After last night’s encounter with Evan Sterling, I thought to avoid him like the plague. I made a few resolutions while I struggled with insomnia. And every single one of them boils down to me running in the opposite direction whenever I see him. Except he took that choice from me. The following day after work I found the same grey sports car that he used to drive me home the previous night waiting outside as I walked out of the restaurant. I first thought perhaps he just entered the building and was wondering why he loved visiting restaurants late at night. But then I saw a uniformed chauffeur exit the car and approached me. The man was of a typical average American height, and weight with light brown eyes, clean-shaven, with hair cut low to his scalp, and I guessed he couldn’t be less than fifty years old.“Miss Roberts?” he called hesitantly with a hint of Texas drawl and sounded like he wasn't entirely certain it was me.“Yes,” I answered.“Good evening, Mr. Evan Sterling, assigne

I subtly darted my eyes about silently praying for Brian to show up and get me out of the impending public spectacle Joyce didn't seem to mind making of herself, but he was nowhere in sight. And if I thought I hated the bitch before it was even double-fold now.“Sorry, do I know you?” I said, thinking that would buy me time as I looked down my nose at her. I was at least a head taller and in heels, it was quite easy. I wondered how I looked but I hoped it was the pose of an evil, not-to-be-trifle-with villain.“What?” she said and seemed unsettled for about a second before placing her hands over her small hips, giving me a cold once over. She looked as chic as the last time I saw her. She wore a gold dress that showed off her cleavage. It’s a pity there wasn’t much going on there. ‘Maybe Evan likes flat-chested women,’ the thought filtered into my head fueling my anger further.“Is everything, okay?” the dark-haired guy she was with asked looking a bit embarrassed.“She is a waitre—”

Her voice was faint but I heard it. And with how Brian suddenly went still and looked in the direction Estera went, I knew he heard it too. The two of us exchanged a look and ran towards the exit. Pushing people out of our way. By the time we got to the main exit door, I was in the lead. I rushed down the flight of stairs with Brian on my tail.“Estera!” I called loudly and heard a muffled sound coming from the left side of the building. I ran in that direction like a crazy person. And that was when I saw them: Tyler with his pants down, struggling to subdue Estera. He had torn her clothes, leaving her undies exposed under the dull shine of the garden light. I stalked his back, pulled him back from her, and punched him repeatedly in the face. “You piece of shit! You dared to touch her!” I raved in a low enraged tone. He tried to speak but didn’t get a chance. I was merciless. I didn’t stop hitting him until my knuckle was bloodied and his face was unrecognizable.Brian rushed to Est

“I don’t want Brian, Evan. I don’t want any other man either! I didn’t go there to get hooked up I just needed a friend. You have no right to think the worst of me.”“Estera—”“Is that what you think that I want? A rich guy?” she asked and slightly drew back from me as she averted her eyes. I watched her lips tremble as if she could barely hold in her emotions.“No,” I replied, feeling like an ass.“Why did you say that to me, Evan?” she said, darting me a hurt-filled gaze.“I—”“So, you think whatever this is … this thing we have – is because of your money?” she said, and made an effort to pull completely away. I didn’t let her. I gripped her by the nape of her neck, making her gaze into my eyes.I didn’t make any attempt to mask my emotions. I wanted her to see what I was feeling in my eyes. And then I repeated firmly, “No.” “Why then did you say that to me, Evan?” She asked again with fresh tears streaming down her beautiful face.“I was out of line–-” I started to apologize“I wa

I have heard it was possible for couples to couple his way and I also knew he could get me pregnant too if he came inside me. But then I could feel him quivering from restraint, letting me know the amount of control he was exacting to be able to do that. I wanted him to go deeper and break my hymen and fuck me without holding back, knowing even though I was still technically a virgin but not entirely anymore since he was inside me. He obviously didn’t think so. But dear God it felt good and I could only imagine how glorious it would be if he went deeper. I felt the moment he was near release. And my arms tightened around his neck. He jerked in my tight embrace, and pulled out, dipping his cock in between my thighs making sure his velvety skin was stroking my clit then he made me sandwich my thighs against his cock and covered my lips with his in a fervent kiss, and then began to thrust in and out of the hole formed at the hilt of my thighs. My arousal fluid was enough that it lubricat