Point of View: Emara Stone

“Please meet.. Dr. Xavier Lance.”

My head snaps to my right, and I freeze like someone just hit pause on my Netflix stream as I see a man sitting on the couch, still like a marble statue.

His lips are frozen mid-sip, an inch away from his cup as he stares straight at me, unflinching.

Shit!

The man finally blinks and sets his cup down with the precision of a control freak, then stands up to his full height. He is like 6 feet tall, dressed up entirely in creamy white shirt and pants, like a walking detergent commercial.

“I am Dr. Xavier Lance.” He steps closer, extending his hand, “Neurosurgeon and Psychiatrist.”...

Point of View: Emara Stone

The air is thick with sexual tension.

I gulp, feeling helpless under the stark rays of green eyes. They hold me captive and I can’t look away from his supremacy.

My back is pressed flat against the steel wall of the elevator, and Mr. Black is standing as close to me as the fabric of my shirt.

“What would you have done?” I inhale and feel my breast almost touching his chest as I dare to ask him, “If I had worn lingerie for you?”...

Point of View: Emara Stone

“Continue.” Ryan, the not-so-charming Prince orders.

Dakota’s jaw tightens, but he carries on, “Cameras, Radar, and Light Detection & Ranging that is LIDAR create a 360 degree map of the surrounding area which are accurate to centimeters.”

He changes the slide showing how LIDAR works, but my eyes are busy watching the hard lines of his jaw shifting under the glow of the projector’s light.

Does he sharpen his jaw on stone every damn morning?...

Point of View: Emara Stone

“But if you really want to know.. Come wearing it in front of me again.”

My eyes widen. The shock rips through me like a thunderbolt while Dakota leans back with maddening calm and stares at me, silently observing me.

The panic that was consuming me minutes ago replaces with an unknown fear. Fear of falling, on my knees.

Oh God!

I breathe breathlessly. Every time I inhale, my chest brushes against his shirt, creating this lightest form of friction, which sends sensations down to my heating core.

I could feel my nipples hardening, my breasts sweating and my legs giving up the strength to stand against his raw, wild and oh so challenging gaze...

Point of View: Emara Stone

Dakota is a fully grown man.

He is strong, muscular, and works out every day. Unlike me.

I am in no position to fight him or stop him if he wants to do anything to me.

Especially right now, when I am barely holding myself together. Maybe if I submit to him, it won’t be traumatic like those seven nights.

And I close my eyes...

Point of View: Emara Stone

Dakota Charcoal Black.

Ugh God! Why do you keep testing me by only sending men who need a VIP ward in a mental hospital?

Why not test me if I can handle a ridiculous amount of money, and throw some millions in my lap?

I dare you, God! Make me rich.

Give me a private island, but no. He sent me the crowned king of psycho personalities!...

Point of View: Emara Stone

I yawn, stepping out of the cab.

The weekend felt like a bullet train. I blinked and poof, it passed right away when my eyelids were shut.

And when I open them, Monday is staring right back at me like a homeless alcoholic with dark circles, asking for some change.

“Welcome, Emara Stone. You are only 18 minutes late, but for you I’ll wait an entire hour every day of my life.” The bot at the entrance lights up after scanning my ID.

“How romantic!” I whisper, walking inside the corporate hell...

Point of View: Emara Stone

I stride like an emotionless zombie on the 17th floor to the CEO’s office. I wonder what love lecture Dakota is planning to drop this time?

I push open his cabin door, but freeze seeing the place crawling with workers, painting and refurbishing the room.

Last time he was thrashing his cabin, and now he is renovating it?

But where is he?

One of the workers points toward another door, left of the hallway, and this time, I knock before entering.

“Come in.”...

Point of View: Ryan Damison

“Dickheads!” Amara spits the word fiercely at us, and storms out, leaving her faint vanilla scent behind.

I purse my lips, more amused than offended at her little outburst.

“Does she always act like this?” I ask, glancing at Dakota. He has been awfully quiet. Not throwing his usual trashy comebacks...

Point of View: Emara Stone

“Mr. Ryan Damison. Chief Executive of Cruize.”

My neck twists to my left so fast, I almost sprained it. And there I see him, standing at the entrance with a group of Matrix agents behind him.

The second man from my threesome dream!

Clean shaved, hair gelled back, not a strand out of place as if made smooth to land planes on his dick-head, while he is wearing all black suit, like he means business.

From the hell...

Point of View: Emara Stone

“Hmmm.” I deeply sigh.

The sheet twist around my legs like silk ropes as I stretch lazily, finally waking up from my deep sleep. The best I ever had.

I blink open my eyes, and freeze.

I see Dakota lying beside me, under the sheets. Shirtless!...

Point of View: Dakota Black DAY THREE “I want you to make love to me tonight.” I freeze. My blood freeze. The time on my watch freezes. The ...

Point of View: Emara Stone “What? He was going to kiss you?” Ana’s voice blasts through my phone’s speaker like heavy metal. I am spread on ...

Point of View: Emara Stone “I am sorry, baby.” Dakota calls me ‘baby’ like I still belong to him. His girl. “I am really sorry, Emara.” He b...

Point of View: Emara Stone I raise my arms as an invitation for a hug. But the man standing across the room isn’t just any man. He is the wo...

Point of View: Dakota Black DAY THREE After a quick shower, I change into some slacks and a breathable t-shirt, before heading downstairs fo...

Point of View: Emara Stone “Emara.. Get out!” Dakota says like a warning. But I don’t. I can’t. The man whom I have always seen draped in th...

Point of View: Emara Stone Ryan fucking Damison. My entire body boils like a noodle soup as I see this man.. This tall, dark and hand-scorch...

Point of View: Dakota Black DAY THREE The city lights blur outside the tinted window as we glide through the late evening traffic. “We were ...

Point of View: Emara Stone “Daniel!” I swear a piece of my soul packed its bags and divorced my body as I see him standing in front of me, l...