On the hottest day of summer, Annasophia Smith, a delicate sixteen-year-old girl, stood in the top floor lobby of the Smith Group, surrounded by a sea of imposing black suits. Her long, straight, black hair cascaded down her waist, adorned with a small, sad white flower pinned to her bangs. She donned a clean and simple white linen dress, which contrasted with the room full of powerful men.
Henry Smith, her father, gazed upon his little daughter after sixteen long years of separation. The sudden surge of his absent fatherly love flooded his heart, and he couldn't help but feel choked up. After what felt like an eternity, he gestured to a man, beckoning him to step forward. "Phillip," he said firmly, "Please ensure that Anna is safely escorted home and settled down." The authority in his voice was unmistakable, betraying the underlying emotions he was desperately trying to conceal."Yes, Uncle Smith," a young man named Phillip Robinson responded, offering to help with Anna's luggage. His deep and mellifluous voice echoed in her ears as he extended his warm, dry and strong hand. "Hello, I'm Phillip Robinson," he said.
Annasophia looked up at him, took his hand, and smiled in agreement. In the midst of the scorching summer, the cicadas buzzed relentlessly, and the beams of light illuminated the swirling dust. In that moment, the surroundings seemed to come to a sudden halt, and everything was hushed. Anna's eyes and heart were fixated on the handsome young man before her, whose perfectly curved smile and warm palm seemed to herald the end of days.
"Phillip, take me home," Anna said, and from that moment on, Phillip became her constant companion, her rock.
"Phillip, buy this for me,"
"Phillip, can you take me to school tomorrow?" Her classmates were always curious about him, and Anna never hesitated to show him off.
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"Phillip, you promised to take me to the movies today!" she'd exclaim. And, to her delight, he never failed to keep his promises. "Phil," she whispered, basking in the warmth of his name.
She woke up, yet again, from the same dream, and the oppressive heat of that summer still lingered in her chest. Phillip's smiling face continued to haunt her, refusing to let go. She sat up, unable to go back to sleep, and stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity. The cold night air caused goosebumps to form on her bare skin, so she sought refuge under the covers.
Suddenly, the person behind her stirred and pulled her into a fiery embrace. Musk's handsome eyebrows furrowed as he peered down at her loosely buttoned nightgown. "Can't sleep?" he asked.
As Anna succumbed to the intense sensations coursing through her body, she let out a small moan, calling out Jack Musk's name. Her voice was like hot, silky chocolate, melting his heart and igniting his desire. He could no longer resist the temptation, forgetting about the pain he had caused her mere hours ago. With passion and fervor, he drove himself inside her, unable to get enough of her delicate flower.
"You little demon," Jack Musk growled, as he lost himself in the moment. The feeling was too much to bear, and he unleashed everything he had.
The next day, Anna woke up in the afternoon to find Jack Musk had already left. She rolled over, feeling the soreness between her waist and legs, causing her to groan uncontrollably. As she reached for a sip of water, she heard a soft knock at the door, and the cute little maid stood timidly with her bathrobe, "Miss, sir said to ask you to freshen up when you get up, there's a party tonight."
Annasophia frowned at the thought of a party. She was exhausted from Musk's rough antics the night before. "No way!" she exclaimed.
"But," the little girl was on the verge of tears, "Young Master Robinson has sent several people to remind" Not to mention that Mike Robinson himself had called two or three times. But no one dared to wake up Miss Smith, so they had to rush around outside the door of the room.
Anna raised her eyebrows and stretched out her arms and legs to flop back into the soft, big bed, feeling lazy and cozy. "Then go back to Young Master Robinson and say, this Miss is still sleepy," she said, with a hint of mischief in her voice.