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Kayla
I slid into the Uber Jason had ordered me, holding Olivia's house warming gift in my hand. It was just a cheap lamp I got off Etsy and personally bedazzled. The ride to her newly purchased penthouse was faster than I expected. I got out of the car leaving the driver with a very generous five dollar tip. I shot my boyfriend a text: [I'm here.] He responded immediately: [Come right up!] Jason insisted on coming earlier with my car to help Olivia set up. I'm really grateful that my boyfriend and best friend get along so well. I saw Olivia's Porsche and Pink G-wagon parked out front. I really wonder why she had a house warming party for each property her father purchased for her. This was the third one this year. "Hey baby," Jason said, kissing my forehand. He stared at me for a minute, taking in the sundress that hugged my curves in all the right ways. "You look breathtaking." I couldn't help the giant smile that formed on my face. Jason and I had been dating for three years now. My parents loved him so much, but my sister, not so much. It didn't change the fact that he was a prince and always treated me right. "Where's Liv?" I finally asked when I snap out of my trance. "She's over there, greeting her guests," he placed his hand on my waist, pulling me closer. "I'll take your gift upstairs." While Jason disappeared into the crowd, I made my way to Liv. Her eyes lit up immediately they landed on me. "Kayla, darling," she held my shoulders lightly, placing air kisses on both my cheeks before pushing me to arm's length and drinking me in. "Darling, that dress," she paused, kissing her teeth. My heart almost did a summersault. She smiled, "Are you trying to get everyone's attention?" "God, Liv. You scared me." She laughed, loud, "Don't mind me darling, you look delectable." I felt a hand snake around me and I turned back to meet Jason's lips. He placed a kiss on my lips before pulling me closer to his hot body where I met his erection. A smile spread across my face. I just love how he was so attracted to me. Jason kissed me again and Olivia practically groaned. "Get a room!" she said rolling her eyes. I and Jason laughed in response. "Umm, darling, I hate to separate you two love birds, but, can I borrow Jase for a moment?" Liv pouted. "Yeah, no problem," I say, nudging Jason playfully. Olivia claps her hands together. "Perfect. Jason, I need your muscles. I have a literal crate of champagne that needs to go from the service lift to the kitchen, and these caterers are moving like snails." She turned to me, "Darling, be an angel and mind the door for a second? Just grab the gifts from people as they come in. I’ll be right back with your man." "Sure, I don't mind," I replied. I really didn't. Olivia was a good friend and was always there when I needed her. We went to the same Uni. She never really made the fact that she had more money than me a problem. Jason gave my waist one last squeeze. "Won't be long, baby." I watched them disappear into the crowd then made my way toward the entrance, putting on my best "hostess" smile. For a few minutes, it was actually kind of fun. I was handed beautifully wrapped boxes and heavy bags from boutiques I'd never heard of. The door swung open and a flash of shimmery pink caught the light. Chelsea. My sister strut in, looking like she stepped off a runway in a dress I knew she couldn't afford. Her eyes raked over me with judgment. "Kayla? Why on earth are you playing doorman?" she asked, not trying to hide her disappointment. "Where is Olivia? This is her party, isn't it?" I shifted the weight of a heavy gift bag in my arms. "She’s busy, Chelsea. I’m just helping out." Chelsea scoffed, crossing her arms. "Of course you are. Still the little goody two-shoes." I rolled my eyes at my little sister. "You know, you're actually kind of a bitch. It's just a favor for a friend." I look at her empty hands. "And where’s your gift? I thought you liked Olivia." "I didn't bring one," she says simply, checking her nails. "My presence is the gift. Besides, she has enough stuff." She glances around the foyer, her eyes narrowing. "Where’s Jason? I haven't seen his boring face yet." She really hated the guy. Chelsea was a very kind person, and she usually liked everyone. "He's upstairs," I say, a small frown tugging at my lips. I glance at my watch. "Helping Olivia with some heavy lifting. Actually... it’s true, he and Olivia have been gone for a minute now." Chelsea raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "A minute? How long have they been gone, Kayla?" "Well, champagne crates are heavy. I'm going to go find them." "Good luck with that, Kay," Chelsea calls out as she swerves past me toward the bar. I headed upstairs, checking the kitchen and the dining area, but the penthouse was massive and the music wass starting to get louder, thumping through the floorboards. As I passed a hallway leading to the terrace, a sudden draft hit me. My sundress, while "breathtaking" according to Jason, is paper-thin. The air conditioning in here was set to 'arctic,' and the evening breeze coming through the open balcony door made my skin break out in goosebumps. I rubbed my arms, feeling a sudden chill that has nothing to do with the temperature. I need my denim jacket. I left it in the backseat of my car—the one Jason drove here. I turned away from the party noise and headed toward the back exit. I just need to grab my jacket, clear my head, and then I’ll find them. I stepped out into the cool night air toward the driveway, my heart starts that slow, heavy thud again. My car is bouncing? The movement continues as I step closer. Did Jason let someone use my car for a make out session? Disgusting. I charged towards my car in full speed but stop when I'm only an inch away from the door. The voices in the car are familiar. The moans grew louder, "Oh, yes. Right there!" "Fuck Liv, you're so wet!" A masculine voice replied. Jason? My whole body grew heavy. I pulled the car door open to find Olivia in a cowgirl position bouncing on my naked boyfriend, in my car. "What in fucks name is going on here?" I ask before with shock lacing my voice.Kayla I licked off the thick bead of precum, then suddenly plunged forward, deep-throating Damien for two agonizingly perfect seconds. I felt his pulse thrumming against the back of my throat. I kept sucking him from top to bottom, over and over, my mouth working to keep his cock slick. Every few seconds, he would reach down and grip my hair, pulling my head up so we had to make eye contact. "Fuck Kayla," Damien said, grabbing me by the waist. He lifted me up, his large hands coming down against my bare ass."You're too good to me," he murmured, his voice deep and warm. I couldn't help it; a breathless, excited giggle escaped my lips. The thrill of being held so effortlessly by him was making my head spin.He flipped me over, he helped me shift, guiding my hips up into a comfortable position on my knees, my chest pressed against the pillows. Without warning, he shoved his full lenght inside me. I still wasn't used to how big he was. "FUCK! DAMIEN!" I gasped, my fingers instantly
KaylaDamien pulled me closer, his muscled arm snaking around my waist with a firm grip. The rough fabric of his unbuttoned shirt rubbed against my bare skin, sending a jolt straight to my breasts."Already perky, I see," he said, looking down at me with a smirk.A wave of embarrassment hit me, warming my cheeks. My breath hitched completely as he reached out and traced the very tip of my nipple. His finger moved in slow, teasing circles over the sensitive peak and the skin around it, over and over again."Hmm," I gasped, instantly biting down on my lower lip to stifle the moan building in my throat."Don't resist, babe," he whispered, his hot breath brushing against my skin. "You'll only hurt yourself trying to fight it."I rolled my eyes, trying to look annoyed despite the shivering heat in my belly. "Fuck you.""Yeah, I'm sure you really want to," he quipped, his smile widening.Before I could snap back, his fingers pinched my nipple. The sudden mix of sting and pleasure wrecked my
Kayla “Nothing,” he said at first, then hesitated like he was weighing something heavier than he wanted to admit. The playful expression on Damien Blackwood’s face returned, but it didn’t fully reach his eyes.“We have an event tomorrow,” he finally said.An event?My mind immediately ran in ten different directions. I barely caught myself before I spiraled.“An event?” I repeated, trying to sound calm. “What kind of event?”Honestly, after everything these past few days, all I wanted was to curl up in bed, eat ice cream straight from the tub, and disappear into a long, endless series with no responsibilities attached.“What?” Damien asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Did you just say that out loud?”I blinked. “No. Nothing.”He studied me for a moment longer before letting it go. “It’s fine,” he said gently. “It’s a gala for cancer research this Saturday. We’re expected to attend.”“Oh.” Relief softened my shoulders. “Just a formal event. That actually sounds… nice.”“It’
KaylaThe cool evening air hit my face the second I stepped outside the building, instantly easing some of the tension sitting in my chest.My phone buzzed inside my purse.For one brief second, I thought it might be Jason again.Instead, it was the help: Mrs. Blackwood, your vehicle was delivered to the estate this afternoon. The paperwork has been placed in the kitchen for you.A smile spread across my face before I could stop it.My Porsche was finally here.I quickly sent back a thank-you text, then checked the time. I still had a few minutes before my next meeting. Enough time to breathe and push thoughts of Jason and my dad completely out of my mind.By the time I returned upstairs, my focus was back where it belonged—the Julia Project.The strategy meeting with my team went surprisingly well. David Won organized the presentation materials while everyone shared fresh ideas for rebranding Julia Restaurants. Even Rachel looked genuinely impressed by the progress.“This is strong w
DamienI let out a short laugh and leaned back against the counter in the refreshment area.“You still haven’t figured it out, have you?” I said calmly. “You don’t beat me, Charles.”Charles smiled, but I caught the irritation hiding underneath it.“Maybe not today,” he replied smoothly. “But eventually? I will.”To anyone else, it probably sounded like two successful businessmen joking around. But Charles and I had been competing since college. What started as harmless rivalry had slowly turned into something sharper over the years.I pushed away from the counter. “We should get back before they think we disappeared.”“Hold on,” Charles said.Something in his tone made me pause.“There’s something I wanted to ask you.”I turned slightly. “What?”“How come I wasn’t invited to your wedding?”That caught me off guard.“My wedding?”“Yes, Damien. Your wedding.” His expression stayed casual, but his eyes stayed fixed on me. “I figured old friends at least get an invitation.”Honestly, eve
DamienI stepped away from Kayla near the executive elevators, heading toward my office. Just before the doors closed, I glanced back one last time.She stood confidently in the middle of the hallway, speaking to one of the employees with calm authority. Her fitted skirt and blazer gave her a polished, executive look, but it was more than that. It was the way she carried herself—smart, composed, impossible to ignore.People listened when Kayla spoke.And for the first time, I realized they weren’t staring at her only because she was my wife.When I entered my office, Sarah was already waiting beside my desk with a tablet in one hand and coffee in the other.“Morning, Mr. Blackwood,” she said smoothly. “Your schedule changed. The meeting with Horizon Media Group has been moved to eleven.”I frowned slightly. “It was supposed to be later this afternoon.”“Their chairman personally requested the adjustment,” she explained. “Apparently another buyer entered negotiations.”That caught my a
Kayla"Yes!" I said, shrieking and squealing like a little girl as Damien slipped this amazing ring onto my finger. It was huge and sparkled so much in the light of the hallway. He got up and hugged me, lifting me off the ground and spinning me into a circle. My head was spinning, but I kept a smi
KaylaWhen I opened my eyes, Damien wasn't on the bed. I heard some movement in the kitchen. Great. I walked into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had a severe case of bed hair. I brushed my teeth, oil pulled, used mouthwash and washed my face. When I was done, I brushed
Kayla "Leave," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I want to change.""I want to watch," he countered.I let out a short, nervous laugh, waiting for the punchline. But his face didn't move. That confident smirk stayed exactly where it was. My heart skipped a beat. "You’re not joking, are you?"
KaylaOnce we were far enough away from the mansion, the tension finally snapped. Damien suddenly grabbed me, picked me up, and spun me around. He was actually laughing."You were amazing in there!" he said, finally setting me back on my feet."You really think so?" I asked, smoothing out my dress.







