By morning, they were both ravenous by the hour they finish their sexual gymnastics all night and even into the next day in her room. Beyond exhaustion. Laura couldn’t believe the turn of events, it was as if a beast had unlocked in him and although the consequences of their previous encounter was still fresh, time around he left her wanting for more.Laura woke up that morning short of word, before King left for work he dropped two of his debit cards for her to start using. Even with her objection he eventually made sure she accepted the offer. It felt as if he was reading her mind because just the previous day she was thinking about going into the city to buy some things. Basically, shopping was like a therapeutic experience for her. Andre brought her to one of the best malls in Upper east side Manhattan, where he was sure would make her feel good. At Bloomingdale’s.She immediately found her way to the kiddies section. It had been on her mind for so long, the pregnancy feeling was
Laura and Violet really had a lot of catching up to do. It had been years!. For Laura, she was having mixed emotions about seeing someone from her past. Someone from her and her sisters past. Will this be a be a better future for her? After the unfortunate encounter with Matthew, they both rode together to a chill spot down town. A beautiful relaxation park with beautiful green screenery . The feeling was renewing for Laura as it felt she could breathe again. She was badly looking for a medium to escape her thoughts of last night with King. The sex was thrilling. The things he had said to her. Did he mean any of them.Violet had always been behind in looks. Laura was always the prettier one everyone wanted to be with while Violet on the other hand was really tall, had fire burn scars on her skin which made her covered up a lot. Even though she was from a more wealthier family, she always felt slightly insecure. Her and Laura’s friendship was an enviable one back them, Storm who was
"Strip." Closing the door to his room and untangling himself from Laura, King instructed hoarsely. The room was dim but she could still see the burning desires in his eyes. Was he turning her into a sex maniac? He was fast becoming possessive of her body. Everything about the way he possessed her was sexy.It was a long day afterall, what better way than to end it with loads of orgasms."If you won't strip I'd be more than willing to help."King touched her shoulders with his palms and lets them coast slowly down her arms.His mouth lowered to the curve of her neck, where his lips grazed her skin.She leaned into him, arching against him reflexively. His hands found her waist immediately , caressing my hips, inching my dress up, his breath hot against my neck."Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.""I want you." She whispered . They're words she never said to anyone but him.His hands moved to her breasts, gliding over the fabric on her, charting every curve and pausing
It had been over five days since Laura had mentioned she wanted to leave and go back home but King was still yet to let her win. They have settled into a pretty nice routine where it always ended with mind blowing exchange of body fluids and unsaid promises with their hearts beating in sync. He wasn’t sure why his body submitted fully to her like she owned it. Like they were crafted for each other. But one thing he was sure of—she was his. He had advices her to take a break from the drugs she was taking and surprisingly she stopped complain of the reoccurring weakness. Especially in her lower body. Like though she was getting paralyzed on some days. Maddie was back and Laura had come to a compromise with King to enable her still go to the cafe. With the event of his dad—Allen— he didn’t want her to be very much exposed. This feeling was new to Laura, finally feeling like she belonged to someone. His possessiveness was sexy all day round. The way he stopped at the cafe—just because—
The next day happened to be the get together reunion that Violet had told her about. Throughout the previous night She was on a call with Violet who wanted to make sure Laura would be able to make it to the event without any troubles and also have all what she needed to bake ready. With the amount of scrutiny Violet had Put into the pasteries, Laura began to feel extremely pressured as the weight of her words settled heavily on her shoulders. No room for errors.Here she was, in the back area of the kitchen panicking. Maddie wasn’t picking her calls even though she had been redialing. Laura didn’t want to go alone, she wasn’t mentally prepared for all of that.The time was about nine in the morning and the event was scheduled to happen at Brooklyn by 1pm. Laura still had a lot to put together. Finally when Maddie picked the call she started apologizing to Laura that she wouldn’t be able to make it for some impromptu reason.“Madds! What do you mean you traveled all the way to South
Laura had woken up high spirited the next day. Knowing that King never wore his emotions on his sleeves, at first she never gave the idea of meeting Allen much thought but seeing how zoned out he got most nights—after they’ve had the sex of their lives— she became worried as well. Her uncle Dave wasn’t very much in support of the idea. He had asked her to not bother herself so much for she might just ended up uncovering things she never would have wanted. He objected strongly “Lu, this isn’t wise. Everyone in the whole of New York knows Allen McGorrith. He was a nightmare to everyone around him. The guy was mentally sick on a whole new level. Trust me when I say he’s not someone you want to be around.”She had dismissed his concerns and tried to make him understand that it was only out of the care she had for King. Maybe— just maybe Allen would stop with the threats.It felt like she was walking around egg shells with King. He didn’t break a smile, neither did he have anything for
The silence was deafening. Laura slowly turned to look at King for answers.“Or shall I rephrase it then? How does it feel knocking up your father’s long lost daughter?” Allen was enjoying the trouble he was causing.King didn’t believe a word his father had said. They were utter bullshit to me. There was no iota of truth in whatever came out from that man’s mouth. If he wanted to play games he could do it alone with King, he did not appreciate his dad bringing Laura into his fucked up head space.It was definitely time to leave.“Enough Allen. Like I said before, I don’t care whatever it is you have to say. Best believe this would be the last time we’ll be meeting. Unless of course I’m called to come identify your corpse.” Laura’s hands were gently slipping away from his, he held them firmly to himself be quickly turning to reassure her. “Don’t pay attention to him, don’t worry we are leaving already.” He whispered barely audible.She wanted to so badly believe that Allen was spewi
Never ever ask yourself— what’s the worse that could happen. Laura made a mental note to stay away from asking the universe for answers. She’s certainly had enough twists to last her for the next two decades of her life.It was day three since the traumatizing event at the prison with King’s father. Laura had refused to speak with anyone ever since King took her back home. One could say she was still in shock. Dave and Maddie were extremely worried about her change of attitude, they tried finding out what was wrong but all she offered was that she wanted to be left alone. After the first night at home, knowing that King would come looking her she decided to go stay at Lucia’s place where she knew he wouldn’t be able to reach her. Dave wasn’t aware until later when she called and told him not to disclose her location to anyone—King.She needed space, she wasn’t thinking properly. Laura did not know the next step to take or not to take. The tears just kept coming.Glad that Lucia had
So not everyone wearing scrubs were saints. King has got to learn the hard way.He was leaning back against the cool black leather seat of his SUV, his long fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest. Outside, the city lights were all white and gold in his eyes even despite the tinted windows. Detective Marshal’s call had come earlier and the urgency in his voice had pulled him out of his office. Luckily, Chase was around in time to cover up for him while he would be away. “King,” Marshal had said in a tone that demanded attention. “I’ve got something for you. We need to meet as soon as possible.” Marshal had said. No greetings, no small talk. Typical of him.Now here he was, parked in a high-rise parking garage, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror as Marshal approached. The detective opened the passenger door and slid in with what seemed like a practiced ease. Marsha never rushed into anything unprepared, and tonight was no different.“Detective,” King greeted him with
Dr. Liam leaned back against the cold wall tiles of his private shower, letting the steaming water cascade over his chiseled chest. The surgical mask lines were still showing on his face, and they reminded him of the exhausting C-section he had just completed. Liam was drained, physically and emotionally. Although he had saved a life today—two, actually. Same as yesterday and the day before—all he could think about was how much he hated these walls. Hospitals were sanctuaries for everyone else, but for him? It was more like a prison.He toweled off roughly, wrapping the plush white towel around his waist before stepping back into his office.And there she was.Stacey.Her red hair was pinned back into a messy bun, a shade too bright against her pale Texan skin. Her curvy body was poured into a black dress that hugged her thick thighs and ample chest like she had revenge to prove. She sat in his swivel chair like she owned the place, her legs crossed in a nonchalant way. Her cherry-re
Laura leaned against the counter that had displays of hot pastries, shifting her pregnancy weight to ease the pressure on her back. Her hand absentmindedly rested on her growing belly as she glanced at Maddie, who was swirling a spoon through a cappuccino she had no intentions of drinking.“So…” Laura started, dragging on that word to hint she was about to ask something prohibited. “How's Dr. Liam these days? Still too busy diagnosing his reflection in the mirror to have your time?”Maddie froze mid-way through swirling her coffee, her playful grin flattening out for just a second before she replaced it with a dramatic eye roll. “Ugh, can we not? It’s way too early for this.”Laura raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Too early, or too complicated? Madds, you know I’m going to ask eventually.”Maddie waved her hand dismissively, leaning on the counter. “He’s fine. You know, doing his doctor-y things and looking annoyingly good while doing them.” She giggled with dreamy eyes. “Noth
He knew the rules: money talked, and everyone else? They just nodded. The world worked on bribes, and the underpaid prison guard standing at the dimly lit corridor, guarding the cell gates, wasn’t about to turn down his envelope of dollar bills.“Back again, Mr. Clean?” The guard’s grin was all teeth and bad intentions, his hand greedily slipping the envelope into his jacket pocket.Matthew smirked, shoving his hands into his jacket. “You’re not paid to ask questions, Moses. I’m not here to bake cookies.”Moses laughed like they were old friends sharing an inside joke. “Fair enough. He’s in the usual spot. Ten minutes.”“Fifteen,” Matthew corrected, already stepping into the dark corridor that smelled of sweat, cheap bleach, and desperation for inmates to escape.Prisons weren’t supposed to feel comfortable, but this one had a bite of an annoying feeling that made his skin crawl every time he visited. And yet, here he was. Again.Dr. Hakeem’s cell was tucked in the back of the buildin
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Stephanie Pearson preferred hers steaming hot with a side dessert of sizzling chaos. And oh, she was starving.Stephanie’s crimson nails lightly scratched the silk fabric of her blouse as she stood in front of her floor-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her like an old friend with a knowing smirk. She wasn’t dressed for anything fancy—just a casual crop top and ripped jeans—but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the way her hand instinctively drifted to her stomach.“That foolish Laura,” she muttered, cocking her head to the side, her freckled nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Thinks she can have Kingston all to herself? Oh, honey. No can do.”Her reflection grinned back at her, she was the version of herself she had grown to love over the past few months. She couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle—no, that chuckle was psychotic, if heard closely. “How does she even sleep at night?” Stephanie continued, her high-pitched v
Kingston knew well how to control himself. Everything and every aspect in his life was organized, even down to the way he poured his whiskey. But as he found himself pressing Laura against the bedroom wall, his lips teasing hers with the kind of hunger that could ruin a person, all that control? Out the window.“King…” Laura whispered, her voice breathless, her lips swollen from his warm kisses.“Say it again,” he murmured, his mouth trailing down her jawline, his hands sliding beneath her dress, sending passionate heat on her skin.“King,” she repeated, her tone pleading this time.And that was all he needed.Neither of them remembered how they had made it to the bedroom or when her dress landed on the floor like a forgotten piece of memory. His shirt joined the pile, his tie long gone, and Laura’s delicate lingerie soon followed, leaving her body bare under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.“Lie down,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, yet filled with the only softness he had
Kingston McGorrith was not the kind of man you would expect to see juggling shareholder documents with baby-shopping plans at the back of his mind, but here he was, sitting at his mahogany desk, scrolling through spreadsheets like his life depended on it. And maybe it did. Between managing his multi-billion-dollar empire and making sure his pregnant wife was happy, this man was booked, busy, and his borderline was completely burned out.His office was quiet except for the sound coming from the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional ping of his phone. His assistant had just dropped off the finalized documents for Laura’s announcement as a shareholder, and King had to admit—it felt so unreal. Laura wasn’t just the mother of his unborn child; she was about to become part of his business, his legacy. The thought made him smile that rare but genuine smile that softened his usually sharp facial features.“Everything looks solid,” Brian said, leaning back in his chair as he flip
King barely made it through the front door before Laura was already up from the couch, her eyes lighting up as she reached for him. “Rough day?” she asked softly, her fingers sliding to loosen the silk tie he hadn’t even bothered to straighten properly.King groaned, tossing his briefcase to the floor like it had personally offended him. “Rough doesn’t even cover it.” He shrugged off his blazer, running a hand down his face. “Anne is missing.”Laura’s hands froze midway through loosening the tie as her brows arched up. “Wait. What?”“She’s been unreachable since earlier today. Her phone’s dead, no sign of her anywhere,” he muttered, his tone sharp, but the worry was still evident in his voice. “She tried calling once, but it didn’t even last a second before the line went dead.”“Oh my God,” Laura whispered, stepping closer. “Have you called the cops? Tracked her phone?”King sighed as he tugged off his tie completely, the veins in his neck bulging from frustration. “We tried. Marshall
“Hey, have you heard from Anne?” Greg asked as he barged into King’s office without knocking, his voice tight with concern.King didn't bother looking up from his laptop, his expression bored. “No, she’s avoiding us. And to teach her a lesson, I blocked all her credit cards. Let her sweat a little.”Greg blinked twice, clearly thrown aback as his brows knitted together. “Okay, first of all, bold move. Second, she texted me earlier saying she was back in the country and asked me to pick her up soon. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s avoiding us.”King froze for a second, his fingers hovering over the keyboard lightly. The calm expression on his face began to crack slightly. “What are you saying? Are you kidding?”“I’m dead serious. She said she'd call again when she was ready. But now, nothing. I’ve tried calling her, but she isn’t answering. That's… not Anne.” Greg muttered, his tone dipping into worry.King leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes until his gaze shifted to the