Kendall admired the gorgeous midnight-blue gown that hung so gracefully over her body as she stood in front of the mirror. The soft sheen of the material highlighted her lovely features and curves. Her face was framed by the sweetheart neckline, and the gown's short train gave it a sophisticated touch. She put on the delicate necklace and matching earrings with care, their sparkle perfectly completing the outfit. Despite their elegant appearance, the heels were manageably comfortable, enabling her to move with ease. As Kendall stroked her fingertips over the material, she had a mixture of anxiety and excitement. She inhaled deeply before beginning her journey down the grand staircase. Her shoes clicking on the marble steps resonated down the hall. When she got to the bottom, she saw Jason standing near the door with his back to her. There was a tangible sense of expectation. When Jason turned around, his reaction was immediate and expressive. His mouth dropped open when he noti
The atmosphere was light and cozy, with lots of conversation on the trip home from the restaurant. The gentle hum of the car's engine blended with the talk between Jason and Kendall. Their faces were softly glowing as the city lights poured by. With every word Kendall said, Jason's curiosity about her grew. He cast a quick glance at her. "I had no idea you were so passionate about art," he said, his eyes showing real curiosity. "It's obvious that it resonates deeply with you." With a little giggle, Kendall's eyes glistened with anticipation. It's something I've cherished forever. The emotions and stories that art can portray are often too strong for words to fully capture. It offers a window into the mind and a glimpse into the world of another person.Jason nodded, clearly intrigued. That fascinates me. You have this really perceptive and novel way of looking at the world. It's among the qualities of you that I now find admirable. As he spoke, Kendall's heart began to race. She fe
Jason stood in his dimly lit bedroom, leaning against the cold marble counter, his mind clouded with thoughts of Kendall. He hadn't been able to shake the memory of the one moment when they almost felt real—when their lips met in a kiss that was meant to be nothing but he wanted more. The kiss had been brief, but it stirred something inside him. Contractual was not how her lips had felt on his, nor the unsaid tension that simmered under the surface. He gave a strong breath in an attempt to get rid of the sensation, but it stuck to him like a second skin. The barriers separating them felt impenetrable, but he couldn't deny the pull. It was forbidden to break the terms of the agreement, their arrangement. A knock on the door took his attention away from his thoughts. Jason scowled and retreated from the counter. It was too late for anybody to come over. His eyes grew wide with surprise when he opened the door. Bathed in the warm light of the hallway, Kendall stood there. Her ey
“Make me your woman... Claim me...” Jason didn't let Kendall finish when he latched himself on her, sealing her lips in bouts of hot kisses, and shutting her up in the most sensual way. A prisoner to her desire, she moaned in his mouth, slightly parting her lips for him to devour her as he pleased. His hand held her chin and tilted it upward, keeping the kiss by every slow and alluring inch. “Skies, Kendall, I've waited long and hard for this day.” His breath was warm on her face, with his fingers tracing the smooth line of her delicate features. "Please, let us savor every bit of this moment... No rush.” Swallowing the arousal that she suffered, she nodded, unable to bring herself to speak. Right now, he was her master, and she'd obey his last words. "You're beautiful, Kendall." He mumbled, adjusting so the soft lightning could bathe her face. She blushed, suppressing a smile. Slowly, his hand fell to her bosom, trading a circle around her breasts, one at a time.
Their bedroom's drapes were glowing softly with a golden hue as the sun had just started to rise. Jason had already woken up, his thoughts focused on organizing a surprise. While he was in the kitchen meticulously preparing the breakfast items, his mind kept going back to Kendall, who was still asleep upstairs.A slight smile appeared on his lips as he reminisced about the evening they had spent together, and he sensed a spark of something different - something more tender - starting to develop between them.With a calm resolve, he retrieved her beloved comforts: recently baked croissants, a container of her favorite strawberry jam, and an assortment of ripe fruits - juicy strawberries, blueberries, and some slices of mango.He reached out and took her favorite things. He took his time brewing her favorite mix of coffee, the pleasant scent filling the house as he brewed.He glanced around, searching for the perfect touch to add. His gaze fell upon a tiny vase resting on the ledge, an
The calm house was bathed in a golden glow as the sun hung low in the sky. Jason had just hung up the phone when there was an unexpected knock in the hallway. His eyes flicked to the front door as he scowled. They did not anticipate any visitors. In the corner of the living room, Kendall curled up into a ball, feeling her body tighten. She couldn't quite pinpoint the source of the uneasy vibe in the silence. The knock came again—firmer this time. Jason rose to answer it, leaving Kendall to wonder who could be visiting at this hour.Jason's breath froze in his throat as he opened the door. Standing there with an inscrutable look was “Emily” the lady who had once filled his life with promises and ephemeral moments. Her eyes did not open when she smiled. "Jason," Emily murmured with ease, a hint of fondness mixed with something more, something acerbic."I hope I’m not interrupting."Jason blinked, momentarily stunned. "Emily? What are you doing here?"Emily shrugged and entered without
Kendall walked the house, her mind racing with ideas following Emily's unannounced visit. She had a nagging feeling of unease as the tension remained like a storm cloud. Despite her attempts to dismiss it, the discomfort persisted, leading her to divert her attention with little household chores. She noticed Jason's phone resting on the counter as she passed the kitchen. It buzzed with an incoming message. She was drawn in by curiosity and took it up before she could stop herself. The name "Emily" flickered over the screen. As Kendall opened the message, her heart raced. The first one read: "Hey, just checking in. Hope you're okay!" Innocent enough, but as she scrolled through more, the messages started to feel ambiguous. "Can we meet to discuss the project? I could really use your input." Another message read, "Thinking about the old times. Do you ever miss it?"The words made her stomach turn, and she felt a surge of envy come over her. Old times? What old times? She felt a rush
Long shadows were created on the bedroom floor by the morning sun filtering through the blinds. The golden brightness contrasted sharply with the weight that rested heavily on Kendall's chest. Her phone began to vibrate with each new notification as she sat on the edge of her bed. Her screen showed a series of headlines, each bolder and more obscene than the last:“Jason Reunites with Ex? Emily Seen at His Home!”“Old Flames Never Die—Is Jason’s Marriage Just for Show?”Kendall’s heart sank further with every headline. Each word twisted the knife of uncertainty just a little bit further, giving the impression that these were personal attacks. She clamped her hands around her phone, knuckled white, and read through the endless pieces, each one more brutal and incisive than the last. Her heart pounded and her chest constricted in dull misery. Although she had previously dealt with rumors and public scrutiny, this time seemed different. More personal. More threatening.Kendall's thumb r
Jason woke up to the soft light coming in through the curtains, creating gentle shadows in the room. Looking at Kendall next to him, he glanced over and saw her resting peacefully with a relaxed expression on her face. Her being there soothed him unexpectedly, providing a peaceful reassurance that was both fresh and recognizable. He briefly observed her, feeling warmth in his chest, surprised by the sudden appearance of this feeling. Kendall awoke, her eyes opening slowly, and when she looked at him, a faint smile formed on her lips, showing how tired she still was. She whispered "Good morning," in a gentle and sleepy voice. "Jason responded, his smile soft, mirroring the warmth in his eyes, saying, 'Morning!'" “How are you feeling? Still tired?”Kendall paused to breathe, moving a piece of hair from her face. "She actually admitted she was doing better, stretching out her arms." “I think I just needed a good rest… and maybe some company,” she added with a light laugh, though her e
Jason’s laughter filled the cozy living room as he poured two glasses of champagne, his smile easy and unguarded. Kendall observed him, feeling a warmth envelop her as she noticed the uncommon, easygoing side of him. Their festive dinner was a modest yet sincere event, filled with soft dialogue, exchanged looks, and a tacit comprehension lingering in the atmosphere. "To fresh starts," Jason remarked, raising his glass in her direction. Kendall raised hers in reply, locking eyes with him, and they tapped their glasses together. "To new beginnings," she repeated, a gentle smile dancing on her lips. While they drank, Kendall started to sense a slight wave of tiredness washing over her, more intense than normal. She dismissed it, not wishing to spoil the moment. Jason inclined his body forward, his eyes fixed as he observed her expression. “Are you okay?” he inquired, his tone reflecting a hint of worry. “You seem… tired.”Kendall shook her head, smiling reassuringly. “I’m fine, just…
Jason’s office hummed with subdued anticipation, his team moving restlessly in the background, gazes glued to the phone as they waited for the official announcement. Jason was at his desk, attempting to look composed, yet his fingers drummed a constant beat on the edge, revealing his eagerness. Kendall faced him, her gaze supportive and kind as she observed him. A sharp ring cut through the room. Jason’s assistant, Jane picked up, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes as she turned to him. “Mr. Carter, it’s the call.”He nodded, inhaling deeply to calm himself. Kendall offered him a supportive smile, silently saying, "You can do it." Jason felt a surge of comfort from her being there. He lifted the receiver, his voice calm, yet there was a hint of something else—a subtle assurance. “Hello, yes, speaking.”The conversation began with formalities, and Jason’s responses remained professional, yet Kendall noticed how his shoulders gradually relaxed, a subtle shift in his expression
When the long-awaited day finally came, the big hall was filled with happy chatter and the sound of youngsters laughing blended with soft background music. Bright balloons, animated streamers, and tables brimming with toys adorned the location. Kendall strolled next to Jason, her eyes absorbing the vibrant scene with a gentle, caring look.A little girl tugged on her dress, drawing her attention. She bent down, meeting the child’s curious eyes. “Hi there! What’s your name?”The girl blinked shyly, hiding her face for a moment. “Lily.”Kendall’s smile brightened as she offered her hand. “Well, Lily, I’m Kendall. “Could you please show me which toys are your favorites?” The girl's expression brightened as she agreed, grasping Kendall's hand and guiding her to a table filled with stuffed animals and vivid blocks. Jason observed the situation from a short distance, his face relaxing as he noticed Kendall laughing and conversing effortlessly with Lily. “You’re really good with kids,” Jas
The vibrant lights of the toy shop shimmered on the racks, creating a cozy illumination as Jason and Kendall entered. The atmosphere was infused with a mix of exhilaration and reminiscence, and Kendall's eyes sparkled as she surveyed her surroundings, beaming. Jason found himself captivated by her enthusiasm, even while reminding himself that their purpose was for the children, not for his increasing intrigue with her. “So,” he started, observing her gaze scanning the aisles in amazement, “where do we even begin?” Kendall gazed at him, determination shining in her eyes. "Okay, let's examine this." We need to pick things they’ll genuinely enjoy. Not just the fancy stuff, but toys they’ll have fun with.”Jason nodded, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Practical yet fun. Got it. "You seem like you have experience with this." She chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I've gained some experience, whether you believe it or not." Furthermore, I desire for them to sense that
Following a lengthy day filled with meetings, Jason closed his laptop and rubbed his face with a hand while letting out a deep sigh. His phone vibrated on the table, drawing his focus. He grabbed it, noticing an email alert from “Mason & Blare Industries,” one of the top firms he had been chasing for several months. They’d sent him a formal invitation to a charity event—an opportunity he knew could solidify his company’s reputation. Yet, as he scanned the details, a line caught his eye. He needed to attend with his wife. Jason exhaled, drumming his fingers on his desk. Kendall didn’t enjoy being in the limelight. The last thing he wanted was to pressure her. The idea of going alone was appealing, but the collaboration relied on it, and he was aware they would anticipate both of them attending. When Jason got home, he discovered Kendall snuggled on the couch, a book held in her hands. She glanced up when he entered, her expression melting into a smile that, in a way, seemed as inviti
"Thane?" Dr. Sophia’s voice hardly exceeded a whisper as she observed his formidable figure, her astonishment transitioning into a slight trace of anxiety. She attempted to compose her expression, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Thane's stare was icy and sharp as he moved ahead. "Surprised to see me, Dr. Sophia?" His tone had a sharpness capable of cutting through steel. Sophia's hands shook as she brought them together, trying to steady herself. "I… I wasn’t expecting you without an appointment.""I didn't believe I would require one," he answered sharply, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze stayed fixed on her, observing, anticipating. "I thought you’d be eager to see me, considering how… closely involved you are in my personal matters."Sophia swallowed, the words hitting her with a bitter irony. "Thane, if you’re here to discuss a medical matter, we should… schedule a time, maybe arrange some privacy."Thane’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "Oh, I believe
A cold, stony silence settled between them as Thane processed her words, his face frozen in a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension. “Some other Kendall… or the Kendall I know?” he demanded, his tone sharp and biting. “Jason’s wife?”“Yes,” Felicia replied, her voice barely more than a whisper, though her eyes glinted with a fierce satisfaction. “Kendall Gomez… or rather, Kendall Carter.”The name hit Thane like a blast of cold wind, the implications tearing through him with merciless clarity. Jason’s wife, “Kendall”. His mind raced, replaying past encounters, scrutinizing each one in this new, blinding light. His expression darkened, jaw clenching as anger flared behind his eyes, fists tightening at his sides. It wasn’t possible… but the details Felicia offered, combined with the smug certainty on her face, made him realize it was exactly the truth he’d feared. A tidal wave of frustration surged within him, stinging his pride, mocking his oversight.He took a step forward, l
Felicia’s heart hammered as she sat restrained in the dimly lit room, her gaze locked on the cold, calculating man who stood before her. Thane’s expression was unreadable, though the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. She knew better than to look away; he had an intimidating power about him, the kind that commanded attention and demanded absolute respect."So,” Thane began, his voice low, dangerous, “this game you’ve been playing, Kendall—or should I say Felicia?”Felicia swallowed, but forced herself to stay calm. She knew this moment was her only chance to make him see her as something more than a pawn. "I was never Kendall," she said carefully, her voice even, though her pulse raced beneath her skin. "My name is Felicia Gina."Thane arched an eyebrow, his expression shifting slightly. “Felicia Gina,” he repeated with a faint scoff, studying her with renewed interest. “And why should I believe anything you say? All I see is a woman who’s dug herself into a pit so deep, she’s scram