Simon was a seasoned teaser of his brother, but even he could not overlook the tender feelings Christine seemed to harbor for Hunter, nor the adoration her son showed for his sibling. Simon understood he must act quickly or risk losing any opportunity he might have. He believed that the key to Christine's heart lay with her child — a notion he imagined applied universally to all mothers. So, a stroke of genius came to him, a grand surprise designed to win over the young boy. His heart pounded as he watched Christine savoring her coffee. He had asked her to meet for breakfast before work and she had agreed. When he had moved out, she never bid him goodbye, she was too caught up in the sorrow of Hunter's departure and Ethan's outbursts. "I have a surprise for you." Simon's sly smirk and the playful glint in his eyes prompted a mixture of curiosity and anxiety within her. She arched an eyebrow at him. "Do tell." "I've booked us a trip to Disneyland California for the weekend. We're
A tidal wave of fear and shock surged through her, causing her heart to pound wildly in her chest as she met his gaze. She was held captive in this mesmerizing stare for a heartbeat, before succumbing to the magnetic pull of his kiss. Her lips fervently sought his in a dance as old as time itself, driven by a hunger that yearned for satiation. Her fingers wove into his hair at the nape of his neck, anchoring herself to him, as if he was her sole lifeline in a storm. The world around them blurred into insignificance as his hands embarked on a daring journey beneath the soft fabric of her clothing. Claiming her thighs with a firm grip, his fingers inched torturously closer to her center, now slick with a desire that echoed the rhythm of her throbbing pulse. In that moment, they were wrapped in a bubble of intimacy, untouched by reality. The electric energy between them danced in the air, making the moment feel suspended in time, filled with magic and anticipation. A surge of guilt, sw
Hunter gazed at her, a devious smirk appearing on his face, while she responded with an enraged glare. "So here are the keys for the honeymoon suite," the receptionist added; Hunter chuckled as soon as the word 'honeymoon' reached his ears. "Please follow the concierge to your accommodation." He was well aware that there must have been some mix-up with the reservation. Christine wouldn't have done it on purpose, but he welcomed the mistake. Things were bound to become interesting, one way or another. To say she was annoyed would be an understatement; she was absolutely fuming with rage. Ethan would receive an earful when she got back. This time she wouldn't let it simply pass. She had to put a limit to his manipulations. He was only 5 years old, for God's sake. Despite his superior IQ for a child, he should still act his age. They were soon led to their suite, accompanied by a rather gorgeous woman in her late twenties, whose uniform hugged her body nicely, accentuating her allurin
Cornered, she found herself retreating until her back was cruelly met with the unyielding wall. His figure towered over her, an intimidating shadow boxing her in. A silent war of locked gazes ignited between them, sparking a wildfire of heat that was both unwanted and irresistible. It ignited a ravenous hunger within her, threatening to consume her in its tantalizing and delicious flames. Time itself seemed to bend to their will, stretching and slowing until each moment was an intoxicating torture. Their surroundings blurred and faded into nothingness, the world beyond their charged sphere nonexistent. Seconds danced by, their throbbing silence setting a frenzied rhythm to their hammering hearts. Caught in the storm of inner chaos, she waged a fierce battle to maintain her facade of calm. It was a struggle within herself, straining every fiber of her being to mask the earth-shattering impact of his proximity. But her body was a traitor; her knees buckled, and a longing, an ache cryin
Christine engaged in a lengthy phone conversation with Ethan and Loukas, carefully avoiding mentioning the room incident, despite her little angel's persistent curiosity about the hotel. His nosiness couldn't be more apparent. She was resolved to administer some form of punishment upon returning home, but for now, her only method of discipline was to deny him the satisfaction he sought. She had to admit, he was quite the schemer. A part of her felt an odd sense of pride in his intelligence, even though her secrets were perilously close to being exposed. She had to outsmart him at any cost. Her message inbox was brimming with texts from Simon, offering apologies for his immature behavior. No one could deny his childishness, but could she truly blame him? His instincts were unsettlingly accurate. She might call him tomorrow for a chat, but first, she needed to mentally prepare for spending the night in the same room as his brother. Hunter pondered if Christine would join him for a d
Hunter's eyes widened in shock upon noticing the caller ID and even more upon observing the sudden shift in Christine's demeanor. Reality struck like a thunderbolt, transforming her from a woman consumed by primal desire to one filled with immediate outrage in a mere split second. The lust in her eyes was swiftly replaced by a blend of disbelief and indignation. Despite her struggles to resist, she had succumbed to temptation. Martha had inadvertently spared her from a dire mistake, but she felt anything but saved. She was, for all intents and purposes, devastated. However, she was unable to pinpoint the exact origin of her tumultuous emotions. Was it due to her momentary lapse in judgement, or because they hadn't seen their intimate encounter to its conclusion? Or perhaps, was it the stark realization that they never would? If it were the latter, that revelation would remain her closely guarded secret. "Please remove yourself," she demanded, her voice thick with unspoken emotion.
"Well, wouldn't you just love to know that?" He retorted playfully. There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, before Martha responded. "Actually, yes, I would. I'm curious to know who this woman is, who's willing to involve herself with a man she presumes to be married. You haven't broken our agreement, I trust?" He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I haven't." "So she's the kind who would throw herself at a married man then?" Hunter's irritation mounted by the second. Martha's probing questions were pushing him to the edge. "I don't owe you any explanations. And let's not forget who's truly responsible for our divorce." When he'd married her, he'd been in love. But she hadn't turned out to be the woman he thought she was. Her demeanor changed subtly day by day until he couldn't recognize the woman he had married. It felt as if she'd been wearing a masterfully designed mask the whole time. In fact, she might have been. His most cherished memory of her was from their w
For Christine, motherhood took precedence over all else. It was her first, second, and third priority, with everything else demoted to a distant fourth. Being separated from her son was a heartache she never enjoyed, even if Ethan could be a handful - a trait that seemed to have amplified since he'd met Hunter. For the moment, she had to content herself with communicating with him over the phone. "Grandpa's spoiling me, but I miss you so much, Mommy!" Ethan's endearing voice was like a tug on her heartstrings, eliciting an ache within her that echoed the profound longing she felt for him. "Oh, my sweet angel, I miss you too! How I wish I could return home tonight!" "Mommy, did something happen? Is Daddy not treating you well?" Ethan's concern was palpable, and Christine could practically envision the worried frown creasing his small face. A soft sigh escaped Christine's lips, followed by a gentle smile that she was grateful Ethan couldn't see. His delight at her potential union wi