CAMILLA~•~ I led him to his room door and watched him take slow strides to his bed. I didn't look at anything else, I couldn't - not when his legs continued to shake in the way that they did.Once he had safely tucked himself in, I leaned away from his door frame and closed his door behind me. I pressed my back to the metal door coated with black paint. My heartbeat had not yet steadied and I could still feel my arms vibrate by my side. Today's episode of healing mister Holloway was the scariest I had ever encountered in all my life. Face to face with what could have turned to homicide. I wiped my sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm and headed back to the kitchen. Water, I needed water. I slipped into the kitchen, grateful for the silence of the house. I was sure Ian's brother had left already. No matter what he had done or did not do, it would be foolish to remain in the house of someone who was seconds close to pulling the trigger on you, no matter your relationship

IVAN~•~ The weekend came and left faster than I had expected, but by Monday morning, I was ready to take the world by storm. I was ready to take back that which Ian had dared to steal from me. The audacity amused me, even till now. I packed my briefcase myself and slipped my phone into my pocket. My favourite Armani three piece suit was the best clothing for this occasion. My leather Rolex on my wrist, and Tom Ford on my feet. I felt powerful in my designers, I was and forever would be powerful. I picked up my briefcase from my bed and stepped outside my room. Antonio was in front of my door with a cup of coffee in his hands. He called it the "welcome back to life" coffee. For the first time in months, I was going to be outside, making an appearance at the office. My personal assistant, O'Bryan James, squealed, and I'm not exaggerating, over the phone when I told him I would be coming to work. "Finally! Now I know I didn't lose my job!" I had heard him mutter under his breath

IVAN ~•~I sat on the rolling chair - my favorite furniture in my entire office - twirling a pen around my fingers. It gave me a pleasant wave of relief to be back here again. Now that I had so graciously put Ian in his place, I knew that I could not go MIA on the world again. I had to take up my responsibility, I had to begin to show up. I had silenced the rumours now, but it was only a matter of time until new tongues began to wag again. One after the other, the board members stepped into my office to congratulate me. In all, I leaned into my chair and said nothing, only giving them occasional smiles and nods when I needed to. It was only until Elina stepped into the glass walls of my office that I leaned out of my chair and dropped my pen on the table. I watched her stroll into my office and settle into the chair in front of me. Her brown skirt hugged the skin of her hips. For the first time in a long while, I found my eyes lingering there. "Congratulations mister Ivan. It is go

AUTHOR ~•~ The night could easily pass as the best night of her life after a long while. Ten years and two failed relationships later, Elina still found her body being drawn to Ivan. With him, she did not need to fake moans, she did not need to pretend like he hit spots he did not, she did not need to fake orgasms. Ivan claimed her body with ease. He knew what to do and with every spot, he knew what she liked and how she liked it. That night, Elina came twice. The first time was on his fingers; the index and middle finger of his right hand pumped in and out of her, stroking the delicate, wet and hungry walls of her vagina. She dug her fingers into the mattress and clutched the blue sheets beneath her lean naked body. She did not need to search for a release, it came, like a mighty wave upon her. She arched her back and released her juices all over his fingers. Elina was delighted when she saw his eyes sparkle with excitement. Perhaps, he had not been able to get over her body, jus

CAMILLA ~•~ I kid you not when I say I would have grabbed her wrists and flung her halfway across the room, not minding the fact that she was taller and from the looks of it, fairly older than I was. I personally did not understand what gave her the audacity to threaten me because of a mere man. Okay, maybe mister Ivan was not just any man, but it did not change anything. It was women like her that made me sick to my stomach and made these men think they could do whatever they wanted just because they looked like mythical Greek gods and held a quarter of the world in their bank accounts. First of all, it was very wrong of her to assume that I was in love with mister Ivan, that was nothing short of a cruel joke. Secondly, her hands were on my face! Who the hell did she think she was to touch me like that? And lastly, a threat? The only person who would regret anything would be her if she did not get her sorry sight out of my face in five…four…three…I counted the seconds in my head