"Are you serious?!" Leslie squealed as she stood before one of the most luxurious private jets she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen any, though. "We're really traveling in this?" She exclaimed her heart racing as she stared at the huge silver and red-colored plane."Yes, we are," Julian said, pulling her softly towards the entrance.Leslie tensed as a row of cabin crew members lined up to greet them. Julian noticed her nervousness and squeezed her palm reassuringly. "Relax, they're just our employees."There it was again, Julian using "our" instead of "his." The warming feeling she felt spread across her entire chest in small streams, and she squared her shoulders and followed Julian. The lovely crew in their blue and white uniforms greeted them warmly and ushered them in. Leslie was once again stunned by the interior. It looked big on the outside, yes. But in here, it was twice its size. Leslie felt like she was back in Blackwood Manor. It was spacious and lavish with luscious club s
Leslie, realizing their sudden closeness, quickly separated from Julian and looked forward in the direction of the voice. Julian irritably looked for the owner of the voice too, his brows widening slightly when he saw that they belonged to a middle-aged man in khakis and an orange long-sleeved shirt, a big grin on his face as he strode towards Leslie."There you are, my mentee!" Leslie groaned playfully while grinning as she was enveloped in a hug."Arthur, I told you not to call me that. It sounds weird." She giggled reveling in the warm hug of the man. Arthur laughed out loud. "Since I'm your mentor, it's only fair that I call you mentee, isn't it?"Leslie gave him a pointed look and he yielded. "Oh, alright, fine. I'll call you whatever you want. Glad you could make it," Arthur said with a wide smile. He looked up and his eyes met Julian's. "Oh my, who's this handsome young fellow? Leslie, your boyfriend?" He asked mirroring Kiki's exact words. Julian walked towards him briskly a
Julian ended up not liking the 5-star hotel and insisted on staying at a 7-star hotel instead. Luckily, John found one. The executive staff lined up to greet them as they came in."Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood," they said in unison.Julian nodded curtly, and Leslie waved shyly. Every time she thought she'd gotten used to luxury, Julian just threw more in her direction. He really was a man of power and affluence.A short woman with a bob came forward and bowed. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood. I'm Camira. Please follow me this way. I'll lead you to your suite."They followed suit, and Leslie whispered to Julian, "Do they know that we'll be here for just a night?"Julian chuckled. "Trust me, they do."Camira showed them to their luxury presidential suite. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to press the buzzer. We'll be right there to attend to you.""Thank you," Leslie squeaked.The woman closed the door behind her, and Leslie looked around the room. It had a chic monochroma
Leslie snapped out of her sleep-laden trance at the sound of the husky voice. Her head throbbed as she opened her eyes, adjusting them to the light. She looked up and saw Julian smirking down at her. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her hands clutching tightly onto his bicep, and she gasped."Are you a bunny, Leslie?" Julian asked again, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "You keep trying to burrow into me like you're digging for something you lost."Leslie's face couldn't be any redder. She quickly scooted out of his embrace. "This... I... how did I get here?" she asked, confused."Really, Leslie? You've forgotten what happened last night?" Julian said and chuckled.Leslie held onto her head. "Ugh, did I get run over by a bus or something? Why does my head feel so heavy?" she complained, rubbing her head. Then her movement paused. She looked up at Julian, her eyes widening."Did... did you just call me by my name, Mr. Blackwoo-""Julian. Call me Julian, Leslie. It’s only fair
Julian straightened in his seat. "The private investigator found something useful?" he asked.Philip nodded. "Yes, sir, he has, as a matter of fact.""Good, lay it on me then."Philip cleared his throat. "He finally found Marcus's daughter, Jane.""Where did he find her?""It's a long story, sir, but he found her—" Philip’s phone rang, cutting him off. His face flushed scarlet at the sound of it. His girlfriend had changed the ringtone to a trendy K-pop song that she was completely obsessed with. "I-I’ll just take this," he stuttered and picked up the phone. "Hello, Mr. Davis… Yes, he’s here… She has?… Okay, I’ll inform him," he said and hung up."Sir, that was the PI. He said that the girl's concussion has cleared and that you can come and get all the information from her before she decides to leave. Would you like to or—"Julian stood and picked up his suit jacket. "Inform the driver. Let's go."…Julian frowned slightly when the driver pulled up at a dingy-looking hospital. It look
*Flashback to the day Jane was set free*"Now that the old fool is handled, what should we do with her, Red?" A man with spiky green hair and a botched-up nose asked."Shut up, Rocky. Don't spew nonsense in front of her," another man with a bald head and a red-dyed chest-length beard bit out irritably."Okay, okay, sheesh. But you know she can't hear us, right? She passed out from the whipping I gave her," Rocky said and smugly patted his chest.Red rolled his eyes at him. "I told you not to whip her so much. The boss says he wants her unharmed.""But she's so stubborn! I just want to whip the stubbornness out of that delicious body of hers," Rocky snickered. "Anyways, he also didn't say what he wants us to do to her. I received a text from him earlier. He said we should dispose of her.""I have a plan," Rocky said, his eyes lighting up."Your ideas are always terrible, man," Red snickered, rolling his eyes again."Ugh, listen first before you roll your eyes like a teen girl. You kno
Leslie's heart was filled with joy at the message she received. She then pouted and replied to the text:Betty: *Hey, babygirl!*Leslie: *Hello, who's this? I've never chatted with you before. Why are you texting me?*Betty: *Aww, come on, Les! Don't be like this, I can explain!*Leslie: *I'm sorry, I don't know who you speak of. Goodbye!!*Betty:*Please, let me explain, it's solid, I promise.*Leslie:*Video call RIGHT NOW!*Betty's video call came in seconds later. Leslie couldn't help but smile, but she quickly doused it and pretended to be angry when she picked up."What do you want?" she said in a stern voice."Holy hell, is it me, or did you go from a perfect 10 to a literal goddess? You look stunning, girl!" Betty said.Leslie blushed. She knew she'd never get over Betty's praises, so she giggled softly. "You're supposed to say that though; you're my best friend. And you look stunning too, Oh my!"True to Leslie's words, Betty was a beauty. She had the same petite frame as Lesli
In a luxury condo in Westchester County, the incessant ringing of the alarm clock woke up Vanessa, who opened her eyes. Swinging the muscular arm on her waist away, she slammed her fist on the clock, cutting the ring of the alarm. She settled back down and closed her eyes again but moaned when she felt a hand slip into her core, pushing against the hard length she felt on her bottom. She grabbed it and squeezed hard, stroking up and down lazily. That earned a deep groan from the man. "That's it, Nessa, just like that," the hand in between her wet folds fastened its pace, and she arched her back, widening her leg."Oh yes, babe, you like that?" the man demanded, flicking her clit as she fastened her pace on his manhood."Mmm, yeah, I like that very much… ugh, I'm... I'm cumming," Vanessa's eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook her, and after a few pumps of her hand, the man came with her, grunting loudly."That was… awesome," Vanessa breathlessly said after a while, grinning up at he
Leslie's POVI unsheathed the dress from the wrap, and a gasp escaped me… woah! The dress was a beauty, and this wasn't even Lady P's signature style. I couldn't wait any longer and slipped the dress on. Oh God, soft ivory silk clung to me so beautifully. It was a midi A-line dress that stopped just above my knee at the front and, at the back, a shimmering organza trail. I felt the tears again. I never knew I was such a tearful person, but that's just what happens with Julian. He's so sweet sometimes I can't even take it. Who would have thought there was once a time when we couldn't stand each other? I smile at my reflection, my fingers slightly moving over my front, briefly stopping at my tummy. *I have a surprise for Julian too. I can't wait to see his reaction.* I styled my hair in a quick French twist that I'd learned when Julian took us to France to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday two months ago. I placed the little flower crown, which I'd seen beside the wrap–no doubt dro
Julian's POVSix months later"Happy anniversary, Les," I coo, startling my wife. She'd just stepped out of the shower, looking fresh and all mine. God, I love her so much."Julian, you scared me," she giggles, clutching her chest. "What's all this?" she arches her chestnut brow, referring to the platter in my hand."I got you breakfast in bed, love.""Aww, Julian, that's so sweet," her eyes soften, gifting me that molten evergreen gaze of hers."Thanks, baby," she coos, and I swear I turn to mush."Why did you get out of bed?" I grumble.She laughs and crosses the distance between us as I drop the platter of food on the bedside. She wraps her arms around my neck, her sweet delectable lavender scent filling my nostrils."Stop drooling, Mr. Billionaire," she whispers, and I catch myself."What can I say, Mrs. Billionaire? My wife looks delicious in the morning."She laughs. "I'm still in my PJ's, Julian.""You look delicious in anything," I contend, and she laughs harder. I could listen
The car slowly drove up to Belton's Botanical Park, a local spot, one that Leslie had always dreamed of going to. *I wonder what kind of work Julian has here?* He didn't speak to her for days, and when he finally did, it was cold and detached. *I don't even understand why. He sounded really angry. Maybe he just had a bad day?* She planned on asking him that. *I don't want to fight anymore.*Her phone hovered over the call button. She’d wanted to call Betty or Arthur, but she humphed sadly when she realized that no one had remembered her birthday. She didn't even receive a text from anyone yet. She wasn't even sure Julian knew her birthday—they never really discussed it.As the car came to a halt in the now dark park, she thought, *But why is it so dark in here?* Her phone dinged. It was Julian. “Walk inside the park.”Leslie's brows furrowed. *I should walk inside a dark park?* She gulped. “Is this some kind of prank or something?” she texted back, trying to joke.“Don’t waste my tim
Leslie opened her eyes to yet another morning of Julian not being in bed with her. He'd really taken the "I need space" a bit too far, and it instantly dampened Leslie's mood. "Didn't he miss me at all?" she grumbled as she brushed her teeth and prepared for the day. Her anger towards him had dissipated a lot as she understood things from his point of view. Each time she thought of a few nights ago, she shivered, knowing that if things had gotten worse, Vanessa would have killed her.Julian wasn't around much, neither did he try to appease her since the night of their “argument." He'd go to work super early and return at night when she was already fast asleep. She humphed. "Since he doesn't want to see me, I don't want to meet him either. I'll go meet Dad today," she perked up.After having a little breakfast with Eleanor, she headed for the car. The hospital was the same as always, only this time Leslie knew she wasn't going to receive any bad news. She adjusted her denim dress shirt
"If you so much as try to make any sudden moves, I swear I'll slit your throat!," the feminine voice threatened.Leslie felt her eyes glaze over as the grip of the blade on her throat tightened."Vanessa?""Surprise, surprise, bitch,!" Vanessa spat out venomously, clad in a black hoodie and matching tight leggings. Vanessa had a crazed, expression on her face, her eyes red and puffy, lips chapped and slowly turning black."Tell me why you didn't leave when I told you to, huh?""W-what are you talking about?" Leslie couldn't believe Vanessa was here in the flesh. Her mind raced *will I die here? Oh god!*."Haha, he loves your pretty face, right? Let's see if he'll still adore you when I botch up this face of yours!" Vanessa yelled, pulling Leslie by the hair and forcing her to the ground.Leslie was genuinely confused as to why Vanessa was attacking her like this fear pricked her skin and adrenaline flowed in her veins, she couldn't let Vanessa have her way. Before Vanessa could appro
Two months. It had been two months since Alexander's demise. Everything seemed to have fallen into place. Julian fired each and every single board of directors, got reinstated as the CEO, and made back profits and deals worth more than he'd made all year. Now seated on the luxurious couch in the living room, his eyes trailed to Leslie's painting, the one near the fireplace. His therapist had praised him for using hobbies like playing the piano to help with his PTSD and also advised him to take up painting. Leslie had somehow made him spill it out, and now she gave him lessons every now and then, even though he sucked at it. His mind went back to the night he'd seen her putting up her paintings around the living room. He chuckled to himself. She was so scared then, but now she didn't even bat an eyelid before putting him in his place. He glanced at the time again and chuckled. "Thank goodness I told her to get ready an hour earlier.""I'm ready!" Leslie cooed in a sing-song voice as
The sun had set, giving way to the moon as it shone brightly in the night sky. The temperatures had dropped a few degrees as the chilly air surrounded the area. Julian and Leslie, hand in hand, walked to the ambulance situated in a small area away from the bank. Reporters were everywhere, trying to get them to answer questions, but thankfully, the guards were present."Where is he?" Julian's voice came out gruff as he questioned a doctor on standby. As if on cue, a stroller covering a body with a white blanket approached. Julian's hand shook despite his control, and Leslie held onto it tightly, reassuring as she provided him with the strength he needed. The stroller stopped in front of him, and he raised the blanket up, his heart thumping. He couldn't describe the feelings or the emotions he felt seeing Alexander's corpse: sadness, joy, relief, anger, guilt—it all swirled around him like a lake of sharks chomping hard on his insides."ALEXANDER!" A voice from behind called. Eleanor,
“Stop him!” Julian yelled, his heart thumping in his chest at the thought of the stolen golden seal. Immediately, elite guards from all angles in the hall appeared and chased after the escaping Alexander. Julian, too, joined in the chase as Leslie followed in tow, not leaving her husband's side.“Move, you motherfuckers!” Alexander yelled, pushing people away from him. “Get out of my way!” He managed to bypass the security at the front and broke free. Though his muscles ached, he continued running. *This is my final chance. I can't back down now. I won't let them get to me, no!. With this seal, I'll be made for life. I don't need them!, I don't need anyone!,* he thought.The financial district where Blackwood Manor was located housed many important industries—banks, malls, jewelry brands—making it one of the busiest streets in Hudson. Sweat trickled down Alexander's face as he looked through his peripheral vision and saw the elite guards in their black-and-gold ensemble searching fo
A woman clad in a shimmering violet dress came out from backstage to the stage. She pushed a wheelchair forward, and the directors and reporters gasped when they realized who it was. Alexander gulped audibly, his eyes taking on a dazed expression."No, no, this can't happen," he muttered."Welcome, Jane," Leslie said to the girl as Jane pushed the wheelchair forward."Isn't that Mr. Marcus in the wheelchair?" a reporter gasped, and the crowd muttered amongst themselves.Vanessa squirmed uncomfortably, her heart thumping unusually fast in her seat as she muttered through gritted teeth, "Fix this, Alexander!. What are you waiting for?""This is indeed Mr. Marcus, the man who took the fall for the accident and was said to have gone into hiding to escape the penalties. But do you want to know what really happened?" Julian asked, his voice carrying authority."Yes, tell us, Master Blackwood!" the reporters shouted. "Tell us! Tell us!"Leslie placed an arm on Julian, giving him a reassuring