~Trouble~ As he began to thrust and make love to her, she felt a wave of passion wash over her. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, like it was rehearsed, their love making intense and all-consuming, nothing would match the sensation they both felt. It was everything. Joyce, looked straight into Andres's eyes and she could tell how he feels, a different type of sensation washed over her instantly, she could feel it coming, she held on to Andre so tight as she dug her fingers into his back, the pleasure she felt increased to no limit. "You're making me cum" she moaned out loudly. Andre kept thrusting consistently, to allow her reach her orgasm as he was also near climax. "Damn" groaned as as they both cummed together. And then they finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and spent, she knew that she was his, body and soul. Soon , they both slept off, while cuddling. Andres woke up to the warmth of his body which was still on fire from the moment He had, hours ago. The light

~Two Worlds~ Andrés sat on the edge of his bed, the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminating his face. The events of the day replayed in his mind like a relentless loop. The betrayal of his employees, the hijacked shipment, and the growing web of deception within his world-it all gnawed at him. But it wasn't just today's chaos that plagued him. His thoughts wandered to Emily and Gael, the two people who had shattered his trust in the past. His wife, who had shared his bed, and his best friend, who had shared his plans-both of them had betrayed him in ways that still cut deep. And then there was the Round Table. Those men who fancied themselves untouchable, manipulating the business world from the shadows. Andrés clenched his jaw. Their day of reckoning would come, but not tonight. He exhaled heavily, setting those dark thoughts aside for now. It was too much to process in one sitting. What he needed was a distraction, something to remind him that not everything in his life was fal

~Morano LaRosa~Inside a sleek, dimly lit office, the scent of expensive cigars lingered in the air. A heavy oak desk sat at the center of the room, stacks of files neatly arranged on top. The walls were lined with bookshelves, but the books were more for appearance than usage. In reality, this office belonged to a man who conducted most of his business in the shadows. Seated in a high-backed leather chair was Morano LaRosa, the CEO of LaRosa Enterprises—a name known in legal circles as a legitimate business empire, but in the underworld, it held a much darker reputation. His dark hair was slicked back, his facial expression was unreadable as he sat in a meeting with his senior staff. The door swung open without warning. A man in a black suit and dark shades stepped inside. He walked with confidence that surprised Morano. The man exuded authority and power. The room instantly fell silent. Morano barely glanced up when he barked orders. “Out. Now.” The staff members hesitate

~Checkmate~ Andrès stepped out of his car and slammed the door harder than he intended. The wind hit his face as he looked out over the estate grounds, his jaw clenched too. Gael’s face wouldn’t leave his mind. He walked briskly into the mansion, ignoring the greetings from two guards at the door and went straight to the bar. He didn’t even turn on the lights. Instead, he grabbed a bottle of scotch, uncorked it, and poured a full glass. His hands trembled slightly as he raised it to his lips. "I should have buried him," Andrès muttered to himself. "I should have made sure." He tossed the drink back in one go, then slammed the empty glass down. The images in his head were too clear—Gael laughing, relaxed, shopping like his conscience was clean. Like he hadn’t stabbed Andrès in the back. The glass flew. It shattered against the wall, and silence followed. Footsteps. "What happened in here?" Joyce appeared at the door, arms folded. "I heard the crash." Andrès didn't answer immedi

~A Happy Day For Emily~ “My order is still not here.” Emily muttered bitterly, no matter how upset she was she was too weak to argue. “ All orders are cancelled.” A calm voice replied. The hunger and the annoyance she felt were her motivation to make herself a meal. It was almost dusk and she knew Gael would be home anytime soon. She rushed back to her room, tied up her hair, wore a more comfortable clothing and came back downstairs to the Kitchen without forgetting to put her headphones on. The next couple of minutes were filled with her focused on getting the perfect meal from chopping to stirring. The air was filled with the aroma of garlic, herbs, and something faintly sweet,perhaps the tomatoes she had roasted earlier. She was still focused on her cooking when she felt a hand slipped around her waist from behind. She let out a startled gasp, nearly dropping the wooden spoon in her hand. “Gael!” she exclaimed, her voice was a mix of surprise and relief. He chuckled,