Ace’s POV Angel’s twinkling eyes glared into mine, her lips weighing heavy on her from the passionate smooch we just shared. Nonchalantly, I forced my fingers in between her hand, and she welcomed me.Once we were holding each other tightly, I stood on my two's and helped her up, then we walked hand in hand to the hotel.The sexual anticipation lingering in the air could be told from her face, and the glances we kept stealing at each other. I for one was fighting my demons as usual, at the realization that this moment would’ve been better yet lived by my brother. At least he could do something in the bedroom!I held the door behind as she walked in ahead of me, then shut it slowly once we were in. She strutted towards the bed, swaying her hips from one side to the other, such that I found myself drooling at her figure. She pivoted to face me. Seductively, she dropped her coat to her toes; revealing a silhouette of perfectly exhibitioned tiny but voluptuous figure with very soft
Lulu's POVJeremy's eyes darkened. I swallowed a lump at the epiphany that this was the same man I fell in love with and married all those years ago.He let out a huge sigh, and spewed venom at my face, but breaking my heart instead.“Sarah is not my daughter!” “What?!” I whispered, my voice breaking.“Yes!” He snarled. “I doubt she's ever my own blood!” My blinks prolonged. I searched for words behind the blanks of my eyelids, but in vain.“Tell me the truth Lulu. It's been over twenty years, nothing can change now. But the truth would give me closure.” There he was, the love of my life shooting arrows at me, one after another.“Jeremy,” I sighed. “What are you saying? Sarah is our daughter, why would you even I'd do something like that to you?” One hand stood on the invisible hip bone, while the other one covering his mouth as he heaved.Baring his teeth, he heralded boldly:“It's that colleague of yours, right? The one who took you out on dates under the pretext of work dinners
Sarah's POV“Please hear me out!” Lulu pleaded, locking her palms together.“I already heard you the first time, and I'm not sure I want to do it again.” I snapped, taking Garry's hand into mine. Hand in hand, he supported me as we headed towards the door, turning our backs on mom's sobs.“I was a selfish mother!” She screamed from behind us in a breaking voice, and we halted abruptly.I closed my eyes and inhaled.She continued: “I shouldn't have treated you like you were nothing. You needed a mother and a best friend, but I turned a cold shoulder. I am really sorry for making you feel like an outcast all your life, and above all, I am really, really, deeply sorry for celebrating your biggest loss. It haunts me to this day that being a mother, I celebrated another mother's lo…” “God, mom!” I whispered under my breath, cutting short her dramatic speech. My head shook from one side to the other as I stared at her putting on an act. She held out her hands, as though she was holding a
Ace’s POVAngel sat beside me, looking out through the window. I couldn't quite tell her expression as she had her head slightly facing away from me, and my eyes mainly concentrated on the road. I cleared my throat and commenced a conversation after prolonged silence.“Thank you!” I uttered shortly.“It's alright!” She returned the same energy. There I was, having thought she was absent-minded but the whole time she may have been reading every ounce of my breath.I sucked my lips and arched one eyebrow, as my hands steered gently on the wheel. It was the first time I found myself experiencing difficulties in talking to her. “Although, I don't see why you did that,” I mumbled, my eyes on the road. “I mean, considering our history till now, and the nature of our relationship.” I stole a glance at her upon saying, and focused my eyes back on the road.Blankly, she responded. “It's alright!” “I mean it, though. Thank you!” I yakked.“It's alright!” She snapped. For the third time in
Angel’s POV We finished dining and wining, courtesy of me, and all that was left lingering in the air was silence as we stared at each other. My husband wore an inquisitive expression on his face. I knew exactly what was going on inside his rocky mind, but I struck not to say anything until he did. Rather not to say anything until he fell asleep. “Did I tell you thanks? For the food?” He pondered from across the table, picking his teeth.I sighed softly, running my tiny hands on the table.“Well, you didn't. But I will take the question as appreciation for my good cooking!” “Mmh. Thank you!” He mumbled, before a heavy yawn interrupted his precedented continuation.He frowned at it. It was too early for his bed time, almost three hours!He flashed a scornful but inquisitive look at me, which I responded with a clueless arch of the eyebrows.“What?!” I asked, holding my hands up in the air.“Angel,” he mumbled, roaring. “Why am I yawning?” “I don't know, probably jet lag. I'm feeli
Angel’s POV“Should I go ahead?” My husband’s deep and dreamy voice whispered with a soft sigh into my ear.I nodded with a groan, not knowing if I should scream or hold my composure as his finger made rounds under my panties, driving me to insurmountable pleasure. His other hand supported my waist from my hubd back.Panting, he thrusted his finger inside me.“Ah!” I gasped.‘God! Not this again!’ I cried in my mind.He had pushed and pulled thrice before I interrupted.“Uhm, wait!” I demanded, wearing a piss.“What?!” I let out a sigh, fixing my clothes.“Can you just fuck me the right way?” With a dead stare at my face, he hissed, with no single vibration of bother in his voice.“Angel, it's this or nothing!” “But…” He interrupted my nag by pulling me to his chest. His warm breath hit my face gently, calming me down from my horny rage.I let him have his way with me using his finger, and slowly but surely, I gave in to the moans which had been building up. Although I didn't ‘co
Ace’s POVHurriedly, I tiptoed to my car as soon as I put the phone back into my pocket. I hadn't even bothered to wash my fingers that just performed the holy work. Without wasting any time, I accelerated onto the highway to my father's house. When I arrived there, he was sitting with Lulu by the dining table, sipping on wine. It seemed as though they had just had dinner, even though the table was already clean of plates to back that.“Good evening, father and mother!” I stuttered. My pacing heart had interfered with the flow of my voice.Lulu rolled her eyes and took a large gulp. The gesture alone was enough to signal me the issue was bigger than I had imagined.“Son, sit down!” Jeremy demanded. His tone, although stiff, had a low, scared essence to it.Reluctantly, I put my gluteus maximus against the soft suede of the dining chair.“You heard what I said on the phone, right?” Jeremy groaned.My heart sank. I didn't have a word in me to answer him. Or rather, them.“You're not
Sarah’s POV At the top of my mind, I wanted to excuse Angel's behavior for the effect of the heavy medication she might have been on. I picked up my phone and started typing.“‘You need to tell me everything!” And reluctantly, I tapped send, before I struck to send a follow-up that would convince her. “‘If we’re going to be working together, then I need to know everything. Your husband is not who he seems to be!” And sent.Or maybe I should've left out the last part? I pondered to myself, but the message was already sent. I waited impatiently, shaking my legs nervously.My husband found me holding my phone in my hand, my leg stomping up and down anxiously. He had a few things in his hand that had to go into the suitcase as he’d started packing for our Maldives trip.“Babe!” He called out, putting them away and making his way to me. I moved aside to create space for him to sit beside me.He drew his pants and bumped against the bed, then retrieved the phone from my hand. After read