Eric inched out of bed, careful not to wake his wife, and walked naked out of her room to find some clothes. He tossed out a Yankees T-shirt, then remembered their deal, and decided to trade it in for a simple black tank top with canvas pants. His lips curled as he recalled her glee when the Yanks lost the playoffs. He went downstairs and started making coffee, then stopped for a moment to watch the sun try to rise above the mountains in the early morning.He considered to have spent an official marriage night with this marriage.Eric rubbed a hand on the back of his neck and tried to think logically. He certainly wasn't thinking about it last night. Not because he had any regrets. Something unexpected flashed through his consciousness. He had wanted Carina for a long time, and last night proved why. Everything is different for her. The way her body fit him, the way her pleasure pleased him. He loved the way she looked into his eyes and scratched his back with her nails during orgasm.
Carina hid her face deep in her pillow as the reality of the situation hit her like a freight train.She slept with her husband.Not once. Not twice. At least three times. Too much to call it a crazy mistake. And too intense to write it down as a one-night stand.Oh my God, she would never be able to keep her hands away from him again.She groaned and forced herself to look at the situation with some neutrality. But it was hard to do that when her thighs ached and the taste of sex was still clinging to the sheets. She could still taste his taste on her tongue, still feel the imprint of his fingers on her body. How could she expect to come forward and pretend last night didn't matter?She can't. So she needed a new plan.Why not keep things the way they are?She sighed deeply and tried to analyze her feelings with the coldness of a surgeon making the first cut. Yes, the agreement explicitly states no sex, but it is supposed to protect both of them from switching to another partner. Wha
She straightened up. The blanket fell down and stopped at her waist. Topless, she leaned on one elbow and tossed her hair over her shoulder and out of her sight. She ignored the strange sounds he was making and continued the conversation. "Just having fun?""No, no, it's great." He stopped. "It's really great."This man is definitely falling apart. She pressed. "I'm happy with that. I've been thinking about us and where we're going from here. We can move on and decide we won't sleep together again. Will keep make things less complicated, right?"His head bobbed up and down as he glanced at her breasts. "Yes.""Or we can continue.""Continue?""That sex.""Mmmm.""What do you think?""About what?"Carina wondered if his mind had gone astray or maybe all the available blood had really left a man's head and gone somewhere else. A quick glance would confirm her suspicions. And her plan is working for sure now. She just needs him to admit that he wants to sleep with her and the rest will h
"I don't want to go.""I heard it, the first time, the second time, and this the third time. Now be quiet and drive slowly. The bottle could tip over.""I hate family responsibilities."Carina prayed to be patient with him. Eric had reminded her of a child, who had crookedly refused and just wanted to stay home with his toys instead of going to his relatives.The past two weeks had been relatively pleasant, except that he kept complaining about the holidays. Anna had reminded her that Thanksgiving was more than a Halloween nightmare for the Swanns, so Carina sympathized with her husband, but she also refused to let him make it a habit. "We don't have a choice. As a newlywed, we're expected to be there for dinner. But there won't be many people there anyway."Eric snorted. "You'll be sad to death.""Then go get drunk."He scowled and turned into the house. Baskets of cakes and pies clattered with wine in the backseat, but they remained in the seats. She touched the doorknob and stuck h
Eric watched his wife happily intimate with her family. He recalled the holidays at his family. His mother drank while his father flirted with all of their attractive female guests one after another. He remembers he was able to steal a few bottles of wine and cigarettes because neither of them cared. He remembered the puffy turkey cooked by the waiter just to show off, and the Christmas presents his parents didn't even bother to stay to watch them open.The Scodelario family seems very different. Warm sincerity emerges in all of this routine chaos. Even Jim seemed to fit right back into it, but it took years for his sisters to finally forgive him. Carina's family may have been broken up, but they weathered the storm together and now they look even happier.Eric worked hard to play the new groom and tried not to get caught up in the deception. Some of the pleasant warm feeling of belonging to this place had burned into a powerful fire, but he had put out his hand to put it out decisive
Eric wondered what would happen if he burst into tears. The terror of the situation kicked him hard, and he realized he had no choice or else Taylor would pee in her pants and tell him and then he'd be in real trouble.He ran back and found her hopscotch on one leg. "Okay, let's go. Hold still, hold still." He recited the same sentence over and over, then closed the door and lifted the lid. She slid her skirt down and waited, so he assumed she needed help with her panties. He closed his eyes tightly and pulled them down (^^), then lifted her up onto the toilet seat. He heard a soft sigh and a slow, steady stream of water, all telling him that everything was going well. His confidence returned. He can handle a kid. There's nothing to be afraid of."I want ice cream."Damn itEric repeated the same sentence that Carina had used so effectively before. "You can eat after dinner.""No way, now."He took a deep breath and tried again. "I'm sure I'll get ice cream, but wait a bit, okay?"Her
"Damn. damn, damn, damn," Taylor repeated happily. "See my ice cream, Miss Al? I got it from him! It's my newest best friend."Eric waited for her to explode. Jeer. Everything but the dead silence came from the bathroom door. When he finally had the courage to look up, Carina stared at him with absolute shock, shock, and some other emotion he couldn't fathom. Almost very tender.She cleared her throat and got to work. "You really made it this time, troublemaker. Take one last bite and give me the popsicle.""Yes."Eric wondered why she didn't argue with Carina. Then he realized he'd better be grateful. His wife cleverly wrapped the remaining ice cream stick in toilet paper and threw it in the bathroom trash. She nudged Eric to the side, lifted Taylor out of the toilet, and took the roll of toilet paper from his hand to wipe her clean. Carina pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt, washed both of their hands and wiped her mouth to erase any evidence.And then Carina came out of
"What peace." She opened her mouth to embrace him deeply. The water fell over her back and head, and she twisted her tongue to stroke the ridge around the tip of his stirrup, loving the taste of him, the softness of him. A low, hoarse curse escaped his lips as his orgasm was released.He pulled her up with frenzied emotions, moved into her outstretched legs and lifted her to his chest. He stopped to look deeply into her eyes. Then lowered her onto his rocking hard length.She exhaled. He rhythmically inside her and her muscles pressed against him in welcome. Intense desire pierced her as he gripped her hips tightly and moved her up and down. She screamed and bit into his shoulder as her emotions raged, and she threw her head back, shook her damp hair, and screamed as she orgasmed with him inside.He followed her until she collapsed against him, her legs and knees shaking, and let herself lean against his chest, pressing a kiss against him as she moaned in satisfaction. He held her for
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back