It's a new day at work. Even though we haven't had much sleep, I also have a refreshing energy this morning. That's the effect of waking up with Christian by my side and morning sex.

I know he hasn't slept with me, I am aware of that. Yet the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning was his face in front of mine. He had a radiant smile and his eyes were a deep blue. His penetrating gaze, without taking his eyes from mine, told me only one thing. He wants to take control over my body. I know that since last night he needs it. And that's exactly what he does when his body covers mine.

Christian parks outside the office and turns to me, smiling.

—Are you calling me to pick you up? —he asks as he brushes a strand of hair away from my face.

—I will, but we have to stop by my apartment before class, I need to pick up the bag with my stuff. —Christian stares at me expectantly. — And after class I'll go to my apartment. —I remind him.

—You know I can convince you to stay with me again. —he brings a hand to my face and caresses my cheek softly, making my breathing start to be affected by his caress.

—I know that, if I let you, you will trick me with your sophisticated sexual techniques and your wicked mouth. —he just smiles at me and slides his tongue across his lips.

I know very well what that mouth and tongue can do to my body in a matter of seconds.

—What will you do while I'm gone? —I ask intrigued.

I know that kick boxing classes aren't until the afternoon, and I don't think he'll spend the day training.

—I'll spend the day with my mother at the hospital, we think she'll be discharged today and come home.

—That's good news. —I reply happily as I look at the time on the board. —I better not be late, I don't want your sister to take her anger out on me so early in the morning. —I tell him as I open the door and grab the two coffees we bought on the way here.

— Just let me know if it goes over with you. —he says leaning towards me and smiling.

—And what will you do?

—I'll take care of that. Won't you kiss me goodbye? —he asks me, raising an eyebrow.

—Haven't you had enough? —I ask him as I approach him.

—I never said I've had enough of you or your mouth. —he pulls my face to his, brings his lips to mine and steals a kiss that takes my breath away. When he separates his mouth from mine, he slides a finger across my lips. —I have plans for this mouth in the night. —and he pulls away from me.

I blink several times and breathe again because I've stopped.

—How is it possible that I can work after you tell me something like that?

He just smiles at me.

I get out of the car and close the door. Christian isn't going to change. And I don't want him to. I love his perversion and his way of taking control and possessing me, slowly or wildly, it doesn't matter. With Christian, pleasure knows no bounds.

I greet Kate with a gleaming smile.

—Someone had a good night. —she asks with a giggle as she squints in my direction.

—I won't deny it. —I reply with a shrug of my shoulders and a smile.

And then I take a good look at her face. Her hair is loose and half-curled, as if she's barely had time to dry it, after a quick shower. And as I remember, Kate takes everything in stride, she's not one of those people who does things at the last minute. She's very meticulous about schedules and time to get everything done.

—How is everything going with Liam?

She smiles in response to my question, approaches me, checks that there are no curious eyes listening to us and then speaks.

—It's the first time I'm almost late for work. —I hold back my laughter. —Don't laugh, it's serious, you know how strict I am about schedules.

—And what happened? I mean, if I may ask. —I don't need to know, but I'm already imagining it. Besides, I'm curious to know what happened to make her lose control of his life.

—We have always told each other everything, Ana. What happened this morning was something out of this world. Believe me when I tell you that I have never in my life been so excited or left so exhausted and satisfied.

—I'm familiar with the feeling. What's changed?

—Everything has changed. —she says with a huge smile on her face. —Liam has asked me to marry him.

—What! —I didn't expect this.

I know they have been together for a long time, but recently they had separated and only a few days ago they reconciled.

—And what did you tell him! —I exclaimed anxious to know his answer.

—It's not obvious. —she says, raising his left hand.

And then I see it. A beautiful, simple silver ring with a small, but beautiful stone in the center.

—I can't believe it! —I shout excitedly and pounce on it.

—The coffee! —Kate shouts at me and then I remember.

I leave them on the table, before an accident happens and I spill them, and then I hug her tightly.

—Congratulations! —I shout as all eyes in the office turn to us. I had forgotten. I break away from her with a huge smile on my face. Everyone comes up to us and congratulates her briefly before going back to work.

—We haven't agreed on a date yet, we just got engaged, and we celebrated this morning. —she says this last thing softly. — But you know you're in charge of the bachelorette party.

I smile and hug her again, excited and happy.

—I better take the coffee to Elena before it gets cold, or she wonders why it took me so long, surely she already knows I'm here. She has eyes and ears everywhere. —I whisper softly as Kate holds back a laugh.

I pick up the coffees and walk briskly to Elena's office. I knock on her door before entering.

—It's about time you got here. —she says to me as she organizes some papers on one end of her desk. — What was all the commotion out there? —how could she possibly have heard it?

—We were congratulating Kate on her engagement. —I reply as I put the coffee on her desk.

—I must remember to congratulate her later. Now tell me, how was the photo shoot? —she says anxiously as she sits back in her chair, crossing her legs and smiling at me.

—Everything was perfect, just a little problem with the location, but Christian offered his apartment to do it.

—Christian is always so helpful. When does the magazine issue come out?

—Friday.

—So soon?

—They decided at the last minute to do a special edition and instead of releasing it on Monday, as they had planned, they are going to rush this issue because they want to get it out as soon as possible. Something about not wanting the paparazzi to get ahead of them with the information.

—Yes, I understand. It already happened to them once when some paparazzi distributed some photos that completely ruined a publication.

—A paparazzi photo?

—You have no idea the power of a paparazzi photo. But you're going to get it next Saturday.

—What's next Saturday?

—I forgot to mention it to you, excuse me. With everything that happened with my mother, I forgot all about it. Saturday is my mother's annual charity gala, Christian didn't mention it to you?

Christian didn't mention anything. Or he forgot too. So much has happened in the last few days, I'm sure that's what it was. I'll wait until he tells me or I'll ask him in case he doesn't before Saturday.

—Yes. I had forgotten. It's been a hectic few days. —I lie to her.

—There is something, which worries me much more than next Saturday's gala or my brother's interview.

—What is it? —I ask with some concern.

—How was the psychologist? —she asks as she uncrosses his legs and picks up his coffee to drink it slowly.

Oh, and I thought she would ask something else. I don't think I should tell Elena about the consultation. I don't think her brother has shared with her his sexual preferences, that he likes to be in control and practice some BDSM. So I decide to give her a rather redundant answer that will satisfy her curiosity.

—The consultation went well. The doctor has made weekly appointments and will be evaluating his progress.

—And he agreed to the weekly sessions?

—Yes. — I confirm and she looks at me dumbfounded.

—I hardly recognize my brother. He has changed a lot in a short time. But as long as the change is for the better, it's welcome.

—Do you need anything else. —I ask, standing up to walk out to my desk.

—Yes, one last thing.

—You'll say.

—Thank you. —she says, giving me a slight smile as she picks up the coffee.

This is one of the few times I've seen Elena smile.

—You're welcome.

—Not just for the coffee, for what you're doing for Christian.

I leave her office and sit behind my desk, where throughout the day, Elena's words keep circling in my mind. "Thank you...for what you're doing for Christian"

I don't know exactly what she means. I haven't done much, let's say. Just to love him unconditionally for who he is. And for how he is.

When I'm ready to leave I text Christian and he quickly replies that he'll be here in 5 min, that he's on his way. I gather my things and head out to meet him with a huge smile on my face. I smile alone like an idiot as I stop on the sidewalk to wait for him. But I don't know why I feel restless, uneasy.

A shiver runs through my whole body and I shiver. It's a strange sensation. As if I were being watched by someone. I look up and look in all directions and then I see someone in the distance. He's wearing a black sweatshirt that hides his head and features. His hands are tucked in his pockets and he's wearing sweatpants the same color as the sweatshirt. His appearance is slight, not a tall person. But I can clearly see that he is looking at me. There is no one else around me. I glance to both sides and behind me to confirm it again. I am alone on the sidewalk. I look back to where that person is looking at me.

A strange feeling runs through my body and I don't know why, I have a feeling that whoever that person is, I know them. A car parks in front of me, but I don't pay attention to it.

—Are you all right? —Christian's voice makes me look away from the person watching me from a distance.

—Yes, I'm fine, it's just that there's a person on the other side of the street watching me for a while.

Christian turns and looks where I point, but to my surprise, he has disappeared.

—There's no one on the other side. Are you sure you're okay?

—I tell you there was someone there watching me. —I tell him nervously, not knowing who that person was or why he was watching me.

Then the image of someone comes to my mind. Someone who is still at large and is wanted for first-degree murder.

—Leyla. —I say in a barely audible whisper.

—Who?

—Someone I thought I knew and the reason I had to find another apartment to live in.

—Do you think it was her? —he asks as he looks in all directions looking for someone he doesn't even know.

—I don't know, he had his face hidden under the hood of his sweatshirt.

—I think you should call the detective on the case and ask him if she's been caught yet, and if not inform him that you think you've seen her.

—Yes, I think I should do that.

—But it's better if we move on to the classroom. —he says to me while he opens the car door with a smile.

—Yes. —I reply as I get into the car and Christian closes the door.

As Christian drives to class, I contact the detective on the case. He informs me that she hasn't been apprehended yet, but that he has a lead on her near Newark. That reassures me a bit, it wasn't her watching me from across the street. But then I get anxious. Who was it then?

I don't even notice that we made it to class without stopping by my apartment.

—I forgot to pick up my things at the apartment.

—Don't worry, I brought you a bag with everything you need from mine. —he answers me with a smile.

—You were already prepared, weren't you?

—I'm always prepared, you should know that. Now how about we go downstairs and go to the classroom.

—Okay.

Christian grabs two bags from the back seat and holds one out to me before getting out of the car. I climb down holding my bag and join Christian waiting for me by the car. When I get a good look at him, he's already wearing his class clothes. We walk into the Gym together and as soon as we enter the class all the women in the class look at us as we arrive together. They look at me and then at him. But for the moment, I'm going to ignore them.

I make my way to the locker room to change my clothes. To my surprise, when I open the bag, the outfit Christian has brought me is different from the one I wore yesterday. I quickly put on the tight black T-shirt and black lycra, before putting on my sneakers. I fold the clothes and place them inside the bag before leaving for class. I sit down on a bench, take out the wraps and start to put them on as I look at Christian.

He has taken off the white shirt he was wearing and has been left with a black t-shirt. And he has put on a pair of shorts in the same color as my outfit. It's as if we came combined. He's holding his red wraps in his hands. And then I realize that that T-shirt and those wraps are the same ones he used when he tied me up in the shower.

As I put on the wraps I can see the women in the class gathered around as they look at him and talk to each other. Mmm, what are they talking about? I walk over to them as I finish putting on my missing wrap.

—Hi girls. —I greet them with a smile.

—Hi, Ana, right. —I nod as I finish putting on the remaining wrap. —We were just talking about how hard the training is.

—Yes, the fact that the teacher is so hot makes it more bearable. —one of them comments.

—Yes, I miss it when he doesn't come to class. —says another.

—I love it when he turns around. Have you seen that ass? —I stifle a giggle as I open my eyes wide.

—Yes, she's got a nice ass. —I confirm as we all laugh softly.

—Who could touch it to see if it's as solid as it looks. —at that moment Christian turns around and turns his back to us.

—And that back. —sighs another one.

I think I need to make it clear to them who owns that back and that ass.

—I dare to do it. —I answer them as all eyes turn to me.

—To do what?

—Check if his ass is that firm. —I answer them.

—You're crazy! —one of them yells at me, albeit softly

—He's going to expel you. —says another one.

—Let's wait until the class is over and we'll see.

—You are ready! —Christian exclaims as we all split up.

The class passes quickly and soon I'm trying to catch my breath from the bag hitting session. I approach the girls who have gathered at one end of the class. By now most of the men have left, only a few are left to finish gathering their things, us and Christian.

—Are you really going to do it! —they ask me quietly.

—Do you doubt it?

—You don't know how he's going to take it.

—You'll see. I'm going to do that and much more. —I reply as I walk towards Christian.

Christian looks up as soon as he sees me approaching him. We're about 20 feet away from the girls, I don't think they can hear what I say if I speak softly. I stop just short of him and he squints at me.

—What are you up to? —he asks as I smile mischievously at him.

I run my hands up to his shoulders and slide them down his beefy chest without taking my eyes off his.

—You know all the women in the class are watching you, right? —he asks between his teeth so that only I can hear him.

—I'm making a point here. —I reply with a smile.

I slide my hands to his waist and then move them to his ass. I bite my lower lip and then squeeze his ass a little, before releasing them with a smile. I pull away from him and walk over to where the women in the class are standing who stare at me open-mouthed, dumbfounded by what I just did.

—I didn't think you would do that! —exclaims one of them.

—You're my idol! —says another.

—And how are they? —asks another.

—Well, his chest is pretty strong, just the way it looks. And his ass, mmmm, hard and delicious enough to sink your teeth into.

—Oh, my God! And he didn't kick you out?

—Ana! —Christian exclaims, catching my attention.

We all turn to him. He's serious as I watch him beckon me to meet him.

—Whew, I think my punishment is coming. —I tell them with a smile as I walk towards Christian.

As I get closer I can see a faint smile on his face. I stop at a safe distance from Christian and I can see the smile turn into my favorite one. The one he gives me when he's up to something wicked, and I know I'll soon find out what he's hiding.

—Can you explain to me what you just did? —he asks in a somewhat loud tone so that it can be heard throughout the room.

—We girls wanted to make a point.

—I didn't know that touching my ass was a big deal in this class.

—I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again.

—Of course it won't happen again. —he replies as he takes a step in my direction.

I don't move from my place as Christian pounces on me, holding me by both arms before covering my mouth with his. The kiss is possessive and feverish. He bites my lower lip, tugs at it with his teeth and then runs his tongue across my lips before pulling away from me leaving me breathless.

—Later I'll show you what I want to do to your ass. —he whispers in my ear before pulling away from me and heading towards the changing room.

I stand stunned in place as the girls walk over to where I am. I think they are just as, if not more, stunned than I am.

—What just happened? —asks one of them.

I think I've had enough of this game. It's not very funny anymore. At first it was, but now I just feel sorry for these women. How is it possible that being beautiful they don't have someone by their side. Or if they do, why are they looking at others who won't even give them the time of day. I think I should end this game once and for all. But I don't want them to think I've been playing with them all this time.

—I think he just kissed me. —I reply dumbfounded.

—We saw that. But why?

—I don't know. —I answer, playing dumb.

—Did he say anything to you before he went to take a shower? —asks another one, who didn't miss a single detail.

— That the next time I want to touch his ass, not to do it in class.

—What!

—It's no big deal.

—What do you mean, no big deal! —one of them exclaims in astonishment. —He just made you an indecent proposal.

—Oh yes. —I think it's better if I pretend not to know.

—And what are you going to do?

—Well, I think I'll accept his proposal. —they all scream with excitement. — If he fucks as hard as he hits the bag, he must be a beast in bed. —I tell them as they all burst out laughing.

They all start heading for the showers and I stay outside in the living room to take off my wraps.

—Ready to go?

—I'm all yours. —I reply with a smile.

—I'm glad you're all mine, I have a present for you, but you can't open it until I ask you to.

—Okay. —I smile intrigued.

—Then let's go. —he says, holding out his arm and I hang on it with a smile as we walk out of the gym.