Vivianne's world seemed to stop when she felt Beckett’s entire c.ock inside her. His c.ock hit her quickly and intensely, causing Vivianne to clench both hands as she had a ragged breathing. "Fuck..." said Vivianne in a low tone as her tears began to fall. “Fuck you, Beckett! I'm a virgin—Ah shit, something must have torn inside me!” Suddenly, Vivianne's body became weak. Her legs trembled, making her almost lose her balance. Luckily, Beckett was able to hold both of her hands so she could maintain her position. Beckett didn't answer, but he didn't move either. He wanted her to get used to his size first, and Vivianne appreciated the gesture—Because in their position now, Beckett almost reached the end of her core. Vivianne bent her head to see if her pussy was still fine, but she almost turned pale when she saw the blood flowing down her thigh. It was too many… It felt like she was going to lose so much blood. "A-Are you going to kill me?" Vivianne stuttered, seeming to want to b

In the years of Beckett's life filled with sorrow and grief, there was only one thing that truly calmed him, especially during moments of inner weakness. It was their family picture that he had taken at a studio when he was still a child—before he was sent to Milan to continue his studies.He was only ten years old back then, yearning for more time with his family. However, he couldn't have it. His parents kept him in the States for a brief moment, and then he was scheduled to have a flight back to Italy.At such a young age, Beckett didn't understand that something was amiss. He thought that his parents simply didn't want him around, which is why they constantly kept him at a distance.“Beckett, my son, once everything is better, we will join you there, alright?" Ylona, Beckett's mother, said before planting a kiss on his forehead. "That's a promise."But that promise was eventually broken. As time went on, their meetings became increasingly infrequent. Beckett also became busy with

"What do you mean by that?" Beckett asked, looking at Vivianne, but the woman didn't respond.Vivianne simply smiled while gently caressing Beckett's cheek. There was a hint of sadness in her smile and in the expression of her eyes that were fixated on the man's lips."I'm just telling you the same..." Vivianne whispered softly before lifting her gaze again. "Just as you found out I was keeping something from you, I also found out you were keeping something from me. So, we'll wait for each other."Beckett's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Vivianne's response. It was as if a rush of blood escaped his entire body. He didn't know why, but he felt like Vivianne had learned something... whatever that might be."But what if neither of us intends to open up to each other?" Vivianne added a question. Her tone was gentle yet held a sense of intimidation, and Beckett understood that she was implying something."It would be bad, then..." Beckett replied in a dark, menacing tone.However, Becke

AFTER A couple of rings, the person on the other line answered. “Hello?”“Trevin Angeles,” Beckett replied as he leaned back in his swivel chair and crossed his legs. He also turned his phone to loudspeaker mode so Nathan could hear their conversation. “Did I call the right number? This is Beckett Clainfer.”“Beckett Clainfer...” Trevin repeated his name, clearly thinking. Several seconds passed before he responded. “You're a friend of Jeru, aren't you?”“Yes.” Beckett shifted his gaze to Nathan's tablet before extending his hand. Nathan placed the tablet he was holding on it. “I have a favor to ask. There’s this document we obtained in the middle of an investigation, but it’s heavily encrypted.”"Ordinary hackers can handle that.""It's not only encrypted. The whole flash drive was filled with viruses, too," Beckett replied while reading the notes Nathan had placed in his notes app. "It’s a flash drive containing various viruses, and it could be a trap.""Do you know what kind of vir

[You’re probably busy at work, so I didn’t bother calling you. We’ll have dinner in the mansion tomorrow. I won’t take no for an answer.]The message came from her father, Alfred. She didn't expect him to text her. He often pestered her with calls, especially when he had something important to say, so she was surprised, especially by the mention of "dinner." It just didn't sound right to her."Excuse me, I'm just going to the bathroom," Vivianne said to Fiona, who simply nodded. Fiona didn't even look at her and kept her gaze fixed on Beckett, the manager.Vivianne only shrugged. Ever since she started working at Syneverse Entertainment as a dress stylist, Fiona had been distant, or maybe just neutral towards her. However, Fiona did praise her when she did a good job.She wondered if Fiona knew something about her relationship with Beckett or if she was jealous because Beckett was closer to her than to Fiona. But whatever the reason, she decided not to dwell on it. After all, Beckett