Bound by Daylight with Her Desire

Beep! Beep! Beep!

 Waking up is the absolute worst.

 Ugh! I groggily reached over to silence the alarm and reluctantly got out of bed. Making my way to the bathroom, I couldn't help but admire its luxurious features; a walk-in steam shower, an oversized jacuzzi jetted tub, a separate dressing area, and high-end fixtures.

 I live in one of my dad's prized penthouses, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows, expansive outdoor balconies, and all the perks.

I'm the heir to our family business.

 I have three close friends, all guys; Max, Lucas, and Carlos. We've been friends since high school.

 After my shower, I headed back to my bedroom, which is incredibly spacious with walk-in closets and sliding glass doors leading to a private balcony.

I quickly selected my outfit for the day; I had planned it out the night before so getting dressed was a breeze.

 Today, I opted for a sleek black three-piece suit, accessorized with my trusty Rolex and black Oxford shoes. I put on my perfume as well before running my hand through my short dark hair then I made my way out of the room.

 Passing through the living room with its cozy fireplace and elegant decor, I locked up the house, grabbing my phone, keys and briefcase.

Living in a penthouse means having your own private elevator; a small luxury that never gets old.

 Ding!

The elevator chimed, signaling my arrival at the car park.

Making my way to where I parked, I found Marcus, my personal driver, already waiting for me.

  "Good morning, ma'am . Hope you slept well?" Marcus greeted me warmly.

 "My sleep was interrupted, Marcus, and I'd prefer to drive myself today, thank you," I replied, reaching for the car key.

 "But, ma," he hesitated.

 "Marc, I insist that you take a break from driving me every morning. It's your daughter's birthday, isn't it? Spend the day with Clara instead. I'll drive myself back home and tell her that I owe her a birthday gift," I suggested with a smile, catching him off guard.

 Concerned, he inquired about my father. "W-w-what about your father?" he stammered.

 Taking the keys from his hand, I walked towards the driver's seat.

 "I'm perfectly capable of driving myself, Marcus. My father knows that, and I'm not as spoiled as Ria, so don't worry about him," I reassured him.

 Ria, my younger sister, tends to think the world revolves around her.

 "Thank you very much, ma’am ," Marcus responded gratefully.

 "And stop with the 'ma,' you're old enough to be my uncle. Call me Alexis or Alex, please," I insisted.

 "You're so kind, thank you very much," Marcus replied, visibly relieved.

 With a light-hearted salute, I entered the car, ready to take the wheel.

"You're welcome, sir. Have a pleasant day," I concluded, acknowledging our roles with respect and appreciation.

 As I drove, my phone rang, and to my annoyance, it was my best friends inviting me for a group call. I

'm typically not a fan of talking on the phone while driving, especially with this particular trio whom I affectionately refer to as a bunch of douchebags.

 Despite my reservations, I begrudgingly answered the call, fully aware that it might not end well.

 "I'm on my way to work, you guys know that, right?" I reminded them as I picked up the call and placed it on loud speaker.

 "Yeah, and I'm a lazy asshole who doesn't have work to do," Carlos responded sarcastically.

 "Whatever, asshole," I retorted.

 "Hey, ease up, guys. It's too early for your shenanigans. My head's still pounding from last night," Max chimed in, known for his party-loving ways.