Elizabeth walks out of the room, closing the door behind her, and takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. As she continues her walk, passing by the door, she suddenly feels a strong arm pulling her back. Startled, she turns around and finds herself looking into Tristan's beautiful brown eyes. She realizes that it is Tristan who has pulled her into his arms."Shocked, are we?" Tristan's seductive voice reaches her ears, and Elizabeth feels a surge of annoyance. In a burst of anger, she pushes him away, exclaiming, "What is wrong with you? Can you just leave me alone?" She stands there, her expression filled with utmost anger and frustration.Tristan, standing before her with an expressionless face, narrows his eyebrows and questions, "Do you want me to be gentle, mama?" Elizabeth's annoyed expression softens for a moment, and she finds herself unable to say anything in response. However, she quickly turns to walk away from him, determined to put some distance between t
Dominic's gaze lingers on Elizabeth's small figure as he instructs her to place the tray on the bedside table. “Keep it there -” She nods in acknowledgement and walks towards the door, intending to leave the room. However, after taking only a few steps, she feels a sudden resistance as the fabric of her skirt gets caught on Dominic's expensive watch.Elizabeth's breath catches in her throat, and she quickly turns around to assess the situation. A wave of relief washes over her as she realises her initial assumption was incorrect – it's not Dominic pulling her back, but rather the thread of her skirt entangled with his watch. Politely, she informs him, "It's stuck," and takes a step back, moving closer to him.With caution, Elizabeth reaches out and touches the watch, delicately attempting to free the thread of her skirt from its clasp. She handles the situation with utmost care, fully aware of the value of his watch and the financial burden she would face if any damage were to occu
Elizabeth's concern for Dominic grows as she notices his weary state. Her voice carries a gentle tone as she asks, "Mr. Bradford, you don't seem so good. Are you feeling alright?" He offers a slight nod in response, acknowledging her observation.Aware that Dominic had risked himself by jumping into the pool to save her, Elizabeth feels a tinge of embarrassment. Wanting to shift the focus away from the intensity of the moment, she suggests, "Let me make a nourishing soup for you. It might help you feel better." Dominic doesn't utter a word but simply nods, accepting her offer.With a sense of purpose, Elizabeth swiftly makes her way to the kitchen, gathering the ingredients necessary to prepare a comforting and rejuvenating soup. As she focuses on the task at hand, her mind wanders briefly to the events of the previous night with Tristan, but she pushes those thoughts aside, determined to be present for Dominic in his time of need.After some time, she carefully carries a steaming b
Dominic Bradford, weakened by his fever, finds himself in his room, seeking rest. Throughout the night, Elizabeth diligently checks on him, ensuring his well-being. As morning arrives, Dominic's fever has subsided, and he awakens feeling refreshed.Making his way downstairs, Dominic enters the kitchen, where he discovers Elizabeth already preparing his breakfast. Her presence surprises him, and he can't help but appreciate her attentive nature. With a gentle smile, she greets him, her voice soft and warm."Ah, good morning, Mr. Bradford," Elizabeth says. "Your breakfast is just ready."Pausing for a moment, she continues, "Do you want me to serve you here or in your room?"Dominic considers her offer, appreciating the convenience of having his meal in the kitchen. He requests for her to serve him right there. Pulling out a chair linked to the kitchen counter, he settles himself and patiently awaits his meal.Elizabeth moves gracefully, bringing over a cup of black coffee and a plate
“It's not just about the smudges, Elizabeth. It's about the constant lack of attention to detail. It's becoming tiresome that you avoid me.” Tristan Winters is slightly annoyed when he speaks to the maid. Elizabeth's heart sinks as Tristan continues his tirade, his anger evident in every word he speaks. His attempt to justify his behavior only adds fuel to the fire, intensifying the fear and helplessness she experiences.Unable to muster the strength to confront him or defend herself, tears well up in the corners of Elizabeth's eyes. The emotional turmoil becomes too overwhelming to contain, and her trembling body betrays her inner turmoil. She shivers, both from the fear that courses through her and the emotional strain of the situation.Elizabeth, with tears streaming down her face, stands against the wall as Tristan, her boss, approaches her. He notices her tears and reaches out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze.He softly utters, “Wait, did I make you cry?” Unable to sp
The doorbell's unexpected ring startles Elizabeth, causing her to sit up abruptly and instinctively cover her chest with the duvet. She turns her gaze to Tristan, who remains calm and collected as he reassures her, "Relax."Her heart pounding, Elizabeth hastily climbs out of bed, her mind racing with worries. "Who is it?" she asks anxiously, her voice filled with apprehension. "Is it Mr. Bradford?"In her panicked state, Elizabeth's feet betray her, causing her to trip and fall to the floor. Before she can fully comprehend what has happened, Tristan is ready to reach out to help her up. However, in a moment of determination, she quickly regains her footing, brushing off his assistance."What if Mr. Bradford is back and he sees us together like this?" Elizabeth's face is etched with terror as she scans the room, searching for her scattered clothes. Her priority is to maintain the appearance of normalcy, to avoid any potential complications that their secret encounter may bring.As s
Fun. Pleasures. Forbidden Desires. As much as these words comes out to known adverse but the more sensual gratification and enjoyment does that feel to be. The texture of two bodies intertwining, the breaths high and the sweat building up on the foreheads.The amount of pleasure that a person give or take is nothing compared to anything else in the world. Two people embodied with lust, seduction and lost in feelings of pleasure. Elizabeth stands before Tristan, her eyes fixed upon him with a mix of admiration and desire. There is an undeniable allure to his dominant presence, a magnetic quality that draws her in. She finds herself captivated by the way he carries himself, exuding confidence and control.As Tristan takes command of the room, Elizabeth's heart races in anticipation of what is to come. She watches his every move, entranced by the way he effortlessly commands attention and respect. His dominant side is a source of fascination and intrigue, and she can't help but admir
“Yes sir,” Elizabeth's heart aches as she complies with Tristan's request, addressing him with the submissive honorific he has demanded. She walks to the kitchen, her steps heavy with a mixture of resignation and inner turmoil.As she arranges the glasses, her mind remains clouded with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The struggle to open the wine bottle becomes a metaphor for her own struggle within the tangled web of her desires and the dynamics of her relationship with Tristan.Her gaze involuntarily drifts towards Tristan, observing him as he sits closely with the other girls. The sight further intensifies her feelings of confusion and hurt. It's a painful reminder of the divide between them, the stark contrast between the private moments they shared and the public display of his attention toward others.A wave of vulnerability washes over Elizabeth as she stands there, silently witnessing the scene unfolding before her. It's as if her presence has been reduced to that of a