"Pffffff," Alice burst into laughter, unable to contain herself any longer. She fell to the ground, laughing with such intensity that tears filled her eyes. "Oh my God, I love her. I love the new Mrs.," she exclaimed between fits of laughter. Rose, while attempting to maintain a semblance of composure, couldn't help but smile at Alice's reaction. "That's enough now," she scolded Alice gently, though a hint of amusement danced in her eyes. "Get back to work." “Why, didn't you find that amusing? Oh my God! The look on Kiya's face made my day," Alice replied, still chuckling and paying no heed to Rose's attempts to get her back to work. Tara, on the other hand, couldn't help but join in on the conversation. "I know, right? From the moment I started working here, I knew Kiya was rude and prideful. But for her to talk to the boss's wife like that, right in front of the boss himself?" Tara shook her head in disbelief. "It's just too much." "I ju
I watched Lucian as he walked into the closet to change his clothes, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Do you find eating here appalling?" I asked, following his footsteps.He turned to me with a thoughtful expression, his fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt. "No, I'm not just used to it," he replied, his tone reflective.I couldn't help but smile mischievously. "Well, you better get used to it, husband," I playfully teased, emphasizing the fact that, whether real or not, we were now married.He chuckled in response. "Right, wife," he replied, acknowledging our new roles with a hint of amusement in his voice.Lucian struggled with the buttons of his shirt, his fingers fumbling as he tried to fasten them. It was already too much, and the interruption had only added to his frustration. His mind was a whirlwind of desire and irritation.What bothered him most was the fact that his precious time with Mira had been abruptly cut short. Just one look at her in that alluring lingerie
I didn't understand what was going on within Lucian, but I loved every expression he made when I rode him, just as I was doing right now. For a man who always wore no expression, this was fun. At that moment, I was unaware of the carnal desire that was surging up from within this beast of a man. Lucian Creed, for the first time in his life, felt as though the entire world was against him. He sighed and glanced sideways out of the windows, intending to avoid her alluring gaze. To his shock, the two media men he had once tolerated had now transformed into a crowd. From this distance, he could see Ken and some other guards attempting to push them back. "Jeez, I had no idea so many people were dying to get a glimpse of my personal life," he commented, capturing my attention. Following his gaze, I also noticed the crowd of people outside the window taking photos of us. But instead of feeling shy or scared of what they might capture, I felt invisible. I then returned my gaze to him, sitt
As I lay on the bed, feeling physically clean but emotionally bewildered by the recent experience, Lucian was taking his bath, and the sound of running water filled the room. What had just happened between us? How would I ever face him again? The realization hit me like a tidal wave - had I just lost my virginity? We had been intimately close; he had touched and kissed me all over. Wasn't that what sex was? These questions swirled relentlessly in my mind, demanding answers. My heart raced as I contemplated the implications of that moment. How would I handle similar situations in the future? Could I maintain control over my emotions? My thoughts were in disarray, scattered like leaves in the wind, making it impossible to find clarity. As I remained on the bed, deep in thought, Lucian emerged from the bathroom, his bare chest glistening with droplets of water. He wore only a towel wrapped around his lower half, and another in his hand, used to gently dry his wet hair. The room felt
Little did he know.Despite his anticipation for a peaceful slumber, Lucian found himself fixated on the ceiling, unable to succumb to sleep for nearly two hours.It was difficult to discern whether it was due to the vulnerable woman nestled in his arms or the persistent arousal that refused to die down, despite his maturity.Having experienced the intoxicating essence of her, he yearns for more, his gaze fixated on her tranquil countenance as she sleeps.Although he hesitates to disrupt her peaceful rest, an unsettling thought consumes him at this moment. The memory of the terror-stricken visage she wore when he attempted to delve deeper into her being lingers in his mind.He had encountered numerous women who possessed minimal to zero knowledge in the realm of intimacy. Goodness... he had to invest a significant portion of his time educating them about the very essence of it. Initially, they feigned disinterest, but eventually, they craved more from him.However, Mira's demeanor la
I had meticulously dedicated my time to preparation, well aware of the looming possibility that my father might stumble upon our pictures circulating on the vast expanse of the internet. It was paramount that I presented myself at my absolute best. The clock on the wall chimed softly, a reminder of the agreement we had made to meet downstairs at eight. As I put the finishing touches on my attire, I couldn't help but notice that it was already a minute past the agreed-upon time. "Better late than sorry," I whispered to myself, a mantra to calm my racing heart. Stepping out of the room, I couldn't deny the transformation I had undergone. I wasn't merely pretending to be Mira Creed; I embodied her spirit. With every step, my confidence coursed through my veins, intertwining our identities. As I glanced at my reflection in the mirror on the hallway, I couldn't help but pause. The sight that met my eyes was nothing short of breath-taking. The Rhinestones red dress by LZ.Q clung to my fo
From the beginning to the end of our time in the restaurant, Rick didn't make an appearance. Later, I discovered that he was Lucian's cousin on his mother's side, someone who was akin to a brother to him. My heart was heavy with remorse, realizing that I had unwittingly added salt to his wounds.But our outing didn't conclude there; neither did the relentless reporters who lurked in every corner, capturing images and videos of us together from every conceivable angle, I mean literally every angle.Following that, we embarked on a shopping spree. It became evident that Lucian was someone who held onto grudges, and his earlier warning about me paying the price for betraying him to Rick was no empty threatNow, I found myself spending two hours in the dressing room, trying on an array of clothes, while he leisurely occupied himself with a glass of wine in one hand and a magazine in the other, occasionally nodding in approval to the seamstress or whatever it was."Seriously," I demanded,
The silence in the car stretched on, growing more uncomfortable with each passing moment. Lucian, with his piercing gaze locked onto the road ahead, finally broke the stillness with a heavy sigh."What the hell was that?" he questioned, his frustration evident in the furrowed lines of his forehead and the tension in his voice.I shifted in my seat, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. It was a loaded question, one that hung in the air, demanding an answer. Lucian's emotions were like a turbulent sea, and I realized I needed to navigate them carefully. I turned to him."Acting, what else?" I lied, though it felt like much more than that."That's past acting, and you know it... From afar, I could...""If you mention my ears again, I swear to God I'll fucking throw you out of this car," I snapped, and he halted.Sighing, Lucian began, "Okay... But you went too far, and besides, the whole point of the act was to get our pictures taken," he argued. "You were supposed to just smile at them,