"What… what the hell?" she whispered.
She looked back at Ross, her heart pounding. But he didn't seem surprised. In fact, he was watching her, amusent flickering in his gaze.
"You're finally noticing," he murmured, tilting his head slightly.
Rachel's breath ca in shallow gasps. "What… what is this?"
Ross exhaled a soft laugh, running a hand up her back.
"Reality is a fragile thing, Rachel," he murmured. "And sotis… it bends for ."
A chill ran down her spine.
"What does that an?" she whispered.
Ross only smiled.
And suddenly, the world around them… resud.
The sounds of laughter, the splashing of water, the conversations—all returned as if nothing had ever happened.
Rachel whipped her head around, her mind reeling. Had she imagined it? A hallucination? A trick?
But Ross was still watching her, his smirk never fading.
Rachel swallowed.
She had always known Ross was a man full of secrets. But now, for the first ti, she wondered—just how much of what she thought she knew was real?
And more importantly…
Who, or what, was Ross really?
Rachel wanted to think. She wanted to process everything—what she had just witnessed, what it ant, and most of all, who Ross truly was.
But before she could follow that train of thought, his voice cut through the haze of her mind.
"No more lies," Ross murmured, his voice deep, steady, and absolute.
Then, he kissed her again.
There was sothing different about this kiss—sothing raw and consuming. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a claim, a silent vow that demanded her full surrender.
His lips moved against hers with purpose, coaxing, teasing, possessing. His hands road her body with an intimacy that sent a shiver down her spine, tracing her curves as if morizing every inch of her.
Rachel barely had ti to think before she found herself lost in him.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressing closer instinctively, seeking more—needing more.
He responded instantly, his grip tightening, his control slipping just enough to reveal the depth of his hunger.
The world around them no longer existed.
The laughter and chatter from the pool faded into the distance. The lingering questions, the eerie stillness she had witnessed monts ago, all beca insignificant.
All that remained was Ross.
A gasp left her lips as he lifted her effortlessly, his strength undeniable, his intentions clear.
And then, there was only sensation.
The heat of his body against hers. The way his lips traced a burning path down her neck. The possessive way his hands gripped her hips.
Rachel's mind, which had been so determined to question him, betrayed her completely.
She couldn't think anymore—not when pleasure crashed over her in waves, making her gasp and moan, making her body tremble under his relentless touch.
The sound of flesh eting flesh echoed in the air, raw and unabashed. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her, every movent pulling her deeper into ecstasy.
Ross was unrelenting.
He devoured her, body and soul, until there was nothing left of her thoughts—nothing but him, nothing but this intoxicating pleasure that stole her breath away.
Rachel vaguely realized that she should be thinking about what had just happened, about the unnatural way ti had seed to freeze, about the unsettling power Ross might possess.
She knew she would have questions later.
She knew she would have doubts.
But not now.
Now, there was only this mont.
Now, there was only the way he made her feel—utterly consud, utterly his.
And she surrendered to it completely.
***
"All's well that ends well. Hehehe." Ross chuckled to himself, a rare mont of amusent as he reflected on his life.
His empire had grown beyond even his expectations, and with each passing day, his influence seed to stretch further, touching more lives across the globe.
Rachel had tried to dig deeper, to uncover the full extent of his power, but as always, he kept his cards close to his chest.
Ross had never been one to indulge in the full truth, especially when there was still so much fun to be had with the mystery. Why reveal everything now when the ga had just begun?
He moved through his days effortlessly, helping those in need through his supermarket chains and the Oakley Foundation.
His reach was global—ergency aid, dical supplies, housing for displaced families, and educational programs—his foundation was everywhere.
The world saw Ross as a philanthropist, a savior, but behind his magnanimous persona, his plans remained far grander than anyone could guess.
Today was another routine interview, but one he had agreed to with a bit more enthusiasm. He'd been surrounded by power brokers, billionaires, and world leaders, but this journalist… she was different.
Her charm was undeniable, and the way she asked her questions made him wonder just how much she understood of his true capabilities.
"Thank you for granting us this interview, Mr. Oakley," the beautiful woman said as she adjusted her microphone. Her smile was warm but professional, and her eyes sparkled with both admiration and curiosity.
"It's my pleasure," Ross replied smoothly, flashing a smile that could charm anyone. "It's always a delight to speak with a lovely woman like you." He was not beyond flirting especially on live tv.
Ross basked in the attention of all peoples.
"I'll take that as a complint, Mr. Oakley," she responded with a small laugh, her tone light and teasing.
"Now, let's dive into the big question that's on everyone's mind. People all over the world have expressed their gratitude for the Oakley Foundation's work. From providing disaster relief to funding educational initiatives in impoverished areas, your impact is undeniable."
She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as if she were about to reveal a secret.
"This begs the question that has been circulating everywhere: Are you running in the next presidential election, Mr. Oakley? Will you take the lead and restore this nation to greatness?"
A laugh escaped Ross's lips, soft but knowing. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with amusent.
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