Steve leans in closer to the camera, his eyes filled with honesty. “Hey, everyone. I just wanted to express how fortunate I am to have Grace by my side.”I smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. He’ll certainly bring tears of joy into my eyes.“Guys, I think that’s enough for today. I’ll catch you in the next live session.” I hurriedly end the Instagram live because my man is driving me crazy with his unlimited love.As soon as I finish, I jump into Steve’s lap, startling him. I pepper his face with kisses, unable to contain my happiness.“Fuck! Steve.” I give him a tight hug. “It’s hard to believe you’re the same person who was so hesitant to even show a glimpse of yourself to my followers.”“Back then, it used to frustrate me that you weren’t true to your followers.” He replies, his voice filled with affection, and his hand clasps my chin. “But now I’m here with you always because you’re genuine, my wifey.”One day, this man will kill me with his love, for sur
Steve’s P.O.V. Two Months Later It’s been four months now since Grace has returned to my life and the twins’ arrival. Time passes quickly, yet every moment feels like a precious gift. Despite the sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than by Grace’s side. We have never been happier. Our relationship has grown stronger with each passing day, and I fall more in love with her with every smile, every laugh, and every tender and passionate moment we share. I have never asked more than this from God—to have Grace back in my life, to have our beautiful twins, and to experience the joy and fulfilment of family life. Grace and I are sitting in the car backseat, on our way to her first photoshoot after her one-year break. The photo shoot is for my company’s product because now she is the brand ambassador. I catch her stealing glances at her reflection in the car window. Her fingers tap anxiously on her lap. “Are you okay, Grace?” I ask, gently br
Without a second thought, I stride towards her, taking off my sunglasses. I reach her just as the photographer is about to take another shot, and I don’t wait a single second to grab her waist and yank her to me, leaving everyone in shock. The look of surprise on Grace’s face is quickly replaced by one of pure desire as our lips meet in a searing kiss. “I just wanted to show them whom you belong to, Wifey,” I whisper huskily against her lips, my hands clutching her waist possessively. Grace’s response is a soft, breathy murmur that sends shivers down my spine. “That’s hot. I like it when you act all possessive, husband.” She smirks, her eyes smouldering with desire as she leans in to capture my lips in another heated kiss. A low moan escapes her lips as I bite her lower lip, and her fingers tangle in my hair as the passion between us ignites. This is where she belongs, in my arms, and I’ll do whatever it takes to remind everyone of that fact. As I return to my spot against the t
Grace’s P.O.V. “Whom does your body belong to?” He asks as he thrusts into my mouth with his hard dick, fisting my hair. I’m knelt in front of his standing figure, partially naked, my wrists bound behind my back with his tie, my mouth drooling, and my knees pressed against the grass. I can’t believe we’re doing this in open space, in the garden. Steve must have given clear instructions to our bodyguards to not let anyone enter inside, but it is still quite thrilling. And oh my god, the way he is dominating me today, it’s arousing me more. Although he isn’t giving me what I yearning for, I’m still savouring every bit of his control over me. It is… I’m speechless. He emerges from my mouth and demands, “Answer me, Love? To whom does your body belong?” His voice, laced with dominance, sends a shiver down my spine. I respond, panting and drooling. “You, Steve. My body belongs to you—” he silences me with a hard thrust, clutching my hair. “Whom does your soul belong to?” “Whom does
We reach home. I slept during the entire car ride, burying my face in Steve’s chest and wrapped in his warm arms. As we enter our room, a smile spreads across our faces at the sight of our twins. Giana sits comfortably in Zara’s lap, her chubby cheeks glistening in the soft light, while Evan enjoys his tummy time, his tiny legs kicking in excitement as Olivia shakes the rattles in front of him. As their eyes fall on us, Giana outstretches her tiny arms towards us, weeping, making adorable faces. Evan, on the other hand, lets out a scream, as if scolding us for leaving him alone for so long. Oh… my little munchkins! They missed us as much as we missed them. My heart warms up with love, and I rush to Giana before scooping her up into my arms. “Oh, my little angel, we missed you so much,” I whisper, showering her with kisses. She snuggles into my embrace, sucking on my chin, her tiny fingers grasping my dress. Steve picks up Evan, who continues to scream, his face scrunched up in a
Steve’s P.O.V. Four Months Later I return home after a long day at work, carrying three bouquets for my angels: a red roses bouquet for my wifey, and two small pink and blue roses bouquets for my little ones. As I step into the room, the sight in front of my eyes brings a smile to my face and takes away all the exhaustion of my entire day. Twins who are now eight months old, sitting on the bed, playing with the blocks and conversing with each other in their own language. While Grace is lying facing them, completely engrossed in them with a smile on her face. Giana looks super adorable, with two fountain ponytails dolled up in a pink frock, and Evan is clad in a white t-shirt with black denim shorts. Grace loves to dress them up and make a daily blog with them. I can’t believe they are now eight months old. They’re growing so fast. It seems like just yesterday they were born, and I took them in my arms for the first time. And now it’s been seven months of my heavenly beau
We lie silently, wrapped in each other’s embrace after the kiss. Like every night, even though I don’t want to, I overthink about that bastard who tried to rape me during my childhood. I’m worried. It’s been ten months since he escaped from prison, and we still have no clue where he is. I don’t know what he’s planning to do. Perhaps something sinister. “Love,” Steve’s voice brings me back to reality. “Hmm...” I murmur, playing with the button on his shirt. “Are you thinking about the same thing?” he asks in a soft tone, his hand stroking my hair. I lift my head from his chest to meet his gaze. “I just can’t stop myself, Steve. It’s been ten months, and he’s still out there. I don’t want to waste a single second thinking about him, but it’s hard.” He places his hand on my face and caresses my cheek. “I know, my love. It’s natural to feel anxious, but we’ll get through this together. For now, let’s try to focus on the present.” I plead, “Help me forget about everything, Stev
Fuck! Where is Giana? What happened to Olivia? Did…Did he kidnap her? No, no. This can’t happen. After shaking my head, with my trembling hand, I immediately call the bodyguard whom I asked to stay outside, and now regretting terribly for my decision. “I shouldn’t have asked the bodyguard to stay outside.” As I murmur, holding the phone to my ear, tears trickle down my cheeks. But he doesn’t answer the call, making me more anxious. Fuck! With each passing second, my fear is intensifying. Giana, where are you? Evan's cries become louder, and I scoop him up, holding him close as tears stream down my face. "It's going to be okay, Evan. Mama is here. We'll find your sister." "Gaina… My baby came back to Mama.” I call out to her while sobbing, hoping that she will come back to me, listening to my voice. After calling the police and ambulance, I call Steve, my hands trembling. “I think you’re missing so much. I’m coming…” he pauses as he hears my sob. “What happened, Lov