All Chapters of TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

DAMIENMarcus Reid sits across from me in the empty building, looking like a man who's just been handed a life preserver."Elena's calling me." He holds up his phone, showing the three missed calls. "She never calls three times in a row. She's freaking out.""Because she knows you've been compromised." I lean back against a concrete pillar. "The question is, what are you going to tell her when you call back?""What do you want me to tell her?""The truth. That you're scared. That the SEC is closing in and that you want out." I meet his eyes. "But not that you've met with me or that you're cooperating. You play it straight, like a nervous partner who's getting cold feet.""She'll know something's wrong.""Let her. Paranoid Elena makes mistakes. Comfortable Elena is dangerous." I check my watch. "Call her back. Put it on speaker. Let's hear what she says."Marcus dials with shaking hands. Elena answers on the first ring."Where the fuck have you been?" She didn't bother with greeting. T

DAMIENI'm in the car with Hayes, Marcus Reid secured in the back seat, when Elara's text comes through."Elena's missing," I tell Hayes. "Change of plans. We need to find her before she gets too far.""Or before she does something desperate," Hayes adds grimly. "Cornered narcissists are dangerous."Marcus speaks up from the back seat. "She has a backup plan. She always does."I turn to look at him. "Explain.""When we first started working together, Elena told me she had contingencies for every scenario. If things went south, she had places to go, identities to use, with money stashed away." Marcus looks at us nervously. "She said she'd been planning her escape route since high school. Just in case.""Since high school?" That's fifteen years of preparation. "Where would she go?""I don't know the specifics. She kept that information compartmentalized, she said if I didn't know, I couldn't tell anyone even if I wanted to." Marcus shifts uncomfortably. "But she mentioned Canada once. S

ELARAMorrison's team moves on towards the house at 7:43 PM.It's quiet and coordinated and fast. Two officers to the back, two to the side, Morrison herself at the front door with her badge already out.She knocks."Elena Blake. This is Detective Sarah Morrison, NYPD. I have a warrant for your arrest. Please open the door."Silence.Then, from inside, I hear a laughter a sound I recognize even from twenty feet away.The door opens.Elena stands in the doorway looking like she's been expecting company for dinner. She's wearing jeans and a cream-colored sweater, her dark hair is loose around her shoulders, and she looks so much like me that the officers nearest to her visibly startle.She looks at Morrison. Then past her, scanning until she finds me in the shadows at the edge of the drive.And she smiles."You actually came," she says, and her voice carries perfectly in the quiet evening air. She sounds almost delighted. "I wasn't sure you would.""Elena Blake," Morrison begins, "you a

ELARAI recieved my mother's calls on Thursday evening, two hours after their therapy appointment.I'm at my desk working on the foundation proposal when the phone rings and I look at her name on the screen and let it ring twice before I answer. Not out of cruelty, just because I need the two seconds to decide who I'm going to be in this conversation."Mom.""Hi, sweetheart." Her voice is different. "We went to the therapist today.""How was it?"She pause. "Hard. It was hard." She exhales slowly. "She asked us to talk about patterns. In our family. How we responded to conflict, who we protected and who we expected to manage." There is another pause, longer. "Your name came up a great deal."I don't say anything."I want to see you," Mom says. "In person. Your father too. We're not asking for anything ...we're not asking you to forgive us or pretend or go back to the way things were. We just want to see you." Her voice tightens slightly, still she sounds like she controlled her emotio

ELARAI wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper. He shifts us so I’m straddling him, while still joined. Bracing my hands on his strong thighs, I start to ride him slowly, in deep rocks that let me take every inch of him. Each time I sink down, he fills me to the root. I lean forward, pressing my breasts to his chest, and suckle his nipple again, licking and tugging him while I grind on his cock.Damien’s hands roams my body. He cups my breasts, kneading the soft weight, and teaseing my nipples with feather-light circles before drawing one into his mouth. He sucks deeply, flicking his tongue, and grazing his teeth on my nipples, switching from one to the other until I’m gasping and trembling.The pleasure builds up slowly, and inevitably. My walls flutter harder around him in rhythmic pulses milking his length with every glide. His fingers slip between us to find my clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles that match the rhythm of my hips.When I come it’s quiet and devastatin