Chapter Ninety Two

EVELYN’S POV:

“Hi, Mom,” he greeted with a huge smile on his face.

“Congratulations,” his mom replied happily. Even tho I couldn't see her face, I had visualised her smile.

 “How’s Evelyn?” she inquired further.

“She’s here, she’s fine. We’re both happy,” he said, breathless yet composed, his composure to me was also everything.

“Ryan and River,” I whispered, urging him to ask her.

“How are the kids?” he asked, acknowledging me.

“They’re asleep now, but they’ll need their parents by tomorrow,” she said playfully, “ it was hell, before they got to sleep.”

“How’s Mr Wyatt?” she asked, worries evident in her tone.

“He’s okay for now, the doctors have been attending to him.” Leonard explained.

“All right,” she sighed, wishing him a quick recovery before hanging up.

“Your mom knew about this? This is crazy, Leonard,” I said, taking a bite of my food.

He just smiled and kept looking at me admiringly. I couldn't stop blushing the whole time.

Just as if staged, Leonard’s phone started buzzing with texts and calls, likely due to something the media might have posted. We ignored them and finished our meal.

As we moved to leave, another wave of camera flashes greeted us, along with rounds of congratulations. I felt so overwhelmed.

Soon, I found myself in the elevator, heading back to the hotel room. I grabbed Leonard by the neck and kissed him passionately.

I didn’t even realize we were at our stop until the elevator doors opened, revealing two people standing outside. The man was significantly older, while the woman looked much younger. On closer inspection, I recognized him—Aaron’s uncle.

The embarrassment of being caught kissing in an elevator turned to fury when I realized who he was. As if avoiding us, the man immediately stepped inside with the young woman, who was clearly not his wife, following behind him.

Perhaps one of his whore. I shot glares at him until the elevator closed and I couldn't see him anymore.

Leonard swept me off my feet, carrying me in bridal-style as he walked into our hotel room. Once inside, he gently set me down and placed another kiss on my lips.

“How was dinner?” he asked.

“Superb,” I replied, joy filling my heart.

“Could you please call the caregiver?” I asked politely. I wanted to hear about my dad.

“Sure thing.” He pulled out his phone and dialed the number. On the third ring, the caregiver answered.

“Good evening, sir,” her voice came through the phone.

“How is he now?” Leonard asked, skipping over pleasantries. His tone struck me as a little abrupt, but I let it slide, curious to hear the update.

“He’s still unconscious. The doctor said he might wake up anytime soon,” she explained.

“Please inform us as soon as he does,” he said, this time more politely.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, and Leonard hung up. I felt relieved knowing my dad’s condition hadn’t worsened since we left.

The mild alcohol from the wine was starting to affect me. I felt a little tipsy and increasingly warm. I leaned into Leonard, who was still standing close to me, and initiated a deep, searing kiss, which he eagerly responded to.

“Can’t you feel that I want you?” I asked him nonchalantly.

“Of course I want you too,” he said and deepened the kiss.

What started as a gentle kiss quickly escalated. Before I knew it, I was screaming Leonard’s name and moaning so loudly.

“That’s so damn good. Fuck me like that, baby,” I said, taking in all the pleasure I could. Leonard, on the other hand, continued consistently, his thrusts driving me closer to my peak with every stroke.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, I dug my fingers into his back and clung tightly to him. A tear trickled down my cheek—this sensation was unmatched.

“Oh, sweetie,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming rougher and faster.

I could tell he was about to cum, and I needed to focus on mine, too. But I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t want it to end. I pushed him off and got up from the bed, leaving him confused, his hard length twitching as he watched me.

“Hey, babe. You can’t leave me like this,” Leonard said, almost pleading.

“Who said I was going to leave?” I replied after gulping down some water.

I walked slowly back to him. Taking his length in my hand, I stroked it gently before sliding it into my mouth. As I sucked on him, the groans and moans that had died down moments ago resurfaced.

I continued steadily until he pulled me back and flipped me onto the bed. He slipped inside me again, and this time his thrusts were slow but deliberate, his length brushing against my walls and sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Oh, Leonard, please don’t stop,” I moaned.

“Of course not. You’re so sweet,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my bare skin, sending goosebumps all over my body.

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he said, his words sending heat to my cheeks as I blushed uncontrollably.

Unable to hide my embarrassment, I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss him. He savored me, his lips traveling down to my neck, sucking gently, while his thrusts stayed consistent.

I could feel the release building inside me. It was coming, harder than I had ever felt before. I tried to control it, but I couldn’t. Wrapping my legs tightly around Leonard, I urged him on as his thrusts quickened.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” I screamed.

His expression shifted, his voice husky as he growled, “Fucking come for me.” He cupped my breasts in his hands, massaging them gently.

Moments later, I felt my release, the warmth spilling between my legs. At the same time, I felt his release filling me.

We both collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

I felt so satisfied—it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Leonard wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into a cuddle, and soon we both drifted off to sleep.