Jamal sat behind his office desk, spinning a black card between his fingers. The card belonged to the woman from the clothing store.Scarlet.A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he remembered the way she had looked at him while helping him pick suits a few days earlier. There had been something unusually calming about her presence, something warm and effortless that had stayed in his mind longer than he expected.He leaned back deeper into the chair, staring absentmindedly at the card again.“Maybe I should call her,” he murmured under his breath.The thought itself amused him.He'd vowed never to get attached to any woman, no matter what the situation might be, and yet here he is, contemplating whether or not to call a beautiful woman who had smiled at him for barely an hour.Life truly had a strange sense of humor.A soft knock landed against the office door.“Come in,” Jamal called absentmindedly.Evelyn stepped in holding a tablet and a stack of files against her ch

Mrs. Smith sat stiffly on one of the sofas, her fingers tightly clasped together while her eyes remained fixed on the entrance door ahead of her. Her face looked older than it had just weeks ago. Stress was so visible all around her face.Mark paced restlessly across the room while David sat slumped in a chair nearby, muttering curses beneath his breath every few seconds.Eva, however, looked the worst.She sat curled against the edge of the sofa, her eyes swollen from crying, hugging one of the throw pillows tightly against her chest as though it could somehow comfort her.“I still can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered miserably, her voice shaking. “I grew up in this house.”Nobody answered her right away; their heads were all occupied with different depressing thoughts.Eva’s eyes slowly drifted around the mansion again, and tears filled her eyes again.“I hate this,” she whispered bitterly. “I hate all of this so much.”Mark stopped pacing and slammed a frustrated hand ag

The rain had worsened by the time Jamal’s car sped through the city streets.His grip on the steering wheel tightened again as Adolphus's voice echoed in his head.Jamal exhaled deeply, jaw clenched so tightly it almost hurt. He genuinely could not understand how someone could feel so entitled to something they had done absolutely nothing to earn. The man had nearly destroyed an entire department, stolen company funds, embarrassed the Lincoln name publicly, and somehow still believed himself to be the victim.It was exhausting.Everything was exhausting.Andrew’s threats.The company pressure.The Smith family.Adolphus.The endless need to constantly stay alert.Sometimes it felt like the entire world wanted something from him all at once.By the time he pulled beneath the gleaming lights of the nightclub entrance, Jamal already knew he had no intention of returning to the mansion anytime soon.Not tonight, maybe.He needed alcohol, lots of it.Anything capable of drowning out the st

And then it happened. With his fingers, he pulled her thong slightly aside and slid his index finger through her pussy lips. The whole evening, the anticipation and the electric suspension between the two of them had both of them all riled up, Jamal was hard as rock and Scarlet was as moist as she ever could be.She opened my eyes wide, watching him touch her, playing with her. ''Oooh fuck... hmmm yeah Jamal...'' she moaned as he slid his fingers up and down her pussy lips, spreading her juices around.''Fuck you're so fucking wet Scarlett,'' he groaned into her ear, adding another finger to the teasing movements he made. Meanwhile, she felt him pushing his cock slowly through my cheeks and she knew it was only a matter of minutes before that monster would be inside of her. Then his fingers left her dripping pussy for a few seconds and she looked at how he quickly pulled her thong down her legs, exposing her to him.She stepped out of her underwear and Jamal immediately came back up,

The drive back to the Lincoln estate was far quieter than Jamal expected.Usually, whenever he left somewhere, especially after spending time around people, his mind would continue replaying conversations and events for hours afterward. Yet this time, his thoughts seemed strangely scattered, bouncing from one subject to another without settling anywhere long enough for him to properly process it.One moment he was thinking about Scarlet.The next moment he was thinking about Andrew.Then Adolphus.Then the company.Then the endless responsibilities that seemed to multiply every single day.By the time the black sedan rolled through the massive Lincoln gates, Jamal felt more mentally exhausted than he had after some of his longest workdays.For a long moment after parking, Jamal simply remained seated behind the steering wheel.The engine was off, and car was silent, yet he made no effort to leave.His hands remained resting on the wheel as he stared through the windshield."Maybe Andr