lying on the bed, covered by a white blanket from their chests to their feet, and both were facing each other. "Stop! Stop!! Stop tickling me," she laughed. The blanket made it hard to see where Luke was actually touching her until Danielle said, "Is this how you used to tickle your ex?" She looked at Luke's face and waited for his response. "No, she never allowed me this kind of freedom with her body, and I hated that." "What's one thing I could do to signal the end of this relationship?" "Hmmm..." Luke shifted his legs and head. "I'm waiting," Danielle used her left hand to stroke his beard. "Depriving me of touching you when I want to?" "Wait a minute, can't you go without sex for a few days? What if I have to travel? Can I rely on you? Don't act like you'll die without it." "I won't die, but please, don't do it." He smiled at her. "What's the worst thing you hate, the one thing you don't want y
Author's pov "I don't know why I'm feeling scared," Luke said, pressing the brakes of his car as he stopped in front of the complex building where he was hired. He glanced at his wristwatch and realized he had plenty of time before meeting the new CEO. "I don't understand why I'm afraid," he muttered to himself again, although deep down, he knew the reason. He was afraid of his mother's reaction if he didn't get the job again, and he thought this would affect his relationship with his mother and she would never believe him again. That was something he never wanted to happen. Luke was wearing a blue suit and looked bewildered. Realizing he had just twenty-five minutes before 9:00 am, he stepped out of his car and walked towards the glassy twenty-story building. As he entered the elevator, he had another thought. "How can I be certain if it will work?" he wondered, clutching his black suitcase. "Let me give it a try. There's no harm in trying," he encouraged himself. When he a
Author's pov "Hello Brenda, I'm not sure what nickname to use for you without causing offense. But one thing I'm certain of is that when I see something magnificent, I can't help but speak about it. You are truly unique. Your beauty is like a rare gem. I know I've lost my position as PRO of your organization, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating something visually appealing. The man who gets to hold you and set his eyes on you when he wakes up will be incredibly fortunate. As for me, I've never been lucky enough to touch and kiss those soft lips of yours. I may not get another chance to meet you, so I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful than the rose in front of you. When I saw you in your office, my body chemistry changed as if you touched me, then what happens when you actually touch me? If you were to kiss the back of my hand, I don't think I would ever wash it again, as your lips would leave a mark of love. I won't say I m
Luke's pov I was fortunate to end the call quickly before I could dial Danielle's number. How did Brenda know the conversation with my mum had ended? It was uncanny. When I heard the door opening, I hurriedly ended the call. I don't know why, but whenever I set my eyes on Brenda, I felt an intense desire to be closer to her. She is a woman who has long experienced intimacy. I can't stop imagining how she would react passionately if I were to engage with her from behind. Or whatever sexual position she would prefer. Little did I know, Danielle had already received a missed call from me. As I was about to stand up from Brenda's chair, Danielle started calling. Why did Danielle have to ruin my chances with her beautiful friend? Just as I ended the call in front of Brenda, she asked, "Who is calling you?" "My mum, I don't know why. I better go and check on her," I replied, hoping to prevent Danielle from calling back while I was still in Brenda's office. "I understand. I hope sh
Brenda's pov I thought confiding in Danielle would be the best solution for my troubles until I got home and entered my house. At first, everything seemed fine, but it all started when I undressed and went to the bathroom for a bath. Out of nowhere, a particular thought began to haunt me as I stood in front of the mirror. "How long will someone hold your breasts?" I chuckled at the thought, shrugged, and replied, "At the right time and with someone I love." "Isn't Harrison qualified for that? He's very attractive. He praised your lips," this made me turn my attention to my lips and press them together. "Imagine how he would passionately kiss your lips. Have you even thought about it?" "I just met him today. I didn't know him before." "You crave his touch and affection. You lack nothing except the warm hands of a man." "Don't worry, Danielle will take me out this weekend." "It's only Monday, can you survive until Saturday? Why can't you handle your emotional life on you
Charlotte's pov I didn't know where the confidence came from, but I believed that I could get Tyler to come to the party. Or maybe it was because I started to sense that Tyler had some kind of liking for me? I still remember what happened when Ava and I came back from the bar and I went into my room, angry because of what Ava accused me of. He gently knocked on my door until I asked him to come inside. When he saw tears in my eyes, he couldn't bear it and started patting me continuously with both hands. I could see the emotions in his eyes and his actions. Then, out of nowhere, he told me some naughty jokes. One of the jokes was about how a woman who's been sad for a long time can't sexually satisfy her partner in bed because most of her feelings have left her through her tears. Instantly, I burst into laughter. I had never heard something like that before. It was so funny and arousing. "How did you know that?" I lifted myself from the bed and sat on the edge, with my legs on
Charlotte's pov Did I really know what I was doing yesterday? Was it influenced by alcohol or just my emotions? The party was wonderful, and the neighbors seemed concerned. I had a brief chance to dance with Tyler, my crush. I can't wait for the opening of his new house. He said I would spend the night in his bedroom. That's when our emotions would come out fully. I've been suppressing my sexual desires for a long time, and I don't think sleeping with a younger man would satisfy them. I need an older man to fill the void left by the man I fell in love with at the hotel. Deep down, I know I will be very satisfied when that man at the hotel holds me to himself. But where is the man to help me out? The crazy blind date app that made me fall in love has disappeared, and I want Tyler to take his place. His voice is similar or something close to him. I hope this wasn't out of infatuation. I was lying in my bed, still thinking about the time I spent in Tyler's room yesterday and how he
Author's pov There was a knock on the door of Charlotte's mother's house. It was in the morning, close to 9:00 am. Charlotte's mum's name was Patricia. She was in her early forties, and her daughter had inherited her beautiful figure, and her curves were still very visible. Patricia was in the bathroom when she first heard the knock on the door. She wasn't expecting any visitors that morning. When she heard the knock, she thought maybe Charlotte had planned a surprise visit, but it seemed too early for Charlotte to leave Ava's city and arrive so soon. "Maybe it's one of my neighbors," she thought, slightly shrugging her shoulders. She was almost finished bathing and called out, "I'm coming. Give me a few minutes." She raised her voice. The person at the door probably heard her voice because they didn't knock again. Patricia came out of the bathroom and, not knowing who was at the door, quickly cleaned herself up. Without applying lotion, she put on a yellow gown and hurrie