**Lucas**The night was a blur of laughter, drinks, and more...After the dance floor, I couldn't wait to get home. I couldn't wait to hold Valerie in bed. I couldn't wait to kiss her and hear her moan my name while I fucked her hard.She gets me aroused in ways I can't explain. After walking her to the exit, I hurried back to take a leak.As soon as I was done, I stepped out, and that's when I saw them - A couple stood by a nearby wall, their bodies pressed together. The woman's face was obscured by the man's, but I could see the way he held her, his hands gripping her neck with a force that sent a chill down my spine.***Twenty years ago***From my room, I could hear the sounds. Banging sounds… Sounds of the wall being hit... or the door perhaps.I dropped the G.I. Joe that I was playing with and headed to the living room where my parents were playing, I guess.My heart pounded in my chest when I saw my mother pinned against the wall, tears streaming down her face as my father kiss
**Valerie**The weekend with Lucas was a blur of confusion and uncertainty. I had no idea what was going on in his mind. Why he beat that man and why he seemed like he regretted it after. A thousand different possibilities flooded my mind. Did the girl look like his ex? Does he know the guy perhaps? Maybe they had unsettled issues from the past?Then my mind drifted back to when we'd just come back from the station. The look in his eyes was cold and distant. It was almost like he was in pain.I don't know what I was expecting. I didn't want to push it, but I didn't think he was going to be so quiet either. It was just hope. I was hoping he'd at least explain a bit of what happened to me.Instead, he had murmured "goodnight" in the coldest way possible. And since we landed in New York and he had someone take me home, I haven't heard from him. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, my fingers hovering over the call button, but I decided against it again. Maybe this was for the b
**Third person** Adam pulled his dick out, remnant of his cum dripping. He shoved it into his pants and zipped up, his eyes shifting to his wife. “Karen, I'm sorry,” he murmured, his voice lacking the remorse of a man who'd just been caught fucking his wife's friend in his office. Karen didn't say a word and instead, her gaze shifted to Layla who was now fully covered, her face beaming with an innocent expression like she hadn't been bent over that desk just a few minutes ago. “It's not what you think,” Layla began, even when she had literally been caught in the act. “I just…” Before she could complete her statement, a sharp slap echoed through the office as Karen's palm connected with her cheek, the force of it enough to make her head snap back. And without giving Layla a chance to react, two more equally forceful slaps followed, leaving a stinging mark on her cheek. “You're a fucking whore,” Karen spat, her voice filled with contempt. “I should have known.” Layla clutched her
**Third person**Once Layla got home, she allowed her tears to flow freely while she took off her clothes. The confrontation with Karen had pushed her to her breaking point. How naive of her to think that things would be different with Adam if they had sex.Slumping on the bed, she allowed her mind to reel with the events of the day.Just then, her phone rang. It was the handwriting analyst.“Good day, ma'am. The result is ready; you could come over and…”Layla's eyes sparkled, and she wiped her tears off immediately. “Just tell me the results,” she sniffed, cutting him off.”“The handwritings are a hundred percent match,” he revealed.Layla’s jaw dropped. She stood up and paced to the door. “That's not possible,” she countered. “There's no way it's a hundred percent match.”“I don't know why you think so, but I'm certain that both samples were written by the same person,” he stated calmly. “Mr. Simon, you're renowned for your expertise. Please don't make me begin to second-guess you
**Valerie**It was lunch break already. My meeting with Layla last night kept on replaying in my head, even as I sat at the cafeteria downstairs.My gaze and Layla's locked as I reluctantly took my seat. She smiled and then settled down too.“Why are you in hiding though? You can tell me, we're friends after all.” Layla's smile was too wide, her eyes too knowing.I shifted uncomfortably, the silence stretching between us. "It's personal,” I mumbled.“Hmm, okay, fine,” she raised her hands dismissively. “Whatever the reason is, that's your business; I won't pry.”“So what do you want?” I sighed out.“Don't worry, it's nothing too hard for you,” she answered with a sly smile.“Okay…?” I raised a questioning brow, waiting for her to continue.“Well, just five million dollars." Her voice was almost a whisper.My jaw dropped. “Five what??!” “Relax. I mean, it's nothing for someone like you, right?” “Someone like me, or someone like Ashley?” She shrugged but didn't say a word. "Listen, La
**Valerie**“Is that the ‘thank you’ I get?” Layla asked back in a calm tone. “I just helped you solve an issue that seemed too big for you.”“What's wrong with you??” I snapped. “That wasn't the deal we had.”“Oh, yeah, it wasn't." She chuckled lightly. “This one is way better. I told him the amount was five million, and he gave me an extra five to not bother you again.”“What?” I blurted, shocked. “I must say, you've really landed a jackpot with this one,” she praised.I lowered the phone from my ear; my lips still parted in shock. And then I hung up, not wanting to hear anymore from her.“Is everything okay?” Matt asked me as soon as I dropped the phone. “Lucas paid Layla the money,” I blurted out. His eyes widened. “A million dollars?”“Apparently he paid her ten,” I sighed, standing up. “Rich prick,” Matt scoffed, his voice barely audible. “How rich is he anyway?”“Filthy rich!” The words echoed in my mind.We both knew the answer to that question, but neither of us said a wo
**Valerie**The pizza box dropped to the ground as he lifted me, placing his hands under my butt and hooking my legs together behind his back.Shifting my singlet to expose my breasts, his mouth took my nipple. I gasped as he began sucking and biting one nipple after the other before his lips found his mine again and began devouring them.He broke the kiss briefly. “Where's your bedroom?” He breathed. “The door by the left.” I pointed to my room door.He turned the knob and then kicked it open, our lips and tongue still locked in a passionate kiss.Once inside, he tossed me on the bed, his dark eyes burning with desire. And then yanked his clothes off quickly, his hard length coming to view. I pulled off my clothes too. And in an instant, he was kneeling before me, his head aiming for between my legs, but my hand stopped his head. “I want to taste you first,” I suggested.He smirked and then stood straight. Goodness, he was so beautiful... so thick and so long.My tongue swirled on
**Third person**When Valerie's eyes opened, she noticed Lucas was missing from the bed. She rose to her feet, but her legs immediately buckled, reminding her of the passionate night they had just shared.Biting her lip for a few minutes, her mind replayed the events of the previous night, and she hugged herself tightly.After a quick shower, she stepped out of her room and was instantly enveloped by the savory aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Her stomach growled in anticipation as she descended the stairs.Lucas stood in the kitchen, his broad shoulders and chiseled physique straining against the apron that seemed to be struggling to contain him. His piercing blue gaze locked onto hers, sparkling with mischief and warmth. "Good morning," he greered, his deep voice tinged with a playful tone. "Slept well?"Valerie's cheeks flushed as she took in the spread before her: fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and freshly squeezed orange juice. "You didn't have