Ethan quickly skimmed through the emails and messages on his phone before setting the device aside. The early morning silence allowed his thoughts to echo freely in his mind. He began to think about the event scheduled at the famous nightclub, Crimson Velvet. With the habit of being in this industry for years, he meticulously went over every detail again and again.
This event, held periodically every year, brought together the most elite names of the business world and the rising stars of the entertainment industry. On the surface, it showcased glamorous parties, luxurious cocktails, and red carpets, but in reality, it was merely a mask concealing the intricate games of the underworld. The nightclub was a meeting point where talent scouts discovered young talents, model agencies searched for new faces, and the brightest names in the media world rapidly climbed the career ladder. However, behind the scenes, deeper and more mysterious affairs were unfolding.
For powerful and intelligent men like Ethan, such events were both a gateway to profit and an opportunity. Businessmen like him struck deals with young talents showcasing their skills, collaborated with agencies, and kept the economic wheels turning within this closed circle. But what truly captivated Ethan was the hidden side of these events: secret agreements, major investments, and the control games of the underworld.
From the bathroom, Aurin had turned on the water, calling out to Ethan with an inviting tone. However, Ethan, with his usual possessive and ego-filled expression, had turned her down. Aurin was used to this; she knew Ethan had two different faces. To the outside world, he was a cold, powerful, and unreachable businessman. But behind closed doors, he displayed a possessive, sometimes distant, and sometimes controlling character toward the women in his life.
In Ethan’s world, Aurin was just a piece of the puzzle. Like his other "toys," she obeyed him and never crossed the line. However, Aurin was one of the rare individuals who could see the real personality behind Ethan’s mask. This knowledge gave her both a privilege and a boundary. Because knowing Ethan meant adhering to his rules.
Ethan snapped out of his thoughts and looked towards the bathroom door. The event at Crimson Velvet was not just a business opportunity; it also meant a new chance for him. At this event, he would not only make new business deals but also grasp the strings of the dark games played in his hidden world. But most importantly, he would ensure that he always remained in control.
Ethan lay relaxed on the wide and comfortable bed, lost in the depths of his thoughts. The upcoming event at Crimson Velvet would not only create new opportunities in the business world but also reinforce his power in the underworld. However, his strategic calculations were abruptly interrupted by the sharp sound of his phone. The name on the screen was someone who always brought him a mix of satisfaction and caution: Celeste.
With that familiar smug smile forming at the corner of his lips, Ethan answered the call. Celeste’s voice came through with a velvety touch, yet beneath it lingered that ever-present tone of jealousy:
"Ethan, so you finally picked up. Where have you been? I've been calling you all morning."
Without lifting his eyes from the ceiling or breaking his relaxed posture, Ethan replied, "I had work to do. You know, I'm always busy."
Celeste paused for a brief moment. However, this silence signaled neither acceptance nor retreat. On the contrary, it was a prelude to her probing and possessive nature. "Really? Or were you with one of those girls again? Aurin, or perhaps someone else?"
Ethan’s smile widened slightly. "Don't worry, mother. Who’s in my life is none of your concern." His voice was both distant and authoritative. He wielded that silent pressure over Celeste, just as he always did.
Celeste’s tone softened, but jealousy still lurked within. "I’m just worried about you. I thought maybe we could spend some time together tonight."
This time, Ethan held the phone against his chest and slightly turned his head to the side. His eyes found his own reflection in the mirror at the corner of the room. "I’ll be at Crimson Velvet tonight," he said in a calm tone. "But maybe... I could be with you afterward."
Celeste’s breath was so pronounced, it could almost be heard through the phone. To her, this was as powerful as a promise. Ethan knew exactly when and how to control his mother. He always maintained that delicate balance—close enough to make her feel wanted, yet never allowing her to fully reach him.
"Are you sure?" Celeste whispered, her voice filled with both hope and skepticism.
Ethan responded shortly and decisively: "Yes. But first, I need to take care of my business. As you always say, business comes first."
This final sentence seemed to dissipate the interrogative air that hung over Celeste. When Ethan ended the call, silence reclaimed the room. However, this silence was now not only the echo of his thoughts but also a reflection of his control over his mother.
Ethan fixed his gaze back on the ceiling. On one side were the intricate webs of the business world; on the other, this unusual bond in his personal life... Yet he remained the man who managed to hold control over both worlds. His eyes slowly closed; in his mind, the deals to be made at the nightclub and his complex relationship with his mother resonated simultaneously.
Ethan lay comfortably on the bed, listening to Celeste's voice on the other end of the phone. His mother's voice, jealous and possessive, was like a melody he'd been familiar with for years, but one that always both amused him and made him want to control her. Celeste's voice came, softer this time, but always with the shadow of that deep connection underneath:
“I love you, Ethan.”
Ethan's lips curved in a slightly wry smile. Without taking his eyes off the ceiling, he gave his voice a cold yet provocative tone.
“Of course, mom. I know that,” he said. “Who wouldn't love me?”
This answer was met with a few seconds of silence from Celeste. Ethan sensed that she was taking a deep breath and perhaps trying to compose herself. He liked this pressure she was putting on him, this way of twisting Celeste's emotions like a toy in her hands. But deep inside this game, Ethan had his own dark desires and a complex psyche, imagining where this relationship had led.
When Celeste's voice finally came again, it was more cautious but still carried that spark: “Then don't forget to see me tonight, okay?”
Ethan said a short and clear “Bye, Mom” and hung up. But even when the phone screen went black, the echo of that conversation lingered in his mind. The pressure his mother put on him was the root of his demand for authority and obedience to the other women in his life. Celeste was Ethan's first and perhaps most complex “toy” in his life.
She was his first taste of authority and power. Since childhood he had recognized the admiration and jealousy in her eyes and learned to use it to his advantage. Ethan had set his rules for Celeste, as he did for every woman. Her devotion had always been limited and only as much as he wanted was allowed.
But deep down, Ethan dreamed of pushing those boundaries and taking the power his mother had over him even further. That perfect moment when his authority was fully felt, when Celeste was completely obedient. A world where he was dominant, where he was in control of everything and Celeste would only follow his rules...
Ethan sat up slightly in his bed. He still had that look of ego in his eyes. “As he moved to get ready for the night at Crimson Velvet, he was planning how to manage both his business games and his unusual bond with Celeste. Because for Ethan, life was a story written only by winners. And he always wanted to be the author.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWMRqlPzd60
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Ethan sat up slightly in bed after the phone call, as if to clear his thoughts. At that moment, the bathroom door opened and Aurin's silhouette emerged through the steam. Stepping into the cool air of the room in a thin white robe, Aurin tossed her wet hair back slightly and her eyes locked directly on Ethan.
The silence between them said more than words. When Ethan's authoritative and cool gaze intersected with Aurin's confident and relaxed demeanor, an invisible line of tension formed in the room. Aurin took a few steps towards the bed, his cheeks slightly pink with the heat radiating from the bathroom.
“Are you watching me?” he asked. His tone held both innocent curiosity and mild defiance.
Ethan leaned back against the pillow, not taking his eyes off her. His lips curved into his usual arrogant smile. “I'm just enjoying a view,” he said. His voice was both possessive and calm with every word.
Aurin stood in the center of the room, slightly tightening the sash of his robe. “And does this view satisfy you?”
Ethan kept that familiar tension hanging in the air for a while longer with his answer to Aurin's question. His eyes roamed over Aurin's face, watching her every move intently. As if not wanting to break the silence, Aurin moved towards the bed with slow and deliberate steps. The hem of his robe fluttered slightly with each step, vaguely revealing his silhouette under the fine texture of the white fabric in the dim light of the room.
Ethan suddenly changed his mind as he watched Aurin approach. Slowly he straightened up from the bed and stood up. In only his underwear, he stood directly in front of Aurin, his tall, powerful silhouette even more prominent in the dimness of the room. Aurin paused for a moment at this movement, then slowly dropped to her knees in front of Ethan. He lifted his head slightly and looked at her; there was both surrender and deep desire in his eyes. A few drops of water dripped from her wet hair and fell to the floor, the cool drops contrasting with the warm air of the room.
Aurin's lips parted slightly as she traced Ethan's contours from his chest to his groin. “Do you want me to comfort you?” he asked. His tone carried a soft but determined desire, dancing a fine line between innocence and seduction.
Ethan didn't answer the question immediately. He studied Aurin's face, his neck, his shoulders slightly visible under the robe. The way Aurin knelt, the way he looked at him, sent a warm wave through Ethan's skin. The arrogant smile at the corner of his lips softened for a moment, but the authority in his eyes was still dominant. “Are you sure I want to?” he said, his voice deep and controlled, echoing through the room.
Aurin smiled slightly, as if accepting the challenge. Instead of answering, he chose to speak through his actions. He leaned forward slightly on his knees and approached Ethan's groin, his lips first placing a gentle kiss on the skin. Ethan's muscles tensed slightly at the contact, but he was still content to watch Aurin. Aurin's kisses were soft and exploratory at first, each one creating a small vibration in Ethan's body. His fingers lightly touched the edge of Ethan's underwear, but without haste, savoring the moment.
Then, Aurin's lips moved more decisively. She looked at him with that desiring gaze for a while longer, before taking Ethan's manhood into her mouth. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she began to suck Ethan's hardening manhood. His movements were rhythmic and controlled, Ethan's breathing deepening a little with each touch. Aurin's wet hair brushed against Ethan's legs, his skin glistening in the dim light through the open collar of the robe.
Ethan bowed his head slightly as he stood, but did not take his eyes off Aurin. Her kneeling form, her submissive seductiveness, awakened that possessive urge in him. With one hand he reached for Aurin's hair, his fingers running through the wet strands, gently guiding them. His other hand rested freely at his side, but the slight clench of his fist betrayed an effort to maintain control. The silence gave way to Ethan's controlled but increasingly intense breaths and the light, rhythmic sounds falling from Aurin's lips.
This moment between them was not just a physical contact; it was also an exchange of power, the reestablishment of a bond. Aurin seemed to be submitting to Ethan's authority, but he was also asserting his own power by being able to influence him in this way. Ethan accepted this game, but did not relinquish control completely. The plans for “Crimson Velvet” had been pushed to the furthest corner of their minds for the moment; now only the two of them, in this room, were caught up in the magic of this moment.
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