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
Lucian's mind went blank for a split second. What the hell is this? This wasn't his first time inside a woman, but it was the first time he felt like he was losing control, like he was being consumed by an uncontrollable desire. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured against my lips as he kissed the tears from my eyes. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and his words reassured me. "Don't cry, I won't hurt you," he continued to whisper into my ear, his voice filled with tenderness and longing. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, and in that moment, there was no room for fear or uncertainty. We were lost in each other, bound by desire, and there was no turning back. "But it... hurts," I whimpered. "It's okay, just relax," he reassured me as he pushed into me once more. "AHHH, Lucian!" I moaned continuously. "It's supposed to hurt for just a moment, and then comes the pleasure," he explained. "Damn, You're so tight," he groaned through clenched teeth, "I nee
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was I really touching, No, more like holding and stroking a man’s cock? The sensation of my hand wrapped around him, the heat radiating from his throbbing member, sent a shiver of excitement coursing through me. It was a moment of realization, a crossing of a boundary I had never ventured into before. Lucian's breath grew heavier, and his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. We were both exploring uncharted territory, and the thrill of it was electrifying. Being an IED patient has robbed me of the simple pleasures of life. At the age of eighteen, while other young girls were busy having crushes on some nameless, immature idiots in college, I was preoccupied with trying not to kill someone or even myself. The weight of my condition hung heavy over my teenage years, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the sacrifices I had to make. While my peers were navigating the ups and downs of young love, I was navigating