Wine whose taste blended with the best chocolate bar she had ever eaten sent an orgasmic feeling right down her throat, Soft jazz music playing from the stereos, making her ears wish to live there, to flirt with the light baritone voice, The subtle fragrance permeating through the air purifier, The purposive smoke rising from the purifier as well, clouding the middle of the room where Adonis rotated his body which was capable of assassinating every woman with wetness, Adonis himself behind a veil, having cast the room in fiery red shades, making it so that only the silhouette of his body could be seen even when his image showed in the mirrors. That was right, mirrors. One of the settings he had changed the once normal room to before he started dancing had been to make the command, 'Activate mirrors' and 'Release the veil' which had been followed immediately by the walls seeming to turn upside down, mirrors replacing the paintings just as a tra

The automated doors slid close behind Gonzalo who took quick strides to catch up with his boss, his eyes focused on his iPad, while he quickly searched for the document that Andre had asked for, and these he did without missing a step. His meticulousness as well as his ability to multitask was the reason he had been chosen as the international chief of staff as well as Chief Secretary. Sometimes, people who were yet to meet the CEO mistook him to be the head of the entire corporation, because his mannerism and choice of clothes were of standard quality. So were his looks. But one look at Andre and there definitely couldn't be any question of who was the boss of whom. He didn't need any introduction to be understood as the long-awaited delicious meal, while Gonzalo was the appetizer. Although the Spanish Chief Secretary was mouth-watering snack especially with that calm attitude of his which blended with his polite aloof personality. It was rare to see him ran

"Thanks for the tip, ma'am' "It's okay, Gwen, you can just address me by my first name." Clara countered with a smile, yet again attempting to make the other woman whom she could only guess was her age mate or a little younger than she was, comfortable.  "Oh ahem...Ms.... Clara, thanks, you're a great boss." Guinevere had a smile fixated on her face, the same smile she had whenever Clara returned to find her prepared to leave in the evening. It had been a shock the first time she had come ringing the doorbell early one morning, and introducing herself as the cleaning lady employed by Mr. Quinn. Well, one quick phone call to her boss and her shock had been replaced with something close to amazement. Most of the time, Clara still couldn't get the hang of this new life of hers. She drove to work every morning in a dashing red Maserati dressed in one of the classy dresses arranged in her walk-in closet, and had a meeting with the assistants who nodded to eve

Leon Laurent wasn't going to let go of what happened that morning so easily, Clara had observed within an hour of being in his presence. He brought it up when she had subtly attempted to lay her complaints about how he was driving with her in the front seat, and made a joke of it when she hadn't wanted to go to a restaurant with him.All within an hour.She was exhausted already having to follow him around Manhattan while he purchased everything he could find in stores and signed autographs for fans who happened to recognise him.And that fucking happened most of the time.After these two months, Clara couldn't believe she would be bullied again. That was definitely the one way of describing everything about Leon, and he did that while flashing his annoying mischievous smile and winking as though he were a pro. Scratch that he was. He had only taken time to tap her car with his fingers before going to open his passenger's seat for her, insisting she gets

He hadn't styled his hair; having seemingly showered a few minutes back. His hair was let down, and for the first time, she noticed how long it was for a male; It was almost shoulder length and  covered part of his face, making him look more casually beautiful."Hi sweetheart." He smiled as soon as he spotted her by the door, looking visibly pleased to see her.Clara took in his appearance with appreciative eyes, but masked them immediately as well. "Hey, how are you doing?"Leon smiled again, stepping aside to let her into the room. He didn't say anything till she entered the spacious suite which was basically a luxurious home. It was made up of multiple rooms; one of the few suites which made provisions for a kitchen and allowed the guests to cook if they wanted. It was also customised according to each occupant's taste.It was the most expensive room as well; the Queen's Suite. The furniture was posh and suited the interior decor of t