Dear Mr.CEO {COMPLETED}

love || noun || an intense feeling of deep affection. What is he doing? "Embre." I'm still pressed up against him, my breath quickening by the second. "Yes?" I ask breathlessly, he placed his hand in my hair. "Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what's professional or not?" I shake my head this must be a dream...

For His Pleasure

"How much for an hour?" He dug through his wallet, fiercely dark gaze avoiding mine like the plague. I backed away from him, panic rising, "I'm not a prostitute." "Yes, you are. Screw the hour. How much for the whole night?" -- Sofia had felt safe working as a seducer for the most powerful family of organised crime...