[Maeve] "I … I d-don't think we should pursue the case." I try my best to remain coherent enough to at least keep my eyes open as I say this, but my entire being has become formless. I've been fucked by the man of my dreams, and I cannot move. I do not want to move, ever, but as I sense him turn to the side to look at me, my blood curdles with unease. An entire minute passes, yet he doesn't say a word in response, so I hold onto the mattress for support and force myself to si

[Lennon] There is something about kissing that has always seemed a bit bland to me. But not with this woman. As her tongue strokes uninhibitedly against mine, gliding and sucking, I find my hand grabbing the sheets by my side. My chest heaves as she pulls away, allowing me the full glorious sight of her breasts. My plan was to lie back, to take this easy and simply watch and respond, giving her free rein to do what she wants. But as I take in the hardened pink peaks, I now un

[Maeve] Nothing is going according to plan. I'm currently supposed to be getting railed by him on and against every surface of this gorgeous room, instead, I'm staining his face with tears and giving him blue balls. That kiss though… had been incredibly special. I can still feel it on my lips... taste him on my tongue. My heart is still in overdrive and this, I now realize, is just what I needed to get the blood flowing in my veins again. I want to continue, but he is now rel

[Lennon] There is nothing I detest more than a gun to my head. So far, I've only had to deal with blanks because of my prudence, but in this instance, Streidel's chamber is filled with very real ammunition. And given how dire his situation is, I have no doubt that he will not hold back from using it. "Are you alright?" At the soft, gentle call, I turn to meet the woman's gaze by my side. We're currently the only ones in the elevator, heading up to one of the luxury suites on

[Maeve] I am flabbergasted. A club sandwich in this godforsaken hellhole costs $67! I look through the ingredients over and over again, wondering if there is some special ingredient mentioned that I'm missing, but nope. It's good ole bread, turkey, crunchy water lettuce, and whatever aioli is. Sighing, I start to lean against the chair in dejection, but then I recall that Lennon is probably watching me again. So, I straighten my back and gently brush my hair over my shoulders

[Lennon] "You're late." I give the curmudgeonly older man a stern gaze as I take my seat across from him in the lively midtown Manhattan restaurant. "Five minutes late," I point out, but he remains displeased. "Punctuality is one of the tenets of your reputation. Is it bullshit, as well as the rest?" This slightly amuses me, but my attention is mostly on the woman seated at a different table across the room. Matteo had called ahead to reserve a separate table for us, and I ha

[Maeve] My hair is black today, and curly, and wild. The synthetic blonde wig is long gone, which is why I wonder as I meet his gaze, if he has stopped because he recognizes me. Perhaps I made a mistake... maybe I shouldn't have come here today. But what exactly do I have to lose? "What are you doing here?" he asks, and my heart drops into my stomach. I manage to swallow the lump in my throat enough to speak. "You remember me?" He gives me a terse look and then starts to walk

"Are employees nobodies, Miss Collins?" her attorney inquires. "Of course they're not," Maeve glares at the defense attorney across the courtroom. "They aren't nothing either… and most importantly, they aren't dogs." "They don’t lay around all day begging for treats, and they don’t lurk under your dinner table hoping to catch your crumbs. Instead, they work hard and tirelessly to build your dream, most times at the expense of theirs." "Objection, Your Honor!" the defense atto

[Lennon] "I found her!” I have just stepped out of the Mercedes-Maybach, and for once, I don't regret answering Charles's call so early in the morning. "Found who?" I ask to confirm, returning the nod of greeting I receive from the receptionists in the lobby. "What do you mean 'found who’?” Charles snipes. "The girl in the picture you told me to find out about." "Oh," I say as I begin to head up to our offices. She has truly slipped out of my mind as I have become preoccupied