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Noah kicked the bedroom door shut with a soft thud, never loosening his hold on her. April giggled against his mouth, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, her body molding to his.He didn’t rush. He kissed her slowly, deeply, his tongue teasing her lips until she opened for him, tasting her with a hunger that simmered beneath the surface. His mouth devoured hers, coaxing, teasing, claiming. Every stroke of his tongue was a promise: tonight, he was going to worship her.April whimpered softly, pressing into him. Her scent surrounded him, sweet and clean, a heady mix of her shampoo and her skin. He couldn’t get enough.Noah’s mouth traced the corner of her lips, down the line of her jaw, savoring the faint taste of her skin. He pressed kisses to the hollow beneath her ear, nipping lightly at her earlobe, feeling her shiver in his arms.“Noah,” she breathed, fingers sliding up into his hair, tugging lightly.He growled low in his throat, hands sliding to the b
The morning light spilled lazily across the bedroom, catching on the mess of tangled sheets and bare skin. Noah stirred first, blinking against the soft gray light filtering in through the curtains. He shifted, his body deliciously sore, and smiled when he felt April tucked against him, her hand splayed possessively across his stomach.For a long moment, he just lay there, breathing her in. Her scent clung to the sheets, warm and sweet, threaded with the faintest trace of last night’s passion. His chest tightened, a slow ache he welcomed. She was here. She was his.He tilted his head, pressing a kiss to her hairline. April murmured something incomprehensible, shifting closer, her thigh sliding up to hook over his hip.“Careful,” he whispered against her temple, amusement threading his voice. “Unless you want a round two before breakfast.”April cracked one sleepy eye open, her mouth curving into a wicked smile. “And miss food? Never.”Noah chuckled, sliding out from under her carefully
If I was meant to be controlled, I would have come with a remote. Quote by no idea?Noah glared at the frail old man standing before him, leaning on his cane heavily. “Let me get this straight. You want me to marry your seventeen-year-old daughter?” April had come along late in the old man’s life. He had been in his 60s when April had been born.Her mother had caused a scandal by running off with the gardener when April was only 3 months old. Gail had only been in her early twenties at the time of April’s birth. She had been a city girl. Living in the country with an older husband and a baby may not have been the life she signed up for or thought she would be getting. Everyone believed she had been in it for the money. But hadn’t been able to stomach it in the end when a younger, sexy man had been available.There was no doubt in everyone’s mind that William Harrington would have had April’s DNA tested after that.It only proved she was the true heiress to the Harrington family becaus
‘Nothing good was ever learned from eavesdropping, so mind you business and let others mind theirs.’ Quote by Maryrose Wood.Noah grappled with his emotions as he made his way towards April. He made an effort to erase any trace of annoyance from his face following his meeting with her father. He didn’t want to weigh her down with the truth about her father’s ultimatum. As he got closer to her, he put on a smile and warmly greeted her.“Hey April, how’s it going?” he asked, trying to sound casual.April looked up, her plump face changing into a small smile, but he saw something was missing. The smile wasn’t genuine. The light that would sparkle in her sea-green eyes was absent. Normally, she didn’t hide her braces from him like she was doing now. Noah wondered if someone had said something to her to make her so aware of them. “Hey Noah! Just doing a little gardening. It’s therapeutic, you know?” She said before looking back down and away from him.Noah nodded, trying to hide his inner
Everybody wants to shine a little bit, even a wallflower. Quote by Phyllis Smith.April had been right as she looked around the room at her eighteenth birthday party. She couldn’t spot anyone that was truly here for her. Even her cousin Porsha, who was closest in age to her, was here to find an eligible man of their social set. April had spotted her seconds ago, hanging onto Noah’s arm, laughing up at him. As she tried to hold his attention. Well, he was free again if the media report was true. He and Willow had broken up. There had been a tearful picture of Willow posted online. The Media were calling Noah heartless.April smoothed a hand down the side of her shift dress. She wore this type of dress often because it didn’t hug her figure at all. But already one boy had commented she looked like a sack of potatoes, making her feel very self-conscious. But she didn’t have Porsha’s tall, sexy body. She wasn’t thin with nice high boobs. She was short at 5 feet 3 and she was overweight. I
Marry in haste, repent at Leisure. Quote by William Congrove.April’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked down the aisle, knowing that she was about to marry a groom who didn’t truly desire her. However, she had no choice in the matter if she wanted her beloved father to have a chance at life-saving surgery.Reluctantly, she had given in, as her father knew she would. But once this forced marriage was over and her father had undergone his procedure, she would grant Noah his freedom, regardless of her father’s wishes. She didn’t want a man who didn’t think she was woman enough. If she ended things, walked away from their marriage. Then it wouldn’t matter what her father had promised him. He wouldn’t lose out because he didn’t have a choice in the matter.After hearing the hurtful words spoken about her, April had little fear of Noah desiring her sexually. Obtaining an annulment should be a straightforward process. Her father would no longer have anything to hold over her once his o
‘Those who belittle others are usually so little themselves. Small people belittle others. Great people make others feel they to can become great.’ Quote by Nick Verd.April barely had time to plaster a small smile on her face, still covering her braces, before they entered the hall. To claps and cheers. In her mind, she had very little to be happy about right now. The way Noah had looked at her made her self-conscious of her overweight body. She didn’t want to be here.The hard grip Noah had on her hand stopped April from fleeing, which she would love to do if she got the chance.He brought her around the bridal table and moved her into her seat. She knew it wasn’t a gentlemanly gesture on his part. He was just performing for the crowd, doing what was expected of a happy groom. As soon as he sat down beside her, he immediately turned away to engage in conversation with his best man, Ryan.April felt incredibly frustrated that she hadn’t been given the opportunity to explain to Noah th
‘And I finally let go. It was the beginning for me and the end for you.’ Quote by Nikki Rowe.Noah had booked them into the honeymoon suite of his hotel because it was expected by their guests that they should stay the night. As they walked into the luxurious rooms. He couldn’t help but sense the tension emanating from April. It was almost tangible. What was she expecting him to do? Jump her the minute the door closed.But there was no chance of him sleeping with her. The last thing he was interested in was a schemer! She was a manipulative little bitch who had gotten her father to hand her the husband she wanted. It would be a cold day in hell before he allowed another lying cold-hearted bitch in his bed again. Ashley in university had shown him to watch out for women. But he had let April slip under his guard because he had thought her too young and naïve to play games.“You don’t have to worry. I have no intention of exercising my marital rights with you tonight or any other night.”
The morning light spilled lazily across the bedroom, catching on the mess of tangled sheets and bare skin. Noah stirred first, blinking against the soft gray light filtering in through the curtains. He shifted, his body deliciously sore, and smiled when he felt April tucked against him, her hand splayed possessively across his stomach.For a long moment, he just lay there, breathing her in. Her scent clung to the sheets, warm and sweet, threaded with the faintest trace of last night’s passion. His chest tightened, a slow ache he welcomed. She was here. She was his.He tilted his head, pressing a kiss to her hairline. April murmured something incomprehensible, shifting closer, her thigh sliding up to hook over his hip.“Careful,” he whispered against her temple, amusement threading his voice. “Unless you want a round two before breakfast.”April cracked one sleepy eye open, her mouth curving into a wicked smile. “And miss food? Never.”Noah chuckled, sliding out from under her carefully
Noah kicked the bedroom door shut with a soft thud, never loosening his hold on her. April giggled against his mouth, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, her body molding to his.He didn’t rush. He kissed her slowly, deeply, his tongue teasing her lips until she opened for him, tasting her with a hunger that simmered beneath the surface. His mouth devoured hers, coaxing, teasing, claiming. Every stroke of his tongue was a promise: tonight, he was going to worship her.April whimpered softly, pressing into him. Her scent surrounded him, sweet and clean, a heady mix of her shampoo and her skin. He couldn’t get enough.Noah’s mouth traced the corner of her lips, down the line of her jaw, savoring the faint taste of her skin. He pressed kisses to the hollow beneath her ear, nipping lightly at her earlobe, feeling her shiver in his arms.“Noah,” she breathed, fingers sliding up into his hair, tugging lightly.He growled low in his throat, hands sliding to the b
Noah got home first.He hadn’t planned it that way, but a meeting ran short, and he found himself pulling into the driveway an hour earlier than normal. It wasn’t even properly dark yet. The brownstone looked quiet from the outside, the porch light just flickering on with the motion sensor.He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a second, exhaling slowly.He still hadn’t told her.Four days.Four days of smiling and kissing her forehead and pretending he hadn’t threatened to destroy half her family behind her back. The guilt sat heavy on his chest, a slow, grinding weight he couldn’t shake off.Noah ran a hand through his hair. It had felt right at the time. It was right. David and Porsha had needed to hear it. Needed to be scared. But it didn’t change the fact he should have told April. Not because he thought she’d be angry. She probably wouldn’t be. But because this… them… was supposed to be built on trust now. No more secrets. No more half-truths, even if they were me
“Some threats aren’t made in anger. They’re made in love. The kind of love that would burn the world to keep someone safe.” By Unknown.Noah didn’t tell April he was going.It was early. He said he was leaving early for a meeting at the office—but he was lying. Not that he felt guilty about it. If he had told April where he was really going, she would’ve tried to talk him out of it. Would have worried, argued, softened his anger.He didn’t want to fight with his wife. He just wanted to protect her.So he got into his car and drove across town, heading in the opposite direction to his office. The streets were mostly empty, the gray morning light making everything look a little harsher. His chest was tight, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. He hadn’t slept much. Not after what had happened to April yesterday.Porsha had pushed her.True, the reason April had ended up in hospital hadn’t been because of the push, but that didn’t matter. The bitch had no right to touch his wife.And
“Intimacy is not purely physical. It’s the act of being seen and known for who you truly are and still being loved.” By Unknown.The light seeping through the curtains was soft, filtered by clouds, giving the room a quiet, gray glow.April blinked, adjusting to the new morning. Her body felt heavy, but not in a bad way, mostly just sleepy. She liked being in the warm cocoon of Noah’s body.Noah’s arm was draped across her waist, his chest warm against her back, his breath soft against her neck.She could feel the rise of him against her hip. Morning wood. She grinned. The most innocent of problems. But it stirred something in her, a reminder that she was still here. Still whole. Still wanted. Her hips shifted slightly.Noah groaned.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.“Maybe,” she replied.He nuzzled closer, nose brushing her shoulder. “You’re dangerous when you start shifting like that.”She did it again. “You’re the one pressing against me,” she whispered, a fa
The silence between them wasn’t heavy. Noah didn’t say anything right away. He just crossed the room, taking a seat beside her on the bed and reached for her hand, his thumb brushing across her knuckles.April let him hold it. Let herself lean a little closer. Her body still felt like it didn’t belong to her. Her nerves frayed. Her head throbbed from the strain of pretending she was okay. They just looked at each other.Noah reached out and brushed a strand of hair off April’s face. His hand lingered along her cheek before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple.“You scared the shit out of me,” he whispered.April smiled weakly. “I scared myself.”He leaned his forehead against hers. “Don’t do that again.”She let out a small breath, tears in her eyes. “Not really up to me.”“I know. But still. Don’t.”April turned her face slightly and kissed him. Soft. Slow. It wasn’t a kiss of desperation or apology. It was a connection. Real and quiet.He pulled her gently into his arms, and
“Sometimes the measure of love is not in words spoken, but in sacrifices made silently, in the moments when no one is watching.” By Unknown.April had no idea how she even got to the hospital.The pain hadn’t been sharp or overwhelming. That would’ve been easier. It was dull and dragging, low in her belly, and unsettling in the way it came and went. It had started right after the incident with Porsha.She couldn’t lose this baby. It would kill Noah. After what had happened to his first child. The pain was still fresh, even though it had happened years ago. For Noah, though, it had only just happened.If something happened to their baby and she found out it was Porsha’s fault, she would destroy her and her family. April was no longer the pushover she had been four years ago.After Porsha had pushed her, she had first thought it was the adrenaline fading. The shock of being shoved and screamed at by her cousin had already rattled her. But then the cramping came. Not strong, not regular,
“Some people don’t want peace. They want attention and they’ll burn the room to get it.” By Unknown.It started like any other morning.April sat at her desk, scrolling through reports while sipping lukewarm tea. Neil had just stepped out to prep for the upcoming meeting with finance, one she didn’t need to attend, thank God.She welcomed the quiet after her busy morning. Her head still throbbed from a night of little sleep, and her stomach churned with low-grade nausea. It was likely just the pregnancy. She’d felt fine earlier, but her breakfast had started to repeat on her as the morning wore on. The baby was making itself known.The buzz of the intercom startled her.“Miss Harrington, there’s someone here insisting on seeing you.”April pressed the reply button. “Who is it?” She didn’t have a planned meeting until 11 a.m. with the marketing team.A pause. Then her assistant’s voice returned, a little strained. “It’s your cousin. Porsha Harrington. She won’t take no for an answer.”A
“Sometimes love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s showing up, over and over again.” By Unknown.They could smell Tally’s cooking even before they rang the doorbell.Ryan opened the door a second later, dressed casually in jeans and a soft polo shirt that looked like it had seen better days.“You’re late,” he said with a smirk, then leaned in and kissed April on the cheek before pulling Noah into a one-armed hug.“By three minutes,” April deadpanned, stepping inside. “Tally’s cooking. Must be nesting.”“You have no idea. She reorganized the spice rack alphabetically. Twice. She’s been out of control the closer this birth comes.”April already knew that. Tally had told her she was becoming obsessive compulsive about the smallest things around the house. April really hoped that was something she would miss out on during her pregnancy.Tally appeared around the corner, glowing and round-bellied, a tea towel over one shoulder. “Only because Ryan keeps putting paprika next to cinnamon like a