"Not happening sweetheart," He held her gaze this time, "you can keep your mask on but I want to see your eyes dilate and roll to the back of your head when you cum, and your lips, I want to see the shape they make when you scream my name." 


For Elena, having two identities was already hard enough but sleeping with her boss and keeping it to herself, it sounded so simple but nothing is as easy as it seems.

The perfect piece to complete her disastrous life puzzle sets in place when she receives a positive result on a test she should never have taken.

The devil always catches up with the angels, She is living proof of that because now she has to deal with a third identity she thought she had gotten rid of for good.

His Masked Angel

That was the single sentence that kept repeating itself in his head the entire ride to his penthouse. He wasn’t very surprised when he saw a tesla in his garage but his face hardened because he wasn’t in the mood to deal with people. Not when he couldn’t get a reign on his head. 


Just one fucking day and he was already losing his shits. That was why he decided to stay away from women, they were nothing but trouble. Especially for him. 


He opened the door to the penthouse and almost ran into the housekeeper, she quickly moved back and muttered something that sounded like a welcome, he couldn’t tell since the woman liked speaking in no more than a whisper. 


“There’s someone here to see—“he waved his hand, cutting her off. He’d already seen his car in the parking lot and he was about to escort him out too. 


He side stepped her and started for the living room while she walked out the door, done with her work for the day. 


23: Friends