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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,
Lucian raised an inquisitive eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Tyler and me. 'Can you please tell me what's going on here?' he inquired, either genuinely puzzled by the situation or feigning ignorance.Feeling the need for reassurance, I nestled closer to him, seeking comfort in his presence. 'It's not a big deal, my love,' I responded, opting to downplay the situation. "This Tyler person here was just telling me how displeased he was that he didn't get an invitation to our wedding, and I was trying to let him know they weren't enough to go by." I lied with a perky smile, a familiar one Lucian recognized all too well."Seriously, Lucian, is this for real?" Tyler asked with disbelief. "You are married! How the hell did that happen?"Growing irritated, I started to respond, 'We fell in love, that's how it happened, you ass...' but Lucian interjected hastily.'Yes, Tyler,' Lucian replied, cutting me off.Tyler's eyes widened in realization. 'Oh my God!' he exclaimed. 'You're in trouble.
After spending nearly thirty minutes in the closet, I emerged, looking like royalty from the land of Austral.I wore a black-silver mini gown that glistened in the sunlight, paired with elegant white stiletto heels. My hair cascaded down my back, adding to the overall allure.My makeup was light and subtle, giving me an innocent appearance, but the dress and shoes hinted at a deeper sophistication that went beyond mere innocence.Satisfied with my appearance, I gracefully exited the master bedroom and made my way toward the parlor.As I descended the stairs, my steps slowed when I caught the sound of a raised voice emanating from the parlor. Confused, I approached the iron bars on the staircase and peered through them.From this distance, I could clearly see the displeased expressions on both Lucian and Ken's faces.I shifted my attention to the woman who was vociferously airing her grievances. "Huh! That must be the infamous 'Mama,'" I remarked, my gaze locked on her.As the drama u
Lucian found himself struggling to arrange his thoughts in his head at this point. Over the past three weeks, he had purposefully distanced himself from Mira, not because they had fought or any personal issues, but because he wanted his mind to be clear and organized for when Aunt Amelia visited him. It seemed that whenever she was in close proximity, his thoughts invariably turned into a jumbled mess.At least, that was what he had believed up to this point.The Incident had left Lucian in a state of joy he hadn't experienced in a long time. He found himself unable to stop thinking about the way Mira had stormed into the room, dressed in that commanding outfit, and firmly put his nagging aunt in her place. It had nearly driven him to kiss the life out of her, a surge of passion welling up within him.But he had managed to hold back, even before she surprised him with an unannounced kiss.Mira was a force of nature, a fire that warmed his once-cold heart, and water that soothed his som