13| wrestle on bed

Precarious and aggressive rubicund heels clashed against the blanched titles.

The people chattering around jerked up at the fuming lady bursting through the enormous glass-tinted door. The slamming of the door clanged as she panted heavily, glaring at the male.

"She's back, isn't she?" she asked, the words swirling in her mouth like malevolence and spleen. She could feel herself choking with just her name flashing in her mind.

The male whose board back was facing her proceeded with his call, not worrying about the woman aggressively pacing in his office.

"Sure, Mr Young. How about we reschedule our meet?" a hint of malice textured his serene voice as he blocked the brilliant daylight from peeking in his office. "Then, let's meet soon. It's my pleasure."

He hung up the call, the polite smile evolving into a virulent glare. "Fucking rufous old man."

"I am talking to you, Martin!" the high pitch voice thundered.

The man merely rolled his eyes, turning around and sedately hunching on his silvery oxhide chair. "Yes, love? What got your panties twisted?"

She huffed, running out of patience and peace. "Leona. That bitch is back, right?"

The man stayed calm, eyeing his wife acting like berzerk. He could see the restlessness dissolving her in the acid of the past.

"Sia, calm down. And keep your voice low." he hissed, looking at the door then back at her.

"How can I? Why are you so calm and collected? I thought she's fucking dead. Why she's here?" Sia snarled, eyes wide in terror.

"I don't know."

"Wh-what you mean you don't know?"

Martin sharply stood, glaring at the Sia who instantly latched her mouth. He kept his hands on his desk and drew a deep breath. "I fucking don't know. It's my office not a place for you to catwalk and to drop your dramatics. Just get lost. I am not in the mood to deal with you."

"Martin." There was certain desperation in her voice as she threw her purse on the couch. "Leona will destroy us. She will destroy me! Do something instead of acting like a coward!"

"Take your tone down, Sia! That's your husband you are talking to. Don't act like some fucking queen," his black eyes obscure, making the redhead regret her words. "You wouldn't even have won if it wasn't for me and him."

Sia gritted her teeth, hands balling in a fist as she snatched her purse and spat, "Fuck you." With that, she departed leaving the man to chafe in acerbity and paroxysm.

Martin clenched his jaw in acrimony, heeding to his bones cracking. "Again, why did I even marry her?"

He pulled out a bottle of scotch and spilt the rusty aqua vitae into a nosing glass. His frenzy eyes look up a particular contact in his list and he instantly rang him. The person received the call on the third ring and Martin didn't waste a second to explode.

"As we reckoned, Leona is alive and back in the country," he said, savagery and conniption crystal in his hoarse voice. The line dwelled in the hush before a mocking chuckle filled his ear, just encouraging Martin's hypersensitivity.

"Good. I was looking for something to toy with." The deep and rasp voice glinted in amazement and turpitude.

Martin growled, "It's not a joke! If she opens her mouth we all are fucking dead. Find her! Kill her! Do whatever you want! Just make her vanish like before!"

"Calm down man. Let me play with her. My sweetheart is back after a long time. Just take care of yourself and your wife, I will look into it. Don't contact me."

The line ceased and Martin let out a frustrating growl before smashing his phone in fury. Cold sweat broke on his forehead and his insides crunched. The past deeds and sins he committed strangled him hard making the man tremble in tremor.

"Leona, just be ready to get tormented again," he purred before imbibing the drink in one go.

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"It's been the worst six days of my life," Tayson heaved a sigh. "Her demands are skyrocketing all over to the andromeda. It had me dancing on the edge of insanity."

"What did you expect? She's Ebony, extravagance is in her name itself," Wes said, passing him a bottle of water.

Tayson hummed in response. "Make sure it isn't disclosed that we found Ebony and let the employees sleep and poop in peace. Tell them to stop hunting for the artist. Keep it from dad too. No one, besides you and me, should know she's here." Ensconcing her identity was his supreme priority at a moment.

"Okay. But do you think it's safe to let her work in an office? There are chances for people to spot her, how you are gonna prevent that?"

Tayson shook his head. "It's gonna be arduous. I want her in my sight since trusting her is hard. We have to make sure that she gets into the company only by the VVIP route. The top floor will be closed off for everyone except you and me. Nothing to worry about as the elevator to the top floor will be closed off as well. There's another elevator in my office to get on the top floor, so we can use that too."

Wes nodded, grasping all the points.

"Everything is prepared, right? Her manager said that she wants to move into the house tomorrow and take a tour of her office," Tayson sleepily mumbled, crashing his head on the head seat, eyes closed and breathing even. "Also, did you manage to get her stuff from, London? She wants it all as soon as possible."

"Yeah. I made sure that the arrangements are done. Everything is fine. You should rest now. Next week you have an important shoot."

Tayson grumbled. "Why the fuck she's obsessed with black? I had to go to hell to get the interior designers to work on the house."

"Curious about her, aren't you?" Wes arched his eyebrow, pulling over in the driveway.

"Fuck off. Go and watch gay porn so you can get ideas to seduce Ryan." He punched Wes's arm.

"I am straight! I have a girlfriend for hell's sake," the man revolted, being severely defensive.

"Sure. I wholeheartedly believe your bullshit," Tayson assured him with a lethargic smirk, eyes still closed as he found himself dozing off.

"I hate you. Get off, we are here."

Tayson groaned, scarping his face and crunching his nose before slackly treading out of the car. He closed his eyes voyaged to his apartment, and once inside, the immensely enervated man collapsed on his bed.

"I missed you so much, baby. I love you, so, so, so much. Now hug me tight and tuck me in," he mumbled, somehow stripping from his button-up shirt and tossing it away.

Sighing in relief, he sprawled on his stomach but just when his mind began to blackout, he felt warm and feathery silken hands caressing the cold skin of his back. A shudder bolted down his ass when the hands commenced massaging the muscles of his back.

"Mmm," Tayson moaned out in pleasure when the tingling feeling started easing his frazzled tissues.

The long willowy fingers roll over his muscular shoulder blades to down his spine and another grunt ripped through Tayson. "It feels so good, damn."

The heated hands slowly stroked the cold nape of his neck and tugged on his hair, making his lips part in bliss as the satiny touch soothe the tautness caused by the dark Rapunzel.

The flashes of her incredibly long silk tresses like a dark forest at the end of the rainbow, the pair of turquoise eyes; frosty, like winter ocean that could hold the whole damn galaxy under a spell. The alluring curves framed by the black fabric and that unique voice~

"Tayson, you want me, don't you?" the voice whispered in his ears, and she amorously bit on the shell, arousing him and sending tendrils of electrifying waves to his cock.

"Leona." His eyes flew open and he vaulted off the bed, stumbling over his shoes and plunging solid on his face.

"Fuck!" he grunted in pain, holding his lower abdomen and breathlessly panting. His eyes drone the silver ceilings as the silence around him laughed in travesty.

The realization loomed on him and he peeked down his overly excited junior and covered his face in frustration.

I did not just dream about her.

"I need to fuck!" he muttered and stood, taking a look at his enemy; the clock.

"How the heck it's seven? I just slept like ten minutes ago!" he let out. "The asshole universe is conspiring against me. Fuck everyone!"

And just to add to his suffering, the doorbell chimed. Tayson's face dimmed in the twilight as eclipses of violence took over him. He grabbed the baseball bat that he cherishes cause that won him a tournament in his college years.

"Never provoked a sleepy and horny man." The furious man strided to the door, ready to beat the shit out of anyone who dared to interrupt his leisure time.

The nerves in his neck and hands popped, as he yanked the door open. "Who the fucking....."

His nerves froze, and his heart skip a beat. His eyes seem to be mocking him as he just saw her in his sinful dream and the exact face was smiling in front of him. Looking further sinful than ever.

"Hello, there." That damn voice.

The fortunate oversized sombre shirt pecking her ravishing figure and her oh so mouthwatering cleavage was right on the sight. The raven denim shorts stumbling on her mid-thigh revealing the milky skin he so wanted to run his tongue on, pitch-black hair in a high ponytail, creamy lips in hot nude shade but what had him drooling are her tattoos and high knee shoes.

Lifting her index finger, Leona slid her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and raked her eyes over his body, stopping at his little friend. She let out a whistle and placed her hand on his exposed chest. His breath hitched at the mere contact of her cold hand on his warm skin.

She slightly nudged him inside and stepped right after him.

"Thanks for the invitation, you can take your time to jerk off. Then make black coffee for me. Don't add poison, by that I mean, sugar," she commanded, taking off her shoes and comfortably plopping on the love seat.

Tayson felt himself burning but he couldn't understand with what? Excitement? Rage? Desire and lust?

Leona hoisted her eyebrows when the man still ogled over her with the baseball bat in his hand.

"What's wrong? You seem like five years old who didn't get his favourite toy." She smirked, purposely crossing her legs to show off her thigh. Her eyes met his flaring gaze before she looked down at his obvious bulge.

Does she want to...? he raced his mind, Perhaps wrestle on my bed a bit?

"What boy? Want me to do a favour for you?"