Annette checked her watch nervously, her things packed and ready by the door. She looked out the window, scouring the street for any sign of Jane's arrival. The minutes passed by, and her uneasiness rose with each passing second. She took a long breath, attempting to calm her beating heart because if Jane didn't arrive soon, she was going to be late, and she wasn't in the mood to argue with Mr McKenney.
A few minutes later a familiar figure dashed around the corner, waving when she saw Annette through the window, causing Annette's face to light up with relief as she ran to the door and flung it open just as Jane arrived at the front steps."Jane, you're late!" Annette exclaimed as she drew Jane into a tight hug."I'm sorry I was held back at work," Jane said with a smile, warmly reciprocating the hug. "I would've been there longer, but George said he'd cover for me so I could see you off.""I love that man," Annette murmured, taking a step back and smiling from ear to ear."He is God's gift to earth," Jane added, taking one of Annette's bags in her hand to assist her in carrying it to the car."I can't believe it's actually happening. I'm actually leaving for Greece with my boss to be his escort."Jane extended her hand and gripped Annette's. "I don't know what to say to make you feel less nervous, but it's going to be okay.""Even if I'm nervous, it's not like I have a choice on if I want to go or not," Annette replied, a disappointed sigh leaving her lips."I know he's a gentleman to some extent, but if he tries anything, you can always kick him in the balls and give me a call so I can get you a ticket to come back," Jane said, her wicked glint dancing in her eyes."You're crazy," Annette chuckled at Jane's suggestion"You love me regardless.""Of course I do, and I can't thank you enough for looking after Cassie:"It's not a problem; I adore that kid and would go to great lengths for the two of you," Jane remarked, a tiny smile on her lips.Annette, overcome with emotion, smiled and said, "I'm going to miss you guys."Jane squeezed Annette's hand again, soothing her. "And I'll miss you as well, so remember to text us every day and bring back some souvenirs.""I will," Annette murmured gently as she pulled Jane in for another hug. After a few seconds, they moved away from each other, and Jane stepped out of the home, luggage in hand, saying, "Let's get you in that car, we don't want you to miss your flight." Annette laughed, her tension easing a bit.Together, they carried the bags to the waiting car outside. As they loaded the luggage into the trunk,Annette turned to Jane one last time."Thank you for being here, Jane. I couldn't have asked for a better friend."Jane smiled warmly. "Safe travels, Annette. And despite the circumstances, I want you to enjoy yourself.""I will try." Annette said as she gave Jane one final hug and a misty-eyed goodbye, Annette climbed into the car. As it pulled away from the curb, she looked back one more time to see Jane waving, a bittersweet smile on her face. As the cityscape faded in the distance, Annette felt a surge of anticipation and uneasiness for the trip she was going on with Mr McKenney.Annette's heart raced as she stepped out of the car and entered the busy airport. She looked around nervously, looking for Mr. McKenney, but the driver informed her that they weren't flying business class, so he led her to the airport's first class section.Annette forced a smile as they approached Mr McKenney, who was standing near the gate with a bunch of flowers in hand."Goldielocks!" As he approached her with a huge smile on his face, Mr. McKenney's voice carried over the gathering. He extended the bouquet, and she gratefully received it, the tightness in her shoulders increasing with each passing minute she was close to him."Thank you very much, Mr. McKenney. "It's great to see you," she murmured, her voice tinged with eagerness and trepidation.He leaned in and kissed Annette on the cheek, which stunned her at first, but she didn't pull away. After all, it was part of the arrangement. "Please call me Hudson. I'm pleased that you arrived on time."Annette's heart rate increased again as they approached the gate. She'd never liked flying, and this trip was no exception. She considered whether or not to share her fear with Hudson.He seemed to perceive her anxiety at that precise moment. "Is everything alright, Annette?"She paused for a beat before summoning the strength to speak. "I actually have a fear of flying, Hudson. I'm a little worried about the flight."Hudson's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on her arm. "Don't worry, Annette. I've got you covered. Flying can be intimidating, but I promise it's not as bad as it seems."As they settled into their seats on the plane, Hudson continued to talk to her, distracting her from the anxiety creeping in which made her quite anxious. Why was he being so nice to her? Annette thought as she continued to listen to him. He shared funny anecdotes, talked about their destination, and even cracked a few light-hearted jokes. Annette found herself laughing, her fear slowly dissipating with each passing minute.As the plane taxied down the runway, Annette's grip on the armrest tightened, and Hudson reached over to hold her hand. "Hey, look out the window. See those fluffy clouds? They're like a cosy blanket for the sky."Annette peeked out and managed a small smile. "That's a nice way to think about it."Before she knew it, the plane had levelled off, and the captain announced they were cruising at their flight level. Annette turned to Hudson, surprise in her eyes. "I... I actually feel better. Thank you for distracting me."Hudson squeezed her hand and said, "You did great, Annette."A few hours later, Annette and Mr. McKenney arrived in Greece, captivated by the ancient ruins and the stunning Mediterranean views. As they strolled through a bustling market, a distressed child approached them, tears streaming down her face. She spoke in a mix of Greek and broken English, clearly lost and separated from her mother.Annette's heart went out to the child. In a gentle voice, she switched to fluent Greek, a language she hadn't revealed she knew, and asked, "Ψάχνεις τη μητέρα σου;" The little girl's eyes widened in surprise as she nodded eagerly.Mr. McKenney, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow at Annette's sudden linguistic prowess. "Annette, you speak so fluently. You speak Greek?" he asked, both impressed and slightly puzzled.Annette nodded, her attention still on the child. She spoke with the little girl, calming her down and finding out her mother's name and description. With this information, Annette intended to seek help from the market's security personnel.Howev
It took only a few mins for Annette to get dressed as she waited on the couch for Mr McKenney to arrive, then a few minutes after eight there was a knock. She went to answer it and found Mr McKenney was on the other side dressed in a simple black suit which emphasized his hot looks. But Annette was quickly reminded of his shitty personality."You look good enough to tag along." Mr McKenney said as he ran his gaze down her full length, his face devoid of emotions. "Thank you." Annette muttered. She recognized the haughtiness in his tone, but chose to ignore it. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making her evening any worse than it already was. She walked out of the room, and he followed closely behind."Won't you bring your jacket along?" He asked."No. I'm fine.""Good. We will be having dinner with one of the investors in the company. So, I expect you to be on your best behavior. Except you don't mind being embarrassed." Mr McKenney warned as they walked down the busy h
She gathered her essentials into her night bag, her heart racing with anticipation. Just minutes ago, Mr. McKenney had informed her that she would be staying in his room for the night, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. While she knew and understood what she had signed up for, her nerves were all over the place.She carefully folded her favorite silk pajamas, the ones with delicate lace trim that she knew he would appreciate. They slipped into the bag with a satisfying rustle. Next, she added a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as I imagined sharing a bathroom with him.Contemplating whether to bring a book, she decided against it and left it on the shelf, opting instead for a quick snack if she got hungry late at night or just to distract herself if he made her stay up with him while he worked.Just as she finished packing, her phone beeped with a message from Mr. McKenney, confirming that he was waiting for her. The e
************Warning mature content***********"Yes, please." She said, and he immediately stood up, carrying her with him. She wrapped her legs around him, and he supported her body as he carried her towards the bedroom with his arms on my waist.He pushed the slightly opened door to his room with his leg and closed it behind him once they were inside. He sat her down, his desire-filled gaze never leaving her body as he slowly removed and tossed her pajama blouse away.His hands brushed against her exposed skin as they moved up to the waistline of her shorts. He reached for the rope on the short, pulling on it as the short came loose.When his hands brushed against the curve of her ass, she moaned, and he smiled at how responsive her body was to him. He reached for her hand to help her step over the skirt before picking it up and throwing it on the nearest surface.She stood perfectly still, watching him carefully as he slowly removed his shirt and tossed it on the nearest chair.Then
Annette let out a sleepy yawn as she awoke, the warm sunlight streaming onto her face. As she attempted to sit up in bed, a sharp pain shot through her, prompting a loud groan. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and a smile graced her lips. He had been so gentle and caring, a stark contrast to the man he was when they had initially entered into this arrangement."Maybe he does have a good side." Annette pondered as she managed to free herself from the covers. However, to her disappointment, Hudson was nowhere to be seen; it was as if he had never been there. Feeling a twinge of hurt that he hadn't waited for her to wake up, Annette shuffled over to the bathroom to freshen up.Thirty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. Hudson had yet to return, so she took the opportunity to tidy up her belongings and pack her bag. Just a few minutes after she finished, Hudson strolled back into the room, carrying a tray of food."Good mo
"Yes, indeed." The man acknowledged with a nod. "May I know your name?"With a polite smile, Annette replied, "My name is Annette, and yours?""I'm Marcus." He introduced himself with a friendly tone. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Annette. So, what brings you here?" Marcus asked, turning to face Annette for a more comfortable conversation."I'm here to drown my sorrows." Annette said as she took a sip of the drink the waiter placed in front of her. "What about you?""Whatever must be bothering you must be really bad if you are drinking whiskey straight." Marcus chuckled as he stared at Annette."Not 'what,' but 'who.' I feel like a fool." Annette said with a chuckle, her voice carrying a hint of mystery, and a knowing smirk crept onto Marcus's face."So, it's a boy problem, care to share?" Marcus inquired with a playful curiosity.Annette sighed, frustration in her voice. "I thought this guy was genuinely interested in me, but it turns out I mean absolutely nothing to him. He's the bi
Hudson's restless pacing filled his dimly lit room, his mind consumed by the memory of those men who had prevented him from taking Annette with him. "Who the hell did they think they were?" He muttered under his breath, frustration etched across his face. "Annette belongs to me; I have a contract to prove it."As he finally settled into an armchair, he pondered his next move. "What am I going to do now?" Hudson mused aloud, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He reached for a crystal glass, pouring a generous measure of whiskey. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a long, contemplative sip, the amber liquid warming his senses."Alright, maybe I brought this on myself." Hudson mumbled, taking another swig of his whiskey. "I did tell her the only time I needed her was at night to keep my bed warm, so I can't really blame myself for being jealous.""But she was still my responsibility, so I had every right to know where she was and what she was up to." He pondered to himself. Finishing
"Then what interaction are you referring to? I'm very sure we have never met before." Hudson said, his irritation evident in his expression."I'm referring to the one you had with us while Miss Annette was present." Samuel replied calmly."Wait, that was nothing. I was sparing you the torture of talking to her. She's not particularly smart; she's just a secretary at my branch back home." Hudson explained, further fueling Samuel and Marcus's anger."If I have to listen to him any longer, I'll shoot myself in the head." Samuel declared, abruptly standing up with his plate and leaving the table, leaving Marcus alone with Hudson."That jerk just abandoned me!" Marcus remarked, preparing to leave as well when Hudson called his attention."Your brother is quite the drama queen. He should grow up. The world doesn't work that way. The rich will always be superior to the poor!" Hudson said, expecting Marcus to agree. However, Marcus simply ignored him and followed the direction Samuel had gone