Teresa sat in the living room of her house in the quiet darkness of the evening, a glass of wine sitting untouched on the table before her. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall filled the only remaining silence in the room, but in her mind, there was no silence; she had just gotten off the phone with Benedict, and the finalized divorce news still weighed at the center of her heart.She loved Sabrina like her daughter. She had always seen in Sabrina all the warmth, kindness, and grace she had hoped for in a daughter-in-law. Now, it was all gone. Sabrina was taken out of their family, and with her, the future of that grandchild becomes worrisome.Teresa took the wine glass, but did not drink from it. She simply let her eyes lose themselves in the space inside the glass as if lost in a thought. Sabrina came from humble beginnings. Teresa knew that raising a child on her own, without the security of having Benedict, without the financial backing that protecting and advancing her fami
Sabrina was a thousand miles away from everything Benedict knew. For her, Paris was an refuge, a place of peace, of healing. The city had wrapped arms of surprise around her, and she had thrown herself into work, into a life for herself and her child.But despite all these new beginnings, there were still moments when loneliness crept in. The desire for the family she would have once wanted, for Benedict. She still loved him, despite everything. She couldn't help but return that love she had for him, no matter what. But the pain of betrayal, of simply being treated as an afterthought in their lives, was too deep to handle. Thus, she left.Now, as the due date approached, Sabrina started thinking about the future—not the one she had envision with Benedict, but one she was going to create on her own, for her child.Her baby deserved better than a broken home. Her baby deserved love, security, and a family, even if it wasn't the one she once hoped for.But as much as Sabrina wanted to sl
Standing there, with the outside world slowly fading away from her, Sabrina felt an intensity of clarity beyond anything she had ever felt. The dim hum of hospital monitors and the soft glow of lights emanating into her window from the city were all muted by the profound silence of the moment. She clutched Saben close, his small body warm against her chest, soft breaths a reassuring reminder of the life she had made—one that depended entirely upon her.Her heart swelled as she studied his delicate features. His tiny hands curled into fists, his lashes brushing against his rosy cheeks, and the faint hint of a smile that tugged at his lips even in sleep. He was perfect. A pure, untainted blessing born from the chaos of her past. In his innocent face, she saw her strength, her resilience, reflected back at her."I have everything I will ever need, that's you, my baby," she whispered, her voice shaking with a mixture of thankfulness and determination. Pressing her lips to his soft forehea
Her words seemed logical, but only made it worse for Benedict. He closed his eyes, and visions of Sabrina danced through his mind: the way she used to wait for him every night, her hopeful eyes, the quiet strength she had always shown despite his coldness. In fact, he had not only lost Sabrina but driven her away.And the baby," Teresa said quietly, her voice trembling a little. "Can't help but think about Benedict, my grandchild. They must be out there somewhere, growing and living.and I cannot even see them, know them.Her words were like a knife cutting through him. Benedict straightened, his jaw compressing. He didn't even want to admit it, but he had avoided thinking about the child. The possibility of fatherhood was something he'd just settled for another day. Now, seeing that his child was out there, it became an awful emptiness."I never thought I'd say this," Teresa continued, her voice heavy with emotion, "but I'm angry with you, Benedict. Angry that you let this happen. Sab
The weight of his promise settled over him, heavier than the silence that had enveloped his life since Sabrina left. The city below pulsed with life, oblivious to his turmoil, a stark contrast to the emptiness he felt within. He knew that simply finding her wouldn't be enough. He would have to prove to Sabrina that he had changed—not with words, but through his actions.And the hours bled into one another as his mind replayed every moment he'd failed her and every time he'd dismissed her love and every time she waited for him, only to find him indifferent to it all.The regret was suffocating. And it was fuel.He rose from his chair, took up a notepad, and began jotting down ideas-ways to rebuild what he'd broken. He would find Sabrina, but when he did he would not be the man she left behind. He would be the man she and their child deserved.Across the ocean, Sabrina sat in the nursery she set up for Saben, rocking him gently in her arms. Gently lit with the nightlight, the room was w
Three years had gone by since Sabrina left, and Benedict channeled all his energy into his work, determined to rebuild everything he'd lost. His company, which nearly collapsed, was slowly regaining its reputation and steadily climbing back to where it once was. This was a blur of meetings, contracts, and late nights in the office. The work was grueling but kept him focused, drowning out the ache in his chest that had never quite gone away.But no matter how much he repeated to himself that success was enough, it was not. He still woke up in the middle of the night haunted by the memory of Sabrina's face-the look she gave when leaving with their child. His son, Saben—he was turning two now, and Benedict had never been able to hold him, to tell him he loved him or see his first steps. Being without his son was a pain he could not think about too much without going over the edge into despair.His office was now filled with documents, ledgers, and new partnership proposals. His team was w
Clara had closed the door behind her before Benedict stood there transfixed, staring out the window. The city spread beneath him, lights catching like glistening jewels at the possibility that opened before him now. Clara's words struck in his mind like a sharp ragged knife cutting through the noise in his head.He couldn't erase the mistakes of the past. The guilt, the lost opportunities, the broken promises, were part of him now, but they defined who he could still become. And Sabrina - the love, the passion, the child he'd never met - all the memories and feelings she invoked stirred something deep within him.He had been hiding behind his work for years, building walls around himself, convinced that success and money would fill in the hole inside. But Clara made him see reality-nothing could replace what he lost. Nothing could bring him peace but a chance at making things right. His phone was ringing inside his pocket, startling him out of his dreaminess. He pulled it out, his fi
Meanwhile, in the sleek, modern office of BMX Estates, Benedict was lost in mountains of paperwork. The hustle and bustle of the corporate world circled around him, but his mind was not squarely here. His focus, sharp as ever, was split between the financials and the constant stream of meetings, but there was an underlying heaviness in his chest that no business deal could lift.He looked up at the clock, the hands ticking by as he bullied through emails, calls, and strategy plans for the next quarter. His company was thriving again, the damage of old slowly but surely being repaired. Still, no matter how successfully he was rewriting the story of his business again, there was a hole he couldn't ignore.Whenever, his mind seemed to wander back to Sabrina—to the contours of her face, the sound of her laughter, how she had kept him pieced together even when he didn't deserve it. How she had loved him for all his mistakes and flaws. She was everything to him, and now years have come and
The scent of sex and their sleep surrounds them as they wake this early morning. His face circled by its golden glow. His handsome blue eyes hidden from her by those eyelids closed in sleep. He shift and the eyes open for an instant giving her a glimpse of her soul. "Good morning my love." Then their lips come together to express the passion still present from last night. As they approach him and lift her leg over his, the passion intensifies. The kiss deepens, gets harder, and stronger. The need in their bodies and souls intensifies with each passing moment."I love you, Sab." He say, as he moves his lips to bite on her ear lobe. Down to her neck, sucking on it hard so that there is a big mark, for everyone to notice. Then to the area where her neck and her shoulder would connect. He bite lightly and blow on it, seeing her shiver."Benedict I love you" She whisper, as she bring her hips nearer to him. He bend down and kiss the peaks of her breasts, and She press his head nearer to he
She had chosen her outfit accordingly, thinking of all the conversations they had had about what would be under that dress, which always ended up with them making love until they both cried out in passion. She wasn't going to disappoint him.Benedict was disappointed as he lifted the satin skirt as high as it would go to reveal her entire lower body to him.....panties....he had thought she go commando for her wedding.She moaned and shifted her hips on the bed as he kissed her thighs, first outer, then teasingly, tantalisingly slowly moving to her inner thighs. She gasped as Benedict’s warm breath crept through her lace panties and warmed her hardened clit. He was so near, yet so far. Instinctively she parted her thighs to attract him to where she wanted him to be, and that’s when she heard him moan, a deep beautiful sound from the depths of his throat which conveyed his arousal and heightened hers. Of course, she thought, he's only just realised they're crotch-less."Hmmmm ..so good"
The reception at the Thompson Estate was nothing short of enchanting. The garden was lit up with sparkling fairy lights, giving off a soft, warm light. White rose-covered tables filled the air with their sweet scent. Hanging over the dance floor was a stunning chandelier that sparkled, its crystals shining with the golden starlight.Laughter, music, and sheer happiness filled the magical air.Benedict and Sabrina held hands at the head table, feeling the warmth of each other's palms, a silent promise communicated by their grasp. Hostess Penelope rapped her champagne glass with a spoon, calling attention to the assembly. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us toast the couple!"The crowd applauded as Penelope swept her arm wide, a wicked glint in her eye. "To the bride and groom; may their love be as beautiful as this wedding and their fights as memorable as their stubbornness!"The room erupted in laughter.Michael, the best man to Benedict, grinned. "And may Benedict finally learn to say he'
Benedict scooped her up into his arms, and she squealed. "Our wedding night."She laughed from her mouth as he walked her toward the grand entrance of their mansion. Their guests were still partying in the distance, but at that moment, it was only the two of them, walking into the rest of their lives together.And when the last fireworks illuminated the sky behind them, Sabrina Auburn Thompson knew—this was the start of their forever.The villa, inside, was even more breathtaking. There was a lavish living room with windows that went all the way up to the ceiling overlooking the sea. The bed was covered in warm candlelight, rose petals scattered all over.Sabrina laughed at Benedict with a taunting smile. "Romantic much?"He grinned, drawing her into his arms. "It's our wedding night. I thought I'd splurge."She rested her hands on his chest. "Well, Mr. Thompson, you have succeeded."His eyes flashed with something darker, something deeper. "Do you have any idea how much I love you Sa
The sun's golden rays were peeping through the silk curtains of the penthouse suite. The soft breeze would move those sheer drapes and waft through with fresh rose buds and peonies, which were quite favored by Sabrina.“Benedict…”A groggy hum was all she got in response.She smiled, leaning down to whisper into his ear, “Wake up, Mr. Thompson. Today’s the day you make me officially yours.”Benedict groaned before turning over, pulling her down with him. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, trapping her against his chest. “Can’t we stay in bed a little longer? We can get married here.”Sabrina laughed, pressing a playful kiss to his nose. “If you don’t wake up now, your mother, my grandmother, and the entire world will come looking for you. And trust me, Wendy Taylor in full wedding mode is not something you want to deal with.”At the mention of her formidable godmother, Benedict sighed dramatically before finally opening his eyes. He gazed at her—his soon-to-be wife—his expressi
She need his cock. she need him in her. She need him to stretch her and fill her and leave a bit of himself in her. She use her fingers to ease his boxers down, and he lifts his hips slightly so she can get them off. When they are off, he settles back in and she treated to her first glimpse of his firm member. It is just the right size, just the right width, with a glistening drop of juice at its tiny hole. She kiss her way down his stomach and, with a feather light lick across his tip, She take the salty juice. She must continue to lick the tip, licked the v beneath his prick, then circling, rubbing her tongue all over the tip just the way she know he likes it.Then she begin to suck just the head into her mouth. she squeeze her lips tightly around him, and slide forward, inch, by inch, by inch, slowly, maddeningly, until his pubic hair is tickling her nose. Then she hold her position and just suck, running her tongue up and down him and feeling how hard he is as the sensations insid
Benedict stopped in his tracks, his grip tightening slightly. His expression turned deadly serious, eyes locking onto hers.“Not technically, Sabrina. Always.”Her heart skipped a beat.She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the collar of his suit. “You’re really serious about this whole forever thing, huh?”He didn’t blink. “Dead serious.”She felt her throat tighten, emotion swelling inside her.Just a few years ago, she never would have imagined this. Never would have thought that Benedict Thompson, the once-cold, arrogant CEO, would be looking at her like she was his entire universe.And yet, here they were.She grinned, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “I like you when you’re all possessive.”Benedict laughed deep inside. "Oh, sweetheart. You haven't seen possessive yet."His penthouse and ride back remained silent, albeit filled with feelings unspoken in words.Through the entire car ride, he held her hand and occasionally swept his thumb to caress across her skin for him
Supposedly, on the night preceding the wedding was to be just a very formal and dignified affair. Nice dinner, little wine, fun with close family and friends—it was supposed to be all rather like Sabrina had always seen it.Forget one important fact.She's friends with Penelope.So nothing goes quite as planned.A Surprise to RememberThe suite was decked up with pink and gold balloons, twinkling fairy lights, and a huge banner reading Bride to Be across the door. Champagne, cupcakes, and party favors lay atop a table.Sabrina was suspicious.Everything seemed too… normal.Then the music changed.A deep bass vibrated through the room.The lights dimmed.And then—A man walked in.Not just any man.A muscular, oiled-up, practically shirtless man.Sabrina's jaw dropped.The dancer was wearing a black bow tie, tight dress pants, and absolutely nothing else. He had a confident smirk as he stalked toward her.“Oh. My. God.” Sabrina covered her mouth. “Penelope, what did you do?”Penelope,
He stopped, the burden of his emotions crushing him down. "I thought—"He sucked in a deep breath and tried to ruffle his hair. "I don't know what I thought."Sabrina looked at him for a moment, then motioned toward the house. "Come inside."Morales frowned. "Why would I?""Because standing outside in the dark like a villain from a soap opera isn't helping anyone," she said dryly. "And because… I think you need closure."He laughed, a bitter sound. "Closure? My sister is dead, Sabrina."Her eyes didn't blink. "I know. And I also know that holding onto this anger won't bring her back."Morales clenched his fists. He did not want to hear this. He wanted to hold onto the anger. Anger against the Thompsons, against Benedict, against the world that continued living and seemed to forget Clara was buried underground.But deep down… he knew she was right.The inside of the house was hot and cozy, but Morales was like a burglar.Teresa eyed him warily, Wendy remained composed but observant, an