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His words hung in the air, making her chest tighten. She moved closer and gently placed a hand on his arm. "Protecting us doesn't mean shutting me out, Benedict."He jerked back, his fingers raking his hair as he grew angsty. "You just don't get it, he whispered, his voice cracking apart. "If I opened my gates and let you inside how much this breaks me; what would then become of me? What sort of husband? What kind of father?Sabrina felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back. “I want someone real,” she said quietly. “Someone who doesn’t have to go through life all by themselves.”He froze at her words, his back to her, his posture rigid. "I can't fail you," he whispered, so quietly she almost didn't hear him.She took a breath, her voice steady despite her wish. "It's not about you not being perfect, Benedict; it's about standing alongside you during the good and during the bad. I don't want to watch you carrying the weight until it is crushing."He shuddered, and she wa
Benedict closed Saben's door quietly, not wanting to make any noise. Sabrina was still smiling at him with this little heart swelling at seeing her child being so tenderly cared for by him. They both smiled and looked at each other to show that they were relieved Saben finally slept after all that commotion in the day. And then they walked down that hallway hand in hand down to Sabrina's room. The house was quiet, the muffled hum of distant rain the only sound as they stepped inside. Sabrina turned on the small lamp, its warm glow filling the room. She sat on the bed, on the side. She was exhausted from everything that happened. Benedict was standing there for a minute or so, when he unbuttoned his jacket and began to loosen the tie as if to undo the tension in the air. Sabrina watched him, her brow furrowed in concern. “You should get some rest,” she said softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of worry. “You’ve been carrying so much today.”Benedict shook his head, his jaw tight
Benedict gave a quiet "Hmmmm," and lightly slid a finger between her now wet lips, across her clit and back up between her lips again.He then brought his finger up to his nose, and deeply inhaled her scent."Ohhhh, I love how you smell Sabrina." He then stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off. "And I love how you taste even more." Benedict added.Then he went right back to massaging her ass."Nooooo, I want your fingers inside me. You are such a tease!" Protested Sabrina.A moment later Benedict put his hands on each cheek and gave a slight shake. Both cheeks jiggled and swayed. It was so simple and almost silly for Benedict, but it was so sexy to see her ass shake and brought him such child-like joy. He then leaned down and gave each cheek a light kiss. Then he spread them apart, showing off her beautiful starfish. He leaned down again and gave her asshole a soft, but broad lick and then a kiss.This brought an immediate reaction from Sabrina. "Mmmmm I like where th
"How bout I give you just a teaser? Just a sample?" Benedict replied"Nooooo!" Said Sabrina, "I need it all."Benedict smiled and responded with, "How about you get what I give you and you don't complain?" "Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, give me what I deserve." Was all Sabrina could get out before Benedict slid the full length of his cock; from tip to base, against her clit, cause her to draw in a deep breath of pleasure. "Ohhhhhh yes, I need more of that!" She moaned. Then Benedict slid back and began to kiss all around her bald pubic mound. Down the inside of her leg and closer and closer to her hot, wetness, until he finally made first contact. He breathed in her scent deeply and just the feel of his hot breath exhaling on her wet lips made her moan."Ohhhh yes, lick me, suck my clit. Please Daddy, put your mouth all over my cunt!" Sabrina said.Benedict couldn't hold himself and gave a soft, broad lick of her slick lips, savoring her taste. He did this again, but deeper and using a curved
Sabrina cried out, "Ohhhh fuck yes! Fuck me hard Benedict! Fuck my dirty little cunt!"And Benedict did just that. He fucked her hard and fast."You like me fucking you like this don't you?" Benedict asked breathlessly"Oh yes! I love when you fuck me hard! My pussy needs this! I need this! Don't you dare stop!" Sabrina moanedBenedict hooked his leg over hers for more leverage and gripped her harder. He didn't think he could get any deeper, but it felt like he was. Deep and hard he thrusted into her. Both of them panting like they were running a 1000 yard sprint."I can't wait to fill you with my cum and lets make a girl." Benedict breathed into her ear.Benedict reached out and found his hand on Sabrina's breast. Her nipple was hard as a rock. He pinched it firmly. It was enough to send Sabrina over the edge. She was whimpering and crying out. A hand frantically grabbed into Benedict's thigh and dug in deep, and her other one went to cover her mouth, hoping to stifle her cries of ple
Next morning, sun streamed through windows across the house to warm with its bright shine. There, an invitation through newly freshly brewed coffee spread around the fragrance as Sabrina padded silently into the living room while her hand lingered in the spot near her neck where Benedict had kissed it overnight. There stood her little son Saben giggling as Wendy was playing around him on the rug; she was chasing him all over around there pretending to be a lion. The front door opened, and Teresa, Benedict's mother, strode in, carrying a basket of freshly baked pastries. Her sharp eyes immediately took in the scene: Saben laughing, Wendy crawling on all fours, and Sabrina with a blush that seemed a little too deep for a casual morning.“Oh, there’s my little angel!” Teresa exclaimed, placing the basket down and swooping in to kiss Saben on the forehead. “You’re growing so fast, my darling.” Then her eyes flicked toward the hallway, where Benedict emerged, still tugging on his shirt and
"Tomorrow sounds good," Teresa interrupted with a teasing grin. "Or maybe next week. That sound good, Sabrina?", she turned toward Sabrina, who from under the table appeared as if the ground were trying to open up to swallow her in an instant. A nervous little giggle broke out at the sound, and she turned her bright red-red cheeks with a grin "I-uh-I reckon Benedict and I need a little talk first."Leila, Sabrina's mother, laughed, her eyes darting between her daughter and Benedict. "Don't let Teresa scare you, dear. But honestly, Benedict," she said with a tilt of her head, "what are you waiting for? You are clearly still in love with each other."Benedict opened his mouth to say something, but Saben had been ready for him, clapping in just the same way Teresa had. "Yeah, Daddy! Let's have a wedding!" His face alight with pure elation. "Can I wear a suit like you? And can we have cake? Mommy loves cake."Sabrina couldn't help but laugh as she reached over to mess up her son's hair pl
They stood like that for some time, swaying each other in each other's embracing arms. But their peace was broken by the fast, small footsteps."Mommy! Daddy!" Saben exploded into the living room, his face aglow with excitement. "Are we gonna have cake today? Nana Teresa said you're getting married right now!"Sabrina and Benedict pulled themselves apart, laughing. Sabrina dropped to her knees to be at Saben's eye-level, her fingers cradling the small face. "Not today, sweetheart," she said softly. "But soon. Very soon.""How soon?" he asked, furrowing his brow with a seriousness that a child alone could possess.Benedict crouched next to Sabrina, ruffling Saben’s hair. “We’ll make sure you’re the first to know, okay? And yes, there will be lots of cake.”“Chocolate?” Saben asked hopefully.“Chocolate,” Benedict promised with a smile.Feeling satisfied with that, Saben threw his arms around both of them squeezing tight. "I love you, Mommy and Daddy."We love you too, dear," Sabrina re
Saben reclined against the soft couch, arms crossed. He wore an unreadable face, but a characteristic tension in his jaws betrayed his irritation. Next to him sat Eliana with her hands in her lap, her fingers quivering with indignation. She was angry. No, worse!Nathaniel Harper had crossed the line—once again.Their parents, Benedict Thompson and Sabrina Auburn, flanked them on either side, their expressions a mix of concern and chilly anger. But the true powers to be had in the room were their grandmothers: Wendy Taylor, the tough-as-nails businesswoman who had built her own empire from scratch; Teresa Thompson, whose lightning-fast thinking and strategic brilliance had taken their family businesses to dizzying new heights; and Leila Auburn, the elegant and calculating matriarch who had seen and survived every kind of business rivalry under the sun.They had all just returned from a month's yacht cruise, anticipating a serene homecoming—only to find themselves welcomed back by yet a
"And you wasted precious time!" Eliana lost it. "You don't make executive choices without me!" Nathaniel shrugged. "You were too slow. I acted."Eliana's face turned red. "Too slow? Do you even listen to yourself? This isn't all about you, Harper! This is about an entire company, employees, deadlines, distributors! You think you can just waltz in here and play God?"Nathaniel's jaw tightened very slightly. "I don't play, Eliana. I win.""Fine. At what cost?" Saben snapped. "Because from my point of view, you're nothing but a self-centered, manipulative—""Enough," Eliana interrupted him, holding up a hand. She turned to look at Nathaniel again, her voice cold now. "Fix it. Whatever you did, fix it. Now."Nathaniel relaxed once more, looking at her. "No."Eliana's eyes grew wide. "Excuse me?"Nathaniel's smile returned, his voice infuriatingly serene. "I told you no. The changes are already implemented, and believe me, they're better. You'll thank me later."Eliana let out a laugh tha
Eliana stormed into Nathaniel's office, her heels snapping ungentlely on the marble floor. She was hot with blood, anger radiating off of her in waves. She slapped a folder onto his desk, making him glance up from behind his papers with an infuriatingly calm face.Nathaniel raised a brow. "Good morning to you, too, Princess."Eliana pointed a finger at the folder. "Explain. Now."Nathaniel reclined in his seat, looking disinterestedly at the folder and then at her glare. "You'll have to be clearer, sweetheart. I ruin plenty of things on purpose or accidentally."Her face tightened. "Don't try to act dumb with me, Harper. You specifically held back the shipment of our primary material, and now the production has fallen behind. Do you understand what that is?!Nathaniel smiled. "That you'll need to count on me even more?"Eliana growled almost. "That we're going to miss deadlines, lose credibility, and cost a small fortune in penalties!"Nathaniel let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, Eliana. S
Eliana's phone beeped on her desk, and she checked the message. Her heart beat rapidly as she read it: Nathaniel Harper had negotiated a exclusive contract with one of their providers for Sabrina Ultra. She felt her anger rising."Are you serious Nathaniel?" she snarled, slamming her hand against the desk. "This is not possible!She stormed into the factory office, her heels clicking in the silence. Nathaniel looked up, surprised. Fury raged inside her, contained almost as she left a thick folder on the desk before Nathaniel Harper.Nathaniel did not even flinch. Nathaniel had not even flinched it rather his back relaxed against his chair. Neatly coiled arms over his chest and still wore that damn same irritating smile on his face. "Well, well. You look disturbed, Princess."Eliana's nails dug into her palms. "You signed an exclusive agreement with our vendors?"Nathaniel nodded his head, playing dumb. "Oh, that? It's business, sweetheart."Her blood pressure came racing up. "Don't yo
Eliana had managed crises for years. Delays in the supply chain, faulty products, high-pressure investor meetings—she'd mastered them all with cold efficiency.Nothing, however, pushed her patience to its limits like Nathaniel Harper.She stood in the middle of the factory floor, arms folded, as employees scrambled around her, checking the five hundred faulty units that had brought the whole schedule into disarray.Nathaniel, naturally, by her side with his telltale smirk, observing everything as if this was his own soap opera."Gotta say, Princess," Nathaniel said, leaning in with a tilt of his head. "I didn't think your business had such a huge screw-up. I thought you had a tight ship."Eliana gritted her teeth. "I do have a tight ship. But even the best operations have hiccups."Nathaniel whistled. "Interesting. Because if this occurred in my firm, heads would already be rolling by now."She glared at him. "We don't fix things by firing people willy-nilly. Unlike some companies, we
He nodded at Nathaniel as he left and then ran for the door. "Good luck getting along with her, Harper."Nathaniel chuckled. "Oh, I don't need luck. I like it."Eliana tossed a napkin in his direction. "Get back to work!"Nathaniel snatched it out of the air. "Yes, boss."As Saben walked through the doors, Nathaniel leaned on the table and observed as Eliana tore into her food."So… gonna thank me for making your day interesting?"Eliana glared at him, face as flat as a board. "I'm going to throw this hot soup at you."Nathaniel grinned, hands up in defeat. "I'll assume that's a no Eliana."Despite her disdain for saying it, Eliana couldn't help but let the tiniest curl of her lips.Because, despite everything—despite the mess, the fights, and the ever-present arguing—she knew something.This war between them?It was hardly over.And maybe, maybe she didn't care at all.Inside the factory, the workers were busy sorting the merchandise for bulk shipment. Cartons of designer handbags we
The next morning, Eliana drove to the Sabrina Ultra plant in front of her car in an ill-temper. She didn't feel like she was up for handling him.After last night's nightmare of the missing shipments—and the horror of having to work alongside Nathaniel Harper—she barely slept at all. Not out of fear. No. But from the smirking man's face and obnoxious voice going round and round in her head like a broken record.She shook her head. Forget it. Concentrate, Eliana.Taking a big breath, Eliana stepped across the factory doors, her shoes clicking on the gleaming concrete floor.And there Nathaniel was.Nathaniel Harper, standing against the loading docks, looking infuriatingly serene with his arms crossed, wearing a sleek navy blue suit that was too handsome for a man so infuriating.The instant he saw her, his signature smirk appeared."Good morning, Princess. Sleep well?"Eliana shook her head. "Not that it's any of yours, but yeah, I did. You know, unlike you, I have a job to get to."
Early the following morning, Eliana drove up to the factory in a crisp navy-blue business suit, her heels clicking against the ground as she got out of the car. Nathaniel was already present, resting against his brand new black sports car, the smile on his face enraging."You're late, Princess," Nathaniel slurred when she got near.Eliana snorted, adjusting her blazer. "I'm on time. Perhaps you're just too early because you have nothing better to do."Nathaniel grinned, jamming his hands into his pockets. "Or perhaps I just enjoy seeing you hurry about like a madwoman."She shot him a look. "I wasn't panicking.""Refresh your memory, of course," he announced, pushing open the factory door with a flourish and bowing courtly. "After you, Your Grumpiness Royal."Eliana raised an eyebrow but trailed behind, surrounded by the smell of leather and whine of machinery whirring. Laborers scurried to prepare the newest shipping line out into the world.She strolled along the assembly line, taki
Eliana opened the door to her family mansion with a push of the front entrance, fatigue sitting upon her as heavily as an anchor. The moment she set foot inside, home enveloped her in welcome comfort—the scent of food preparation, the muted hum of television, and laughter spilling through from the living room. And then, suddenly, someone hailed."And there she is—the great Eliana Thompson, grumpy and emitting the aura of a thousand boardroom battles." Eliana groaned. No way. Sprawled on the couch was her elder brother Saben, a bowl of popcorn between his knees, a really smug grin dawning upon his face."Not now, Saben," snarled Eliana, kicking her heels off and massaging her temples. Oh no, no, no," Saben said, sitting up."I need to know what happened. You look like you've been through a war… and lost." Eliana gave him a glare. "For your information, I did fight a war, and I am winning." Saben shoved a piece of popcorn into his mouth and smirked."Uh-huh. And does this war include a