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He started kissing her vigorously ,his hands moved swiftly to her breast,he cupped the left one , nibbling it up. "......Ah Ah Ah. ! Logan _ sir ,we can't do do this "She painted between kisses as Logan invade her mouth, twirling against her tongue as he sucked them with passion . "Didn't I tell you ? ,I told you not to invade my privacy "He growled mouldy, before proceeding to defile her mouth. "Ah_ please "She screamed in agony,as he cupped his left breast, massaging it intensively,she tried to break loose from him,but angrily her pin her both palms above her head,with one of his hands and the other hand did justice to her body. The sensation increases , sending a jolt through her and she started to feel a sudden rush of warmth and stickiness easing from between her legs. His body leaned closer cornered into driving her back against the bed edge,then wedged his left legs in between her thighs ,his left leg in between her thighs. She tried to plead with him to stop bit the only sound that was heard was the sensual moans of agony, mixed with her hard breathing. He fond her breast,his fingers doing justice to her nipples. "No......Stop....I can't "But a wide garps escapes from her mouth,when his tongue roughly licked her ear lobes,he sucks her ear ear making wet sucking sounds.
CHAPTER 1
"Harper, you'll be late for work! I'm off to school" Ryan screamed, knocking on her door.
He glared at the door as if he could see her through it. He was dressed in a black-and-white uniform with a long tie around his neck. He looked flawless.
Harper yawned loudly, stretching her body. The realization hit her, and she jerked up, tossing aside the duvet.
"No! I'll be late," she muttered, rushing to the bathroom.
But she changed her mind when the cold water proved too much to endure.
"Ryan, wait! You haven't had breakfast!" Harper screamed, running outside, but he was already gone.
Now I have to skip my morning work to cook to give him in school,then I'll have to head to my afternoon duties and then I would_Ahhhh!" Harper groaned, resting her back against the wall.
She went inside to prepare breakfast, determined to make it to work.
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RIVE GAUCHE's headquarters stood majestically on the Seine's banks, its sleek facade gleaming with glass and steel. Logan Vaughn walked in, his modest style and cold aura commanding attention.
"What's my schedule today?" Logan asked his assistant, Jordan.
"Today's Monday, sir," Dan replied.
"Of course, I know that," Logan snapped. "Get to the point."
"You have five blind dates and the CEO meeting, sir. Also, an advocate with the Nermire Group's president-"
"Can you try to shorten all that,and what's with the fucking blind date"He resorted.
"Sir I didn't add it in your schedule but Madam Sharon did"He explained.
"Why did you allow it "He was furstrated but he still choose to maintain his calm .
"She said if you aren't ready to do it then I'm gonna loose my job"He explained.
"Shit _why does she toils me the ways she wish"He groaned silently.
Jordan cornered himself "She also request you visit her , today"He gluped down.
He heaved down"too many requests from a person."
Logan raised his hand, interrupting. "Cancel everything. I'll handle it myself."
He left the office, followed by Dan.
"Stop trailing me," Logan said.
"I wasn't, sir," Dan muttered, turning away.
Logan wondered if Dan was stalking him."A stalker ?"He muttered, entering his car as he started the engine,he head to a store.
Madam Sharon, renowned chairwoman of RIVE GAUCHE Group, was a leading merchant in the global real estate market, topping France's rankings. After her husband, Sir Vaughn, passed away, she took the reins. Her grandson, Logan, became the acting president despite his relatives' disapproval. As the third grandson of a prestigious family, Logan's ascent was remarkable.
Logan's mother had passed away during his college days, and his father, an asthmatic patient, had been hospitalized for most of his life. Madam Sharon, his godmother, had always favored Logan, despite his troubled past. Her influence secured his position as acting president without a vote, immediately following her husband's demise.
As Logan arrived at the store, his phone beeped, interrupting his thoughts. An unknown number flashed on the screen with a menacing message: "STEP DOWN FROM THE PRESIDENTIAL SEAT, OR RISK LOSING YOUR LIFE." Logan scoffed, dismissing it as an empty threat, though a hint of unease lingered.
Logan arrived at a store, intent on buying something for Madam Sharon. He navigated to the drinks and juice shelf, knowing she loved strawberry drinks.
As he reached for a pack, his hand knocked over an expensive glass wine bottle. It shattered on the floor.
"Shit ," Logan cursed.
"You_ did you just say shit!?"Harper, holding a mop, snapped:
Everyone turned to the commotion.
Logan gaze narrowed,as he tries to guess what's wrong with her .
"Do you know I just finished cleaning that spot ,and you've ruined it _ You just ruined my clean floor! Clean it up yourself!"
Logan smirked. "It's your job, why scream out your lungs ?"
Harper's face reddened. "You think you're above everyone else?"
"Save your voice for a banging dick dude!"
Logan's response earned him a slap across the face.
"WTF?"
To be continued.
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