LOGINTeyara Moon
The irony of my current situation was staggering. For starters, I had spent hours transforming myself into a masterpiece for a man who didn't even possess the decency to recall my face. To make matters worse, he was actually trying to recruit me as a professional companion after everything he had pulled in college. I kept a mask of mild confusion fixed on my face while he smirked at me. Honestly, he had to be an absolute lunatic if he believed for a single second that I would willingly pretend to be his girlfriend. Chloe cleared her throat loudly, obviously sensing the thick wall of tension radiating between us. Calling it tension was an understatement. She was completely oblivious to the real dynamic at play, under the impression that she was doing me a massive professional favor when, in reality, she had just walked me straight into an emotional landmine. “Could I borrow you for a quick second?” I asked, forcing my jaw to relax so I wouldn't grind my teeth in sheer fury. Chloe nodded, and we quickly navigated away from Jax, moving into a more secluded corridor of the venue. “What is going on with you?” she hissed the moment we were out of earshot. “First, you refuse to let me help you out financially. Now, I hand you a client who is willing to pay an astronomical fee—without you ever having to cross any physical lines—and you're freezing up!” I swallowed hard, the sheer magnitude of the offer tempting me despite my rage. But the thought of intentionally placing myself back into Jax's orbit was a terrifying gamble. “I just have a terrible feeling about him,” I deflected, shrugging my shoulders. Chloe glared at me, completely unimpressed. “Teyara, that man back there is prepared to wire you a hundred thousand dollars every single week for as long as the arrangement benefits him. All you have to do is play a part. And why on earth did you give him a fake name?” Her lips twitched as she tried to piece the puzzle together. “Like I said, I don't trust the guy. I don't want someone like that having access to my real identity,” I replied smoothly. She looked entirely skeptical. “Teyara, we’ve known each other for a while now. First, you act completely bizarre the moment I mention his name, then you introduce yourself with an alias, and now you're pushing away a flawless contract.” She threw her hands up, her voice rising with dramatic emphasis. “Maybe that's the problem—no arrangement is ever that flawless. Who’s to say he won't expect something more behind closed doors?” The counter-argument successfully derailed her train of thought. Her expression softened, and she reached out to grasp my forearm gently. “You know I would never put you in a position that threatened your safety. It’s either you accept this contract, or you finally let me write you a check.” It was a direct ultimatum, and I let out a soft scoff as my mind raced through the options. A dangerous realization began to take shape. If I accepted this assignment, I would be granted direct access into his life—a perfect vantage point to systematically dismantle him for what he did to me. I would be orchestrating my vengeance while simultaneously taking his money. The risks were high, but if I managed the deception flawlessly, I could pull it off. I just had to be incredibly calculating. “Fine,” I capitulated. Chloe’s face instantly lit up. We marched back out to the main floor, finding Jax standing exactly where we had left him, looking entirely composed. “So, what's the verdict?” he asked, his tone crisp and strictly professional. “When do my duties officially begin?” I countered, keeping my voice clipped and cool. “Drop by my corporate headquarters tomorrow afternoon so my legal team can finalize the paperwork,” he said, sliding a sleek business card from his jacket pocket. As I took it, my breath hitched slightly. The corporate address was located on the exact high-end commercial block where the property I wanted to purchase for my fashion line stood. “I’ll be there,” I stated. Jax extended his hand, and I took it, delivering a firm, unyielding grip. I tried to pull away immediately, but his fingers lingered around mine for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before he finally released his hold. “Well, ladies, enjoy the rest of the gala.” He flashed a dazzling, practiced smile before turning to blend back into the elite crowd. “He is absolutely breathtaking…” Chloe murmured dreamily, staring after him. I practically had to fight down a wave of physical nausea. “Oh, absolutely. Quite the catch,” I agreed, my voice dripping with heavy, undetected sarcasm. “Come on, let's dance!” she giggled, pulling me toward the music. While she was riding a wave of pure excitement, my thoughts were entirely consumed by the war I had just declared. The Following Day After a long, scalping shower, I secured a plush towel around my chest and stood before my closet to select my armor for the day. I opted for an elegant, tailored black pencil skirt paired with a crisp white blouse, finishing the look with structured black heels. Once fully styled, I glanced at the clock on my vanity. It was precisely two o'clock in the afternoon, and I decided it was time to confront the devil in his domain and get the paperwork over with. I hailed a taxi, keeping my handbag tucked tightly under my arm as we navigated through the heavy Los Angeles traffic toward his corporate empire. Upon arrival, the security desk routed me directly to the executive suite, where his private assistant greeted me. “I have an appointment with Jax Mitchell. He's expecting me,” I announced. She offered a polite, standard corporate smile before tapping a few keys on her monitor. “And your name is…?” “Sandra Moon,” I supplied, swallowing down a brief surge of adrenaline as she verified the schedule. “Ah, yes. Mr. Mitchell was actually expecting you earlier in the day,” the assistant noted, looking up from her screen. “Since you hadn't arrived, he departed for his private penthouse suite to attend to some matters. However, he left instructions for a company driver to escort you directly to his residence.” She gestured toward a middle-aged gentleman waiting near the glass doors. I offered a strained, polite chuckle as the driver stepped forward to lead the way. A sudden knot of apprehension tightened in my chest at the prospect of meeting him at his home rather than a boardroom, but I had already set this machine in motion. There was no backing out now. I slipped into the rear of the luxury vehicle, and the driver took his position behind the wheel, firing up the engine before pulling into the street. Roughly thirty minutes later, the car glided to a halt in front of a towering, ultra-modern luxury high-rise. “We have arrived, ma'am,” the driver announced, cutting the ignition. I stepped out onto the pavement, expecting him to escort me inside. “Take the private elevator straight up. It’s the first double doors on your left,” he instructed, his tone entirely clinical. I let out a quiet sigh when I realized I would be facing this entry alone. Steeling my nerves, I took a deep breath, walked into the lobby, and followed his directions explicitly. Reaching the designated entrance on the penthouse floor, I reached out and turned the sleek handle, finding the heavy door unlocked. My eyes widened in sheer shock as the door swung open. Jax was right there, his cock completely inside a stunning brunette on the expansive living room sofa. The scene looked like a sequence pulled straight from a high-end p**n film. The woman let out a loud, breathless moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she begged him not to slow down. A few moments later, the frantic movement stopped, and the two of them collapsed back against the cushions, panting heavily side by side. The woman was the first to look up and register my intrusion. I froze, a lump forming in my throat as she let out a piercing shriek of surprise. The sudden noise caused Jax to snap his head in my direction, his gaze locking onto where I stood framed in the doorway. I was entirely immobilized, my mind reeling in absolute horror. What on earth had I just walked into?TEYARA'S POV My morning alarm emitted a slow, rhythmic beep. I forced my heavy eyelids open, greeted immediately by the sound of a relentless rain still pouring against the glass panels. A subtle, lingering chill clung to the air. I attempted to shift my weight across the mattress, but a heavy restriction anchored me down. A physical presence.I pressed my fingertips firmly against my temples as the memories of yesterday materialized with alarming clarity—my parents' devastating rejection, the numbness that followed, blaming Jax for the entire trajectory, and finally, fucking him. With a surge of sudden adrenaline, I forcibly shoved his heavy frame away from me.Jax didn't even stir. I scrambled out of the bed, hurriedly gathering my discarded garments and pulling them over my frame. Raking my fingers frantically through my tangled hair, I stared down at his semi-naked silhouette, partially shielded by the duvet. A profound sense of bewilderment was the solitary emotion consuming
TEYARA'S POV The air in the foyer grew thick.Heavy.Suffocating.The only sound left in the universe was the jagged rhythm of our breathing. If a single pin slipped from my fingers onto the hardwood right now, the impact would echo as loudly as a talking drum.His raw, fractured question froze the hands of time solid.Forced me into an abrupt, agonizing re-evaluation.Did I truly regret falling in love with him?My brain scrambled wildly, hunting for a cutting comeback. A weaponized answer to hurl at him. But to deliver a definitive response, I would first have to face the truth myself.And in this exact microsecond, I genuinely had no earthly idea where my boundaries lay.No matter how agonizingly difficult it was to admit, Jax had gifted me some of the happiest memories of my life. He had broken me into absolute, microscopic pieces, yes. But he had also once made me feel exceptionally, beautifully alive.So did I genuinely regret ever falling for him?The internal answer was a res
TEYARA'S POV The pure, fucking resentment burning on my mother’s face prevailed even in the dim lighting of the office. My father’s expression mirrored the exact same hatred; they both stared at me as if I were some profound, tragic disappointment.The words died completely in my throat, and I fought with every ounce of my remaining strength to keep the burning tears behind my eyelashes at bay.“Let me guess,” my mother began, her voice dripping with an absolute, sickening distaste that cut straight to my bones.She let out a harsh, mocking scoff.“You’ve been willingly fucking this monster's filthy dick just to covertly send money to us, haven't you?”“No, Mom, please listen to me I'm not fucking anyone for money,” I choked out, reaching forward in a desperate bid to touch her sleeve.She violently slapped my hands away, snapping to her feet with an icy posture.“You have insulted and degraded our family name beyond repair, Teyara. From this exact microsecond forward, you no longer
Teyara MoonWe found ourselves locked in a prolonged exchange of unwavering stares following my abbreviated confession.“How?” he finally ventured. I responded with a dismissive shrug, affecting an air of indifference. Truthfully, I harbored little concern regarding his desire for elaboration; that particular fragment of my history remained sealed, and I possessed no inclination to unseal it—least of all in his presence.“Teyara, I beseech you, speak with me…” He implored. I answered with a scornful scoff.“You shall wait until your allotted turn. The privilege is presently mine.” My grin sought to convey that his words had left me unscathed, yet I confess they stung—if only marginally. I had presumed such wounds would have healed after so many years, but they had not.“Why can you and Brielle not proceed to matrimony without further delay?” The question had been gnawing persistently at the recesses of my consciousness, so I reasoned I might as well pose it now that the opportunity pr
Teyara MoonI fixed my gaze upon the window beyond the glass, my palms resting upon the upholstery of the passenger seat, and I steadfastly refused to direct even a single glance in his direction as he piloted the vehicle toward my house.“The silent treatment, truly, Teyara?” I let out a derisive scoff, continuing to disregard him.“It is elementary arithmetic. What if some passerby had seen you while you were fucking him, and thereby compromised our entire deception?” I raised my middle finger at him once more. We both recognized those words for the hollow nonsense they were.“We were sequestered inside a bloody house, rest assured, no soul witnessed him pounding the life out of me,” I retorted, earning a guttural grunt followed by a sharp inhalation of breath.“You let him fuck you Teyara?” he asked, as though the realization had only just dawned upon him.“Indeed I did, Captain Obvious.” I rolled my eyes, fumbling for my telephone to occupy myself.Suddenly, my attention was seize
Teyara I found myself gnawing upon my fingernails, deliberating whether to extend my acceptance toward the employment opportunity before me. There could be no dispute that an augmentation of my finances would never prove detrimental. Having anchored that notion, I composed a reply signaling my agreement to his proposition. Almost instantaneously, he dispatched the particulars of his current whereabouts. I emitted a soft groan, removed my wig, refreshed the application of my cosmetics, and thereafter departed from my residence.Following the prescribed directions, I arrived at a modest bungalow. I rubbed my dampened palms together, then depressed the button of the doorbell.Mere seconds elapsed before he emerged from within.“Your dwelling?” I inquired, as a smile unfurled across his countenance.“Not precisely.” He drew me inward. Without uttering another syllable, he sealed the door behind me, pressing his erect member—straining fiercely against his trousers—directly against my ent







