Ch. 461..470
Chapter 461 Feast On Her Alex POV.
was restraining myself from engaging in explicit activities with her over the dining table.
After informing my friends that I wouldn't be joining them for the party, I enjoyed a dinner with Sarah. She had arranged a very romantic candlelight dinner for us, and I didn't regret staying with her because she looked stunning in that white tube dress. Only I knew how I
As we dined, she kept asking about my day while I gazed at her beautiful face. We had engaging conversations, and I enjoyed hearing more about her. I felt conflicted, wondering what was wrong with me.
A maid came and cleared the table.
"So do you want to have desert, baby?" I asked her.
"Yes, I love ice cream after dinner. What do you like to have as a dessert?" she innocently inquired, unaware of my preferences.
I gently held the nape of her neck and pulled her face closer, feeling her warm breath on my lips.
"No, baby, I want to have you for dessert," I whispered, releasing her nape and tugging at the corner of her dress. Without warning, I swiftly pulled it over her head. Earlier, I had discreetly signaled all the household staff to go off duty immediately, so there was no one else in the house except Sarah and me.
Sarah gasped as I unveiled her perky breasts, encased in a pink bra, right before my eyes.
Cool air from the air conditioning caressed her soft, warm skin, and my beautiful wife visibly shivered.
"Oh my God, Alex! What are you doing? We're sitting in the dining area, and anyone can come anytime," she panicked, looking around.
"No one will come, Sarah. I have instructed all the servants to go off duty and not come out of their rooms until morning," I informed her.
I lifted her up and placed her on the table. I sat between her legs, and she looked down at me with her big, innocent blue eyes. My heart was taken from the first time I looked into those beautiful eyes.
I trailed my hands up from her ankles, along her bare, soft legs toward her knees. I moved up further to her smooth thighs, and she shivered under my touch. This area was so sensitive for her. I noticed lacy pink panties covering her sweet vagina.
I rested my hand on her hip and hooked my fingers in the base of her panties, slowly pulling them down. I looked at her, and she slightly lifted her hips to help me remove her panties completely, which I then threw onto a chair.
I stood up and gently pushed her shoulder to make her lay on the table. The table had already been cleared of any utensils.
"So, baby doll, are you ready to be my dessert?" I asked her, smirking
"What... What do you mean? I didn't get it.""Oh, my innocent Sarah, I'll show you.""You will get to know very soon. But remember..." I bit my lip before continuing, "when you want me to stop, say...your safe word."Her
lips parted, and her eyes widened.
She was definitely surprised.I chuckled and answered, "Don't worry, angel. I am going to give you so much pleasure that you will be screaming my name. But I want to make sure that you can handle intense waves of pleasure You have your safe word; just
say it when you want me to stop."l hovered over her and picked up the bucket containing ice cubes. I took it in my hand and then rubbed the ice on her neck. She rolled her head back and arched forward to give me more access. I rubbed some ice on her lips and cheeks.I moved my face down to her neck, and my tongue darted out to lick the coldness off of her skin. I took a long swipe along the length of her neck, moving towards her cheeks.
I licked and sucked her wet skin. Finally, my lips landed on her wet, cold
lips. I licked her lips, tugging slightly on her bottom lip between my teeth, gently biting on it. She gasped, and I plunged my tongue into her sweet mouth. She tasted more delicious than any dessert in this world. In fact, she had become my favorite flavor. I sucked her tongue, allowing it to enter my mouth.I groaned as it roamed in every corner of my mouth, battling with my tongue for control.
I gently lifted her up, trailing my hands over her back to unclasp her bra. Sliding its straps down her shoulders, I completely removed it from her body. I pulled back to admire her round, full breasts. My mouth watered, and I was ready to indulge in my sweet dessert. I rubbed some ice on her right perky breast and took her left nipple in my mouth, gently nibbling it. She screamed my name aloud, experiencing
immense pleasure as her face reflected satisfaction. "Oh God, Alex!"
I covered my lips with her cold right breast, sucking hard on her nipple,
lightly biting it and warming it with my mouth. Rolling my tongue around it, feeling it swell up in my mouth, I continued to suck to my heart's content.
"Ah... Please, I... can't... ahh..." she moaned, her face gleaming with ecstasy.
While still holding her nipple in my mouth, I spoke, "Say your safe word, baby girl, and I will stop."
Chapter 462 Possessive Of Her Alex's POV.
She was breathing heavily, and her heart was pounding loudly, so I could feel it on my face. But she didn't say her safe words.
I lifted my head only to descend again onto her icy left breast. While my hands dug into the ice bucket to take a handful of ice, which I rubbed on her right breast. As I sucked her cold, soft bud into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, I bit it slightly to make her scream in pleasure. She was
writhing and moaning on the table, her body writhing with ecstasy. I sucked hard on it to warm the coldness of the ice and make it hard like a pebble. I
licked her whole breast, sucking and nibbling on it to leave some red marks of my love.
She became a moaning mess, screaming loudly and writhing under me.
Her fingers digging into my hair pushed my face closer to her breast when I tried to pull away.
I shifted my head to take the right cold nipple into my mouth and worshiped it with my tongue and teeth, just as I did with her left breast. I licked it with my tongue, and she shivered, breathing heavily. I sucked hard on it, and it became swollen in my mouth. Meanwhile, my hand was busy pressing the other nipple between my fingers, pinching and twisting it.
My beautiful wife gasped, breathing heavily, moaning my name with ecstasy, writhing beneath me, begging me to pleasure her more. Who was I to refuse her demand? I could pleasure her for my whole life. She always had me at her service, and this was my most favorite job.
I took an ice cube, and my hand trailed it down, caressing her flat stomach, rubbing the cold ice on it. She shivered and jerked on the table. I held her steady on the table.
"Oh my God, Alex!" She groaned in pleasure, thrashing her head back and forth. I caught a glimpse of her wet cunt.
Fuck.
She was dripping. I lifted myself and positioned myself to hover over her face, looking into her half-opened eyes.
"Tell me, my wife, who made you this wet?" I asked her, gazing at her flushed face.
"You, Alex. I am wet only for you." Her voice was only a whisper, but I managed to hear her since I was near her mouth, just an inch away from tasting her lips again. I kissed her passionately while my hand continued to caress her pussy. I made some grammar corrections in the scene you provided:
I took an ice cube and rubbed it over her smooth pussy. I watched as it throbbed wildly. I parted her folds and rubbed ice over her clit. Shit, it swelled like a bubble. She was so sexy.
"My wife, how did I get so lucky to have the sexiest woman for myself," I groaned.
Her pleasure moans became more frequent.
"Today, I am going to eat you out so deliciously that you will never forget," I whispered over her lips, my eyes fixed between her legs as more wetness flowed down. She grabbed my hand and pressed it to herself. I understood she needed release. I pressed my finger against her back hole and she moaned loudly, panicking. Her half-hooded eyes widened, showing horror.
"Don't worry, baby. When I take your back hole, I will make sure you're ready and I'll make it even more pleasurable. But not today," I said, and felt her body relax instantly.
I knew she was scared. I was going to claim her body completely as mine, but I had to wait until she became ready to voluntarily submit to me. Today, I wanted to pleasure her with my mouth and tongue.
I lowered myself in desperation and
sat back in the chair, pulling her wet
pussy closer to my mouth. I was
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ready to indulge in my favorite dessert. I took a long swipe of my tongue along her hot cunt and became lost in her taste. She tasted better than anything I have ever had in this world. I sucked her clitoris and she trembled under my tongue. I thrusted two of my thick fingers and pumped faster before adding one more finger in her tight hole. She screamed, cried, moaned with pleasure. I savored her orgasm as I sucked her. Her body trembled, and she reached a powerful climax as
waves of pleasure washed over her.
My dick throbbed painfully in my boxers, straining the zipper of my suit pants. I opened the buckle of my belt, leaving it hanging on my waist. I pulled the zipper down and tugged my pants down along with my black boxer briefs, leaving them around my knees. I stood up and lifted her legs, placing them on my shoulders. Her beautiful eyes watched me with love as I positioned my steely cock at her tight opening. I entered her abruptly and began thrusting deep and hard.
I couldn't bear to be separated from her for another second. We both moaned at the contact, as if we had found the missing piece of the puzzle. We fit together so beautifully, as if we were meant to be together, made for each other. "Oh, Alex! You are so deep in me!!!" She cried, closing her eyes tightly.
"Take me in you, baby. Take all of me." And I thrust in her tight cunt.
She gripped my shoulders. The table shook as I fucked her hard and fast without holding back.
Soon, she clenched onto my rod, tight and snug, eliciting a groan from me. My wife cried out, "I... am... coming..."
"Come, baby doll. I'm on the edge too. Come with me," I said, my thrusts growing more aggressive as the pressure on my testicles intensified. Soon, I ejaculated inside her, filling her womb with my seed. She climaxed at the same time.
I continued to move slightly,
ensuring that every last drop of my
semen was released into her. Then, I
pulled out and observed my semen
spilling out of her. It was the most erotic sight I had ever beheld. I felt
vex
as though I had claimed her completely. She was mine and mine alone. Suddenly, a possessive feeling surged within me, unlike anything I had experienced before in my entire life. She appeared dazed and in need of my care for the night.
"Come, my wife. I'll give you a shower," I said, lifting her into my arms. She was completely naked, with no one else around-just the two of us.
Chapter 463
I sat in my office, patiently awaiting Mia's arrival. I had called her here to discuss something regarding my upcoming trip, hoping to convince her to accompany me. I knew it wouldn't be easy to persuade her since she was a spirited woman with a mind of her own.
Chapter 463 Boss's Muse Logan's POV.
Nonetheless, I prepared myself to make a compelling case.
As the boss, I shouldn't have to beg her to join me on a business tour. After all, she was my secretary, and it was her duty to comply with my every order. However, Mia was more than just an employee to me. She was the woman I desired in my life, and I was willing to set aside my ego to ensure her happiness. If pleasing her required me to implore her to come along on the tour, then so be it.
Damn it, this wasn't like me-making efforts to convince someone, especially not for a woman. But Mia was different. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a knock on the door snapped me back to reality. I leaned back in my chair and composed myself. "Come in," I granted her entry.
Mia walked in, dressed in a sleek black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse. Her hair was elegantly pulled up into a ponytail, with a few loose strands delicately framing her cheeks. I couldn't help but gaze at her, and she arched an eyebrow inquisitively. "Please, have a seat," I offered, and she gracefully took the chair opposite me, resting her palms on the desk.
"You're aware that I have to travel to Chicago for a business deal," I began, adopting a casual tone. However, inwardly, I was nervous about the possibility of her rejecting my proposal. I knew I had to try again.
"Yes, I know, and I have made all the bookings. I will send you a confirmation by this evening," she replied, her smile captivating me once again. Damn, her charming smile had a way of making me lose myself. "Ummm... Mia... I want you to come with me," I said, anxiously awaiting her response.
"Me? But why?" she frowned, and her reaction didn't surprise me.
"Come with me, baby. It'll be our first outdoor date. I want to travel with you and explore the world together," I said, leaning forward on the desk.
"Do you usually travel with your secretary?" she asked, squinting her eyes suspiciously.
"Not usually. I travel with my assistant. But this time, I selfishly want you to be by my side. Believe me, I've never taken any other girls on trips before you," I confessed, baring my heart to Mia, hoping she would accept my offer. "Okay, I'll book a double room this time," she finally spoke after a long pause.
"Just book one room because I can't bear to be away from you," I said, my voice turning husky and filled with desire.
She gasped, "What are you saying? What will people think? If anyone in the office finds out about this, they'll start gossiping about us. We can't take any chances. I don't want to lose this job because of rumors." She spoke without making eye contact.
I grew annoyed. What was she so afraid of? I was the boss, and no one could spread gossip about us.
"Why are you so worried, baby? I
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own this company, and no one can gossip about me or my personal life. Why do you always care about your reputation? Don't you want to be seen with me, or do you not consider me a suitable lover?" My voice dripped with anger. I was tired of her constant reservations, not wanting anyone in the office to know about our relationship.
She furrowed her brow and challenged me, "Are you serious? I mean, are we seeing each other exclusively?"
I had to look away, unsure of how to answer.
"See, you don't have an answer. I don't want to be known as the boss' muse," she added firmly.
In frustration, I pushed my chair back and stood up. Circumnavigating the table, I positioned myself in front of her. I turned her seat to face me, placing my hand on the armrest as I leaned in closer. "What do you want, Mia?" I asked, staring deeply into her eyes.
She averted her gaze, turning her face to the side and breaking our intense stare.
"I don't want anything," she replied, her voice devoid of any discernible emotion.
"I just need this job because my dad's life is hanging by a thread," she continued, her voice weighted with sorrow, on the verge of tears.
I stood upright, having already
delved into her background and
discovering that her father was battling a terminal illness. I had reassured her countless times that no one would be able to implicate her in any wrongdoing.
"I understand and if you want to keep our... arrangement," I gestured subtly between us, "...a secret, it will remain as such."
Finally, she met my gaze. Her eyes were welling up with tears, revealing her vulnerability. The overwhelming urge to hold her in my arms and provide solace flooded my heart.
In that moment, I made a firm
decision-I would never bring harm to
this girl. "So, if you're willing to accompany me on the business tour, we can proceed with making the necessary arrangements. sought one last chance, hoping she Would agree.
"Okay, I'll make the necessary arrangements and send you the details later this evening," she said, rising from her seat in my office.
"And Mia," I called out, causing her to pause in her tracks, "don't bother packing an excessive amount of clothes for our trip. You won't be needing them for the majority of our time together."
Chapter 464 His Demand Mia's POV.
As soon as we touched down in Chicago, we made a beeline for the meeting that had been arranged by Logan's assistant. The meeting with the clients and the deal discussions took up nearly half the day. Logan had to pay a visit to the Chicago office, and it wasn't until later in the evening that we finally found ourselves free and returned to the hotel. I had made sure to book two separate rooms, determined to avoid any rumors of an affair with my billionaire boss.
From the expression on Logan's face, it was evident that he wasn't pleased with this arrangement. Nevertheless, I paid him no mind and headed to my room. Exhausted from the journey, I indulged in a hot bath, which eased the tension in my muscles. Afterward, I slipped into my clothes and stepped out. That's when the landline phone rang.
Frowning, I picked it up, wondering who would be calling me on the landline.
"Mia!" Logan's deep, husky voice resonated through the speakers, causing my heart to skip a beat. His voice was undeniably masculine, possessing a captivating depth that could easily ignite desire, even over the phone. "Come to my room," he ordered, his tone laced with authority and dominance.
With a resigned sigh, I knew I had no choice but to comply with his demand. As I approached his room, I noticed that the doors were left ajar, as if intentionally welcoming my arrival. Stepping inside, my eyes were drawn to his figure standing on the balcony, his back turned to me. I
couldn't help but take in the sight, appreciating the contours of his form in secret.
Slowly, I made my way towards him, anticipation stirring within me. When he finally turned to face me, his eyes smoldered with an unmistakable mix of lust and desire. It was clear what was about to unfold.
With a gentle touch, he cupped my face in his hand, his finger sensually tracing the curve of my lip. Each stroke sent shivers down my spine, heightening the intensity of the moment.
"I want you to move into this room," he declared, his voice filled with determination.
My mind began to protest, but before any words could escape my lips, he placed a single finger on them, effectively silencing me.
"I assure you, no one will find out," he whispered, his words lingering over my lips, leaving no room for discussion.
His tongue sensually traced the outline of my bottom lip before sucking on
it, deepening our kiss. Suddenly, he pulled away, and as I opened my eyes, I found him gazing intently at me.
"I want you to stay with me in this room for our entire stay in Chicago, and I'll ensure that you won't leave," he declared, his voice dripping with desire and need.
His eyes darkened with lust, and he seductively licked his lips. Meeting his gaze, I could see the emotions mirrored in his eyes, matching the desires raging within me.
Leaning down, Logan pressed his lips firmly against mine. He began by sucking on my lower lip, pulling it gently between his teeth before releasing it with a soft pop. He then captured my lips again, his tongue coaxing my mouth to open, seeking entry. As soon as I parted my lips, his tongue
invaded, engaging mine in a passionate battle for dominance. The taste of him was exquisite, driving me to the brink of madness. It was his ability to render me helpless with desire that made me willing to play along with his game, despite the knowledge that he was a renowned playboy and my heart could end up shattered in the process.
I was entranced by his seduction, lost in the moment. Moans escaped from my lips as our mouths intertwined. Logan effortlessly lifted me in his strong arms, never breaking our passionate kiss, and carried me into the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.
He urged me to lie down, his body hovering above mine, his eyes locking onto mine, captivating me completely. Lust burned within his gaze, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation of his touch. A mischievous smirk danced upon his lips, relishing the effect he had on me.
With a gentle tug, he pulled me
slightly upright, his fingers deftly
undoing the zipper of my gown. The
fabric glided down my shoulder, cascading down to the floor in a graceful motion. Sensing my compliance, he swiftly removed the dress entirely, leaving me exposed before him. Standing up, he shed his own clothes with lightning speed, his powerful frame now bare as he once again loomed over me.
Our lips collided once more in a passionate kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of sensual kisses and teasing nibbles He took his time, savoring each moment, exploring the delicate expanse of my skin. His warm lips found my sensitive spot, his tongue flicking and sucking, igniting a fiery desire within me. I yearned for more, my body craving his touch.
Pausing momentarily, he glanced up, meeting my gaze, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. I knew I had succumbed to his seductive prowess. With a purposeful focus, he shifted his attention to my breasts, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. My hands
found their way into his hair, tugging and massaging as waves of pleasure washed over me. He lingered, relishing in the sight of my aroused state, before bestowing the same attention upon my other breast.
As the intensity built, I surrendered to the sensations, becoming a chorus of moans and gasps. Our desires intertwined, our bodies becoming one in the throes of passion. Reluctantly, he withdrew from me, his eyes locking with mine, a mix of desire and tenderness gleaming within them.
My eyes fluttered open, filled with a primal desire that consumed me. With my mouth slightly parted, I moaned his name, my voice laced with longing. His lips began to trail a path of kisses between my breasts, gradually moving downwards until he reached my belly button, where he gently sucked.
His hands explored the moistness
between my legs, and a deep groan escaped him as he discovered my arousal. Realizing I was wet and
ready for him, he inserted net
inside me, starting with gentle
thrusts As pleasure surged through me, my moans transformed into fervent screams. He increased the pace, pumping his finger in and out of me, his groans mingling with mine as I clenched around him. The sensations overwhelmed me,
leaving me panting and pleading for release.
Without hesitation, he positioned himself at my entrance. The swollen tip of his cock, coated with precum, teasingly brushed against my core, driving me to desperation. With a sudden jerk, he thrust his cock inside me, and a simultaneous groan escaped both of us. The fit was perfect, as if we were made for each other.
He began moving, setting a rhythm that brought me immense pleasure. In no time, we became entangled in each other, exchanging the ecstasy we craved. The room echoed with moans and groans, reverberating with the intensity of our connection. The scent of our climax filled the air, encapsulating us in a world of our own making.
Chapter 465 Eating Out In The Morning Logan's POV.
I woke up and glanced at Mia, who was peacefully sleeping in my arms. It was a serene and beautiful morning, and I couldn't help but cherish the moment. Carefully, I extended my arm and picked up the landline to order breakfast. She must have been hungry after the intense activities we engaged in last night. We had kept each other awake, indulging in each other's company until exhaustion finally overtook us, and we drifted off to sleep.
As she stirred in my embrace, her blue eyes slowly fluttered open, and she gazed up at me.
"Good morning, beautiful," I greeted her, gently caressing her cheeks with the pad of my thumb.
A smile adorned her face as she replied, "Good morning." Curiosity struck her, and she inquired, "What time is it?"
"It's 8 in the morning," I answered.
"Oh God! You have an afternoon meeting. You'll be late," she panicked, attempting to rise from the bed.
"Relax, don't worry. I've already taken care of everything. They'll be coming to meet us at the hotel," I reassured her, pulling her back down onto the bed.
"Are you sure this won't cause any problems?" she asked, furrowing her brow in concern.
To silence her worries, I captured her lips in a long and passionate kiss, delving deep into the embrace. Gradually, I moved up, still lingering over her, our connection palpable.
"You talk too much, sugar," I said, locking eyes with her.
A knock on the door interrupted us, and I scowled at the thought of leaving Mia in bed. With an exasperated exhale, I rose and strode toward the door. Opening it, I found our breakfast had arrived. Motioning for the delivery person to bring it inside, I placed it near the hall. I already knew what I
wanted for breakfast. I handed him some bills as a tip and sent him on his way before locking the door.
Returning to the room, I noticed that Mia had left the bed and was now standing near the window. "Who was at the door?" she asked, curiosity in her eyes.
"Breakfast," I replied, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't contain my excitement because I was about to indulge in my favorite morning meal.
"You must be hungry, baby." I gestured for her to join me on the couch where our breakfast was laid out on the table.
"Yeah!" she exclaimed, taking a seat on the couch. I served her favorite sweet potato fritters, bacon, and eggs, placing them in front of her.
She looked at me quizzically and asked, "Where's your plate?"
I bit my lip before responding, my voice low and heavy with desire. "This morning, I crave something else."
Confusion clouded her face as she furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?" she inquired.
"I mean, you enjoy your breakfast, and..." I trailed off, grabbing her legs and gently parting them.
"I will eat you."
She gasped in astonishment at my confession.
"You can't be serious," she said, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"I'm dead serious, baby. Now, enough talking. Eat your breakfast because I'm famished and eager to devour you," I groaned, my desire evident in my voice.
I hooked my fingers into the elastic
met
of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs and tossing them somewhere in the room. Taking a piece of bacon on a fork, I gently pushed it into her mouth, knowing she needed sustenance.
My gaze fixated on her glistening pink flesh, coated with her sweet arousal. My mouth watered at the sight. Unable to resist any longer, I dove my head between her legs and began lapping up her wetness. "Oh my God! Logan... Ah..." she started moaning, overwhelmed by the pleasure. I glanced up, taking another piece of fritter and feeding it to her.
"You need to eat properly, sugar. You require energy before I fuck you again," I said, circling the tip of my finger teasingly around her entrance. She gasped, a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "Eat," I commanded, my voice laced with desire.
Her breathing became labored as I slowly inserted my finger into her, gradually increasing the intensity.
"H... how can I eat... when you're doing this?" she stuttered, her words punctuated by gasps of pleasure.
"It's simple, babe. While you feast on your meal, I'll be indulging in you," I said, smirking.
I inserted my finger fully inside her, smoothly thrusting in and out. With a spoonful of scrambled eggs in hand, I fed her once more.
"Swallow it, babe," I ordered.
She obediently swallowed the egg and gasped as I increased my pace, pumping into her tight hole rough and fast. My teeth clenched, my breathing increased. I was never so aroused in my life. Handing her a glass of juice, I commanded her to finish it.
In one swift motion, she downed the juice and let out a scream as I threw her legs over my shoulder and buried my head between her thighs, eagerly sucking on her clit, while still impaling her pussy on my finger.
"Oh God!" she cried out, unable to contain her pleasure. I intensified my finger's movements inside her, adding another one, causing her to writhe on the couch. To keep her still, I firmly held onto her hip.
She cried out loudly as she climaxed
into my mouth. Scooping her up, I carried her to the bed, gently placing her down, untied the sash of her nightgown and carefully removed it, revealing her bare body. Undressing myself, I positioned myself at her core. With desire-filled, hooded eyes, she watched me intently, Slowly, I began to thrust into her, and she moaned my name. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as I continued to drive into her.
Looking deeply into her eyes, I couldn't help but let out a groan.
"Fuck, baby. You feel amazing. Ah, I can never get enough of you."
I thrust into her tight pussy, and I sneaked my hand between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb. Soon she climaxed, clenching hard my dick and squeezing me painfully. I began thrusting hard and rough, unable to control myself. Her body was a drug and I was addicted.
I
I grunted as I reached my own intense climax, emptying all of me inside her. I slumped on her, crushing her under my large bulky body. She was panting and breathing heavily. Once we had recovered from our mind-blowing climaxes, I said, "Okay, baby girl, get up and get ready. Our clients will be here any time for a meeting."
Chapter 466 Realization Mia's POV.
In the afternoon, I retreated to my room to prepare for the impending meeting with potential clients. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss the possibility of expanding Logan's branches by establishing franchises for his new product. I took great care in dressing professionally for the occasion, opting for a black pencil skirt and a crisp white top.
As the meeting commenced, the discussion revolved around business matters, and, being the secretary, I assumed a quiet and observant role. My duties extended to ensuring that refreshments were available, so I promptly ordered food and drinks for the attendees. As the waiter brought in the beverages, I took the initiative to serve them in the appropriate glasses. However, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of being under the clients' scrutiny. Their gazes felt insidious and suggestive, making me feel both weird and awkward. Nonetheless, I maintained my composure, wearing a professional facade despite the discomfort their stares caused me.
However, I remained composed, wearing a professional facade, and continued with my duties. But then, the client addressed me directly, using an endearing term, "Hey sweetie! What's your name?" I glanced at Logan, whose eyes narrowed with disapproval at the man's choice of words.
Maintaining my poise, I replied in a calm and steady tone, "My name is Mia. I am Mr. Mancini's secretary." My response aimed at asserting my professional identity and creating a boundary.
The client, seemingly undeterred, continued with his attempts at familiarity, "Nice name, why didn't you join us for a drink?" He even gestured for me to sit beside him.
However, before I could reply, Logan swiftly intervened, turning towards me with a stern expression. His authoritative voice filled the room, "Mia, order something for yourself and take another table. This is a serious discussion, and your presence here is unnecessary. Once you've finished your meal, you can return to your room. You are off duty."
I nodded my head, trying to appear nonchalant as I kept my eyes down. Sliding into a chair at another table, I ordered some food, attempting to divert my attention away from the tense conversation happening nearby.
Logan, my boss and the leader of our mafia family, was handling some important clients, and I knew better than to interrupt or draw attention to myself.
Despite my efforts to tune them out, the clients' conversation was hard to ignore. They were discussing something inappropriate, and I couldn't help but eavesdrop inadvertently. One of the clients, with a lecherous gaze, remarked, "Mancini, your secretary is really hot. Why don't you send her to us for a night?" I felt a shiver of discomfort as his eyes seemed to linger on me.
Logan, who had been maintaining a composed demeanor until now, responded with clenched teeth, "Enough. I won't tolerate this kind of conversation about my employees. She is my staff, and in my company, every female staff member gets respect."
The other client persisted, trying to make light of the situation, "Oh, come on Logan, I know what kind of services these secretaries provide. I also have one. If you want, I can send her to you; she's damn hot. Or... maybe you want her all for yourself?"
My heart filled with disgust at their crude remarks, but Logan's response gave me some reassurance. "Nonsense. I don't encourage such activities
in my office. Keep it strictly business while dealing with me. Otherwise, I will gladly dismiss this meeting and find another company to work with," he retorted coldly, his voice carrying a threatening edge.
Undeterred, one of the men smirked and continued, "Oh, come on, Logan. This is not a big deal. You know this is normal in our business world. And even if you don't want to use them for your business, I know these kinds of ambitious girls can spread their legs for money for any man. Do you think that if you deny me, then I won't get her? No, man, I can still get her if I offer her some bills for the night."
I was jolted from my thoughts by the resounding slap of Logan's fist hitting the table. Thankfully, it was a sturdy wooden table, not one made of fragile glass. My heart raced as I watched his anger flare up.
"Stop it, Richard," Logan growled, his voice seething with intensity. "And don't you dare approach her. She's an innocent and kind girl, and above all, she's my..." He paused, his voice trailing off momentarily. "...secretary. I've got her back. So don't you even think about laying a finger on her."
Richard smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Why are you so mad? It's just business, Logan. We're not talking about the outside world here.
This is how things work in our line of work. And you're acting as if you're oblivious to it all," he taunted, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. "Come on, Logan, I know you've always enjoyed fucking those girls."
The truth hit me like a freight train,
shattering the illusions I had
foolishly built around Logan. I was a fool to believe that he genuinely cared for me. In that moment, Richard had exposed Logan's reminding me of his reputation as a notorious playboy, a man who changed companions as easily as he changed his clothes. How could I have been so blind? I had already known deep down that our time together was fleeting.
Why had I allowed myself to be happy in his presence, to believe that there was something more? It was all a facade, a means to an end. I berated myself for ever thinking that he could be mine, that he could truly care for me. The reality was painfully clear-I was nothing more than a pawn, a tool to secure my job and the money I desperately needed for
my father's medical treatment.
As the tears welled up in my eyes, my vision blurred. I wished I could slap some sense into myself for falling for his deceitful charm, for mistaking fleeting affection for something deeper and meaningful. It was a cruel lesson to learn, a reminder of the harsh reality that governed our twisted world.
"When you're in Chicago, we can arrange a new girl every night for you," Richard offered, his voice laced with a sinister charm.
I felt a surge of revulsion welling up within me, threatening to spill over. Nausea clawed its way to my throat as I fought to keep my composure. How could I be a part of this repulsive world? The thought made me feel utterly disgusted and diminished that I slept with him. Logan leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on Richard.
"Stop it, Richard," Logan snapped, his voice laced with irritation. "Are we here to discuss this nonsense? Or can we talk about some business? I'm not in the mood to waste my time discussing your bedroom life." Richard leaned back, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He knew he had crossed a line, and yet his audacity remained unyielding. Jay interjected to steer the conversation back to its intended course. "Alright, let's get back to business," Jay suggested as his voice was cool and collected. "I'll have the paperwork ready by tomorrow and send it to
you. You can review it and let me know if any changes need to be made. If not, we can proceed to sign the deal."
Logan nodded, a flicker of relief in his eyes. "Yeah, that'll be alright," he replied, his attention already shifting elsewhere.
Unable to bear the weight of the
insults and degradation any longer, I
abruptly rose from my seat, my chair scraping against the wooden floor could no longer endure the belittlement inflicted upon me these wealthy men. My self-esteem was not something to be bartered
away-it was a precious part of my being. Foolishly, I had convinced myself that Logan
loved me, but the truth was clear. He was out of my league, a man from a world I could never truly belong to. He was my affluent boss, and I had to put an end to whatever arrangement we had. Steeling myself with determination, I made my way toward the exit, the sound of their conversation fading into a dull murmur. The time for confrontation had come, and I knew I had to talk to Logan about the insidious nature of our relationship.
Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband Chapter 467 He Is Over Possessivel Sarah's POV.
I stirred in bed, slowly awakening from my slumber. I opened my eyes and let out a lazy yawn, stretching my arm above my head. Then, I felt a warm, strong hand wrapped around my waist, and it instantly brought a smile to my face. Turning my head to the left, I saw the very handsome Alex peacefully sleeping beside me, his slightly open mouth letting out soft snores that I found endearing.
Carefully, I lifted his hand from my waist and gently placed it by his side as he rolled onto his back. For a moment, I hesitated, nervously biting my bottom lip, hoping not to disturb his sleep. Alex had arrived late last night, caught up in an important deal that had occupied him for the entire week. I placed a hand on my chest, slowly releasing the breath I had been unknowingly holding for a long moment.
Sliding out of bed with grace, I tiptoed my way to the bathroom to freshen up. The sound of the running water from the shower awakened my senses, and after a refreshing bath, I emerged to find Alex waking up, his brow furrowed as he scrolled through his phone, probably catching up on things he had missed.
I shook my head, approaching him with a soft smile. "Good morning!" I spoke gently, trying not to startle him. "Good morning, baby!" Alex looked up from his phone, his face instantly lighting up with a smile upon seeing me.
"What would you like to have for breakfast?" I inquired, already thinking about preparing something delicious for us.
He pulled me towards him, making me sit on his lap with a playful smirk. "You!" he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
With a gentle push, I disentangled myself from his affectionate embrace and stood up, placing my hand on my waist as I playfully narrowed my eyes. "No, Alex, I'm very tired. Last night, you almost drained me out," I teased, trying to be lighthearted about it. Alex pouted, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his adorable act. "You better get ready, or else you'll be late too. I'm going to make breakfast," I informed him, giving him a knowing look, and then I left the room to head into the kitchen, where I began preparing our morning meal.
The kitchen filled with the aroma of freshly cooked food as I whipped up a delicious breakfast spread. I couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these, even though Alex's involvement in the mafia business could be overwhelming at times. But when we had these tranquil mornings together, it reminded me of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place - his charm, his charisma, and the way he cared for me in his own enigmatic way.
As the sizzling of the bacon filled the air, I couldn't wait to share this morning with him. Just as I finished setting the table, my phone rang,
interrupting the quiet atmosphere. I picked it up to see my friend Julia's picture flashing on the screen. With a slight hesitation, I answered the call.
"Hey, Sarah!" Julia greeted me cheerfully through the phone.
"Hey, Julia!" I greeted her in return, trying to match her enthusiasm.
"So, are you coming to the get-together? All our classmates and friends are going to be there," she asked, her voice filled with excitement. Since my marriage to Alex, I had distanced myself from my friends, consumed by Alex's busy schedule.
I sighed softly, torn between wanting
to spend time with Alex and
reconnecting with my old friends. "No, babe. Alex has been coming home late these days. He's swamped with work, and he wants me to be home when he returns," I explained, hoping she would understand.
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"Oh, come on, babe! You have all the time in the world for your husband," Julia said, her tone tinged with exasperation. "You need to make time for us too. It'll be a nice change for you. You have to come, or I'm going to kidnap you," she playfully threatened, pretending to be annoyed.
Her words made me laugh. "Okay, okay," I conceded, knowing deep down that Julia wouldn't take no for an answer. "Enough with the drama, queen. I'll come."
"Yey! We'll have so much fun, babe," Julia exclaimed happily, her excitement contagious.
Shaking my head with a smile, I realized I needed to have a conversation with Alex about this.
The aroma of the freshly prepared dinner filled the air as I meticulously plated the spaghetti. The clinking of cutlery against the plates echoed through the room, adding a touch of anticipation to the atmosphere. The clock on the wall ticked away, reminding me of Alex's impending arrival.
Finally, unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I reached for my phone and typed out a message to Alex, my fingers dancing across the screen.
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"Hey, hubby. Dinner's ready. When will you be home?" I pressed send and anxiously awaited his response.
A few moments later, my phone buzzed, and I eagerly unlocked it to read Alex's reply. "Still stuck at the office. Give me an hour, and I'll be there.
Sorry, love." I couldn't help but sigh, a mix of disappointment and understanding. It seemed like the demands of his work were never-ending.
With a heavy heart, I placed the plates of steaming spaghetti in the microwave to keep them warm. The television became my temporary distraction as I aimlessly flicked through the channels, searching for something to capture my attention. But my mind remained fixated on Alex's delayed arrival.
Exactly an hour later, the sound of the front door creaking open broke through the silence, causing me to leap to my feet. In a flurry of anticipation, I switched off the TV and hurried to the entryway, catching sight of Alex as he stepped through the doorway. His eyes sparkled with exhaustion, but his face brightened at the sight of me.
I couldn't resist the urge to wrap my arms around him, embracing him tightly. Taking his bag and jacket, I flashed a warm smile. "Hey, princess!" Alex's voice was a soft murmur as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.
"Hi! Okay. Go and freshen up soon. I am warming up dinner," I said, my voice gentle yet urging. I wanted him to relax and unwind after a long day.
"You don't have to wait for me, sweetheart," Alex spoke, his gaze locking with mine. Concern laced his words, a testament to his caring nature.
"I know, Alex, but I like to wait for you," I replied, a hint of affection in my voice. "Now go and hurry up." Playfully, I nudged him toward the bedroom, silently encouraging him to take a much-needed break.
After a short while, Alex emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a comfortable v-neck T-shirt and track pants. My eyes lingered on him appreciatively, captivated by his casual allure. A pang of hunger mixed with desire coursed through me, causing me to mentally shake myself. I had to focus on the task at hand-dinner.
I skillfully placed the plates of spaghetti on the table, their savory aroma intensifying as the steam rose into the air. Alex reached into the fridge, extracting two cold beers. With a smile, he handed one to me, the coolness of the bottle contrasting with the warmth of his touch.
As we sat down to eat, the clinking
of our forks against the plates mingled with the soft murmurs of
appreciation. Mouthfuls of the delectable pasta elicited pleasurable moans from Alex's lips. "Ummmm, it's yum. You make the best spaghetti in the whole world," he
praised, chewing slowly to savor the
flavors.
A mischievous twinkle glinted in my eyes as I raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Really? It's my mom's recipe," I confessed, delighting in his enjoyment.
Alex, still chewing, took my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on it. His eyes locked with mine, filled with adoration. "That's really delicious, Sarah. Tell your mom she's a culinary genius," he said, a warm smile gracing his face.
His affectionate gesture made me giggle, my heart swelling with affection. "I will convey your compliments," I replied, my voice filled with mirth.
"Alex, my school friends are having a get-together this weekend. Everyone from my batch is going to the party, and Dreally want to go and meet them," I started.
Alex shifted his full attention from his food to me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. "No," he refused sternly, and I was shocked to hear him say that. "Why?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. I hadn't expected such a curt response from him.
"No, Sarah. I know what happens at those get-togethers, and I won't allow you to go," Alex said with authority.
"What... What do you mean?" My temper started to rise. I didn't appreciate anyone trying to control my life.
"I mean, I don't want you to get drunk when I'm not around," Alex said, his expression turning cold. He was being over-possessive, and it bothered me.
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"What do you mean by 'I can't drink with my friends' and..." She paused, her voice dripping with defiance, "...and how can you control my life." Her fiery eyes pierced through me as she waved her two fingers, clearly agitated by my words. Her body tensed, ready for a fight. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the situation press against my temples. Rubbing my forehead, I struggled to find the right words.
"I want you to stay away from those perverted guys who seek a chance to get into every girl's panties." My plate lay forgotten as I stood up, crossing my arms firmly across my chest, a gesture of authority.
Sarah scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Really, and you know this very well? Hmmm? Every man wants only this," she mimicked my stance, crossing her hands over her chest.
Frustration seeped into my voice as I replied, "It's not about blaming each other. I know how far a drunk guy can go. So I am just worried about you." The thought of another man's hands on my wife ignited a fire within me, causing my teeth to clench.
My determination hardened as I made my decision known. "I have decided you won't go to any of those stupid parties." The words hung heavily in the air, and Sarah's face flushed with anger.
"I can't believe, Alex, you don't trust me!" Sarah's voice rang out, filled with fury. Her eyes turned red, the intensity of her emotions blazing.
The room grew quieter as the weight of her accusation settled between us. My eyes darkened, betraying the storm brewing inside me. My nostrils flared with each aggravated breath, my anger escalating. Sarah's disobedience fueled the fire within, intensifying my rage.
"I don't have rights to you, huh? Okay. Fine. Do whatever you want. Damn it! Don't come to me when someone takes advantage of you," I yelled at her, frustration boiling over as I slammed my hand on the table, making the plates rattle.
Sarah flinched visibly, her expression filled with fear. This was the first time she had seen me so angry. Did she think I would hit her? She instinctively took a step back, and my heart sank at the realization of how my anger affected her. With my dark eyes fixed on her, I knew I had to step away before things escalated further. I stormed off, heading straight to the balcony to cool down, seeking the solace of fresh, cold air.
As I took deep breaths, I tried to regain control of my emotions. I didn't want to scare her, but she needed to understand why I didn't want her to
attend that stupid party. Inhaling and exhaling loudly, I ran a hand over my face, hoping to find a way to make her comprehend my concerns.
Eventually, I re-entered the bedroom, only to find Sarah gone. She had retreated to the guest room, still furious at me. I stood at the doorway, my eyes fixed on her sleeping form for a few moments, contemplating whether I should wake her up and apologize for my outburst. However, I decided against it, knowing that she needed space to cool off as well.
Lying beside her on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a mix of regret and worry. I wished I had handled the situation better. My mind churned with thoughts about how to make her understand my perspective without
resorting to anger. Tired from the emotional turmoil, I closed my eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Sarah's POV.
In the morning, the sun slowly
filtered through the curtains, gently waking me from my slumber. As I stirred, my eyes landed on Alex, still peacefully asleep beside me. The weight of last night's argument settled heavily on my chest, and my heart felt gloomy as the memories flooded back. I hated thatwe fought, and it pained me to think about the harsh words we exchanged.
Annoyance mixed with sadness as I recalled how he had raised his voice, refusing to listen to my perspective. I clenched my fists, replaying the scene in my mind. He couldn't control every aspect of my life; he was my husband, not my owner.
With a deep breath, I decided to get up and face the day. I walked to the bathroom, the cold tiles chilling my feet, and splashed water on my face, trying to wash away the lingering frustration. After getting ready, I made my way to the kitchen, a sense of determination settling in.
I knew I needed to make amends, at least for my part in the argument. So, I started preparing breakfast for both of us. The aroma of coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of freshly toasted bread. I arranged the plates with care, setting his breakfast aside while I quietly ate mine.
The silence in the room felt heavy, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt. But I knew I had to give Alex some space, and perhaps some time to cool off before we could talk things through.
After breakfast, I gathered my belongings and slung my bag over my shoulder. Taking one last glance at the quiet apartment, I left for my parents' house.
In the evening, I found myself seated
on a weathered chair, the setting
sun casting a warm glow on the tranquil countryside. A bottle of beer was clutched in my hand as I took swig, trying to relax my nerves. Anger still simmered within me from the recent call I'd ignored from Alex. His constant attempts at communication only fueled my resentment. I didn't want to talk to him; not right now. So, without hesitation, I decided to skip the drama and headed straight to a party at a farmhouse, eager to reconnect with my old batchmates and have some fun with my friends.
In an attempt to look my best, I had donned a pair of tight white jeans that accentuated my figure and paired them with an off-shoulder black top revealing a hint of skin. My hair was styled in a high ponytail, leaving my beautiful neck exposed, and I had applied light makeup to enhance my features. Completing the look, I wore three-inch black heels that added a touch of sophistication to my outfit.
Knowing Alex's possessive nature, I was certain he would disapprove of my appearance tonight. But at the moment, alcohol coursed through my veins, and I cared little for his opinions. As the music pumped through the speakers, I danced and drank, embracing the carefree spirit that took over me. Amongst the crowd, an old friend named Ronny spotted me and approached, shouting above the thumping music, "Sarah, it's so good to see you after so long!"
I giggled, feeling the effects of the alcohol, and replied, "Hey, you too." Ronny smirked and asked, "So, would you mind dancing?"
"Of course not," I slurred, swaying slightly on my feet.
Ronny pulled me closer, his hands resting firmly on my hips as he began to dance with me. He positioned me so that my back was against him, and we moved in rhythm to the music, his body grinding against mine.
I started feeling uncomfortable, so I gently pulled away from the guy's touch and excused myself, making my way back to the bar. My mood turned sour; I didn't appreciate being touched by anyone other than Alex.
Grimacing at the thought, I waved my hand in front of my eyes to clear the thick air of stress that clouded my mind. I motioned to the bartender, silently asking for a shot of tequila to calm my nerves.
"That drink is on me," a voice said from beside me. I turned to see the most beautiful crystal-clear blue eyes. It was Alex!
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"What are you doing here? And by the way, I can pay for my drink," I said, trying to avoid looking directly at him.
"I know, but this one's on me," Alex insisted with a smile. The bartender served my shots, and I downed one in one go.
"Woah! Easy there, baby girl," Alex chuckled at my lack of experience with strong liquor.
"As if you care," I retorted sarcastically.
"I do. Otherwise, I shouldn't be here," he replied with a serious tone, making me pause for a moment.
"Sarah, let's da-" Julia started to say as she tugged at my hand but stopped in the middle of her sentence when she saw Alex.
"Hi!" Julia exclaimed with a fan-girl smile, clearly excited to see him.
Alex was polite enough to acknowledge her. "Hey! You must be Julia," he said, flashing his million-dollar smile.
Julia started jumping up and down with excitement. "Oh my God! Oh my God! He knows my name," she said, shaking her hand in the air. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her reaction.
It was strange seeing Alex here. As far as I knew, he had nothing to do with this side of the city, but then again, Alex had always been good at hiding things. Still, there was something comforting about his presence amidst this tense atmosphere.
I took another shot of tequila, feeling the liquid burn its way down my throat. Maybe I needed the courage to confront Alex about why he was here. But before I could say anything else, the club's lights flickered, and the music abruptly stopped.
A hush fell over the room as the door swung open, and a figure emerged from the darkness. The atmosphere instantly changed, and everyone seemed to tense up. I knew who it was even before he stepped into the
light.
Salvatore "The Shadow" Moretti, the boss of this city's most powerful mafia family. His reputation preceded him, and his presence commanded respect, fear, and even admiration from those involved in the underworld. I regretted coming to this place far away from our city.
I glanced at Alex, whose expression remained neutral, but I could sense a subtle shift in his demeanor. Even he couldn't ignore the weight of
Salvatore's presence.
Salvatore slowly scanned the room with his piercing eyes before locking them on me. My heart skipped a beat; I had never been this close to someone as dangerous as him. But instead of feeling fear, an unexpected sense of curiosity washed over me.
Salvatore began to walk towards our
group, and with each step, the
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tension in the air seemed to escalate. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him; his aura was
magnetic, drawing me in like a moth
to a flame.
As he approached, Julia tried to say something, but her words caught in her throat. Even she seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. It
was as if time had frozen, and all that existed in that moment was Salvatore and the darkness that followed him.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and commanding, "Alex, it's been a while." Alex nodded respectfully, "Indeed, it has, Salvatore."
My mind was racing with questions, wondering about their history, and why Alex seemed so calm in the presence of such a dangerous man. But I knew better than to ask anything at that moment.
Salvatore's attention shifted from Alex to me, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "And who might this beautiful young lady be?"
Before I could reply, Alex spoke up, "She's with me, Salvatore."
The boss raised an eyebrow, his curiosity evident. "Interesting. Well, enjoy your evening," he said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he turned and disappeared into the darkness.
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The music started playing again, and
the tension in the room slowly
eased. I took a deep breath, trying to
steady myself after the encounter.
There was something about
Salvatore that both terrified and
intrigued me.
"Are you alright?" Alex asked, his concern genuine.
"I think so," I replied, though I wasn't entirely sure.
Julia was still in shock, and I couldn't blame her. Seeing Salvatore Moretti up close was an experience that would stay with anyone forever.
As the night went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just happened. Alex looked at me with an amused look on his face. "You're safe with me, my wife," he declared.