𝑂𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔...
❝Your wife is calling. I think you need to take it, or better, you ought to leave.❞ She folded her arms, a series of goosebumps simmering over her warm ivory skin the more my intimidating strides brought me closer to her.
My sapphi...
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ღ𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱𝔂𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥ღ
Who Is He? || PLAZA
I wasn't supposed to be looking out of the window, anticipating Havier's arrival, but I was.
He had texted me that he was on his way to see me. I found something particularly sweet about the fact that he was personally showing up to see me.
A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts and Callista, my receptionist, popped her head through the door.
"Illithyia, there's a special delivery for you. The box is firmly sealed," she said while walking into my office with a matte black box with a golden ribbon and my name in cursive.
"Oh? From who?" My heart raced at the thought of Scar sending me something new.
"Anonymous. A secret admirer perhaps?" Callista suggested and I shrugged, feigning oblivion as I read the tag.
5/5: Ménage à Trois Can't wait, Thyia ♡
My eyes widened at the little message, and my heart raced as I thought about how it would feel to be dominated by not only one, but two men. I'd never really had a threesome before, but I'd only seen it happen in the movies.
A part of me was excited. So fucking excited. Scar was stretching my sexual life and I liked it. It's as though he knew what I wanted and how I wanted it, not to mention the way he could easily read my thoughts and feelings.
No man had ever intrigued me like him. He seemed to be a rare species, untouchable and absolutely sophisticated in the most exquisite ways possible.
One thing about him was that he was definitely rich. Everything about him intimidated me: his confidence, the power that radiated from him and the scalding heat of his touch. I'd never experienced anything like it before.
"Right, someone is at the front desk. I'll go and check it out," Callista said before leaving, and without opening the box, I swiftly tucked it away in my drawer.
I stood straight when a knock sounded on the door, and I murmured a 'come in'. If the breath hadn't left my lungs, then it definitely had now.
The quintessential, leviathan man casually strode into my office, the measured clicks of his polished designer shoes heightening the tension in the room.
My eyes focused on the way his defined, thigh muscles contracted in his trousers with each step he took towards me, the way his stalwart, ripped abs rippled through his white shirt and how his massive biceps flexed and pulled his veins taut in his attractive arms and hands.
It didn't help that the moment his smouldering sapphire eyes introspected on me, a damp warmth immediately formed between my legs. I clenched my thighs together, feeling a slow, agonising chill roll down my spine.
