𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞| +18✓

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭.

"I'm... what? Say that again for me, won't you baby?" He tugged the string of my thong until it snapped. He took the flimsy material and pushed it into the back pocket of his trousers.

"Yves," I sighed when he caged me with his behemothic arm, while his prolix fingers slowly unpinned the buttons on my jeans.

"No, I don't know if I heard right. It was something along the lines of boring, do you, perhaps, want to rephrase that baby?" He gave me a thoroughly seductive look which made my wetness ooze in a matter of milliseconds.

His hand maneuvered down the curve of my waist, disappearing inside the denim material.

"I'm sorry-"

"Sorry? Why?" His long finger traced over my glazed lips as I whimpered quietly.

"For... Oh Yves." I whispered when he massaged me ferociously, the friction igniting a spark of euphoria in the depths of my womb.

"I'm boring huh, Isla? Tell me."

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𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧.
Her parents abruptly pass on, leaving her in unfathomable struggle and hardship. Worse still, her one and only best friend doesn't hesitate to dump her despite the chaos. Her life is merely hopeless, but what happens when she coincidentally gets accepted into a multi-million dollar architectural firm... as the handsome, Herculean billionaire's personal assistant?

𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧.
He has a mysterious yet warm personality. Rumoured to be a bachelor till he perishes. Nevertheless, it undoubtedly becomes increasingly impossible to resist his quintessential, sultry and hardworking assistant. It wasn't professional to mix business with pleasure, but maybe it's all worth it. To bend the rules a bit.

~Mature Content| +18