Julian caresses my ass, rubbing his lips against my shoulder from behind, leaving wet trails as his tongue slides down to the nape of my neck. He pushes my hair forward, exposing my neck and the loose collar of the shirt that belongs to him.
I move my hips anxiously, trying to relieve the throbbing anxiety in the middle of my legs. Even biting my lips not to make a sound, I can’t help the pleasurable grunts that reverberate through my tight throat. I lower my head, leaning on the counter, pulling my ass up, inviting him to bury himself where I want him most...And when the tip of his cock pushes a little further into my entrance, my lips part in a hoarse moan. This anticipation is making me lose my mind, and all I want most is to feel him all the way in.Finally, as if he’s tired of holding back, Julian thrusts slowly, making my pussy widen to receive him as I gradually adjust to his size. He keeps pushing his hips forward, burying his entire length in a torturous slownessAs soon as I get to my apartment, I feel like I’ve been straight punched in the stomach. I’m back in the clothes I was wearing last night before I left here, but now, with wet hair and a flushed face, I come across the person I would least like to meet right now — my father. He’s sitting on the couch, wearing his pajamas that reveal the strong muscles in his arms.He looks at me after putting his mug down. There’s no surprise on his face... in fact, there’s no expression at all. I shudder and walk inside with withered shoulders. Honestly, my face is burning so badly that I wouldn’t be surprised if it caught fire.“I made coffee.” He says, turning his eyes back to the TV, watching something I don’t really care about. He seems a little distant, and that makes my chest sink into a painful sadness. “How was your evening?”I stop beside the couch, looking at him with a guilty expression. I cross my arms, looking at the screen, pretending to be interested in the news on TV. “Grea
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Daddy asks me quietly from the other side of the kitchen island, looking at me with concern. I’m almost leaning over the counter, my mouth feeling dry. “Would you like some water?”I look at him in surprise and nod, watching while he quickly hands me a glass of ice water. But even as I take small and slow sips, I’m still aware of the conversation unfolding around me.“I’m flattered that you’ve made room in your schedule to meet with your friends... what’s changed?” Kevin asks with a certain sarcasm, which catches my eye.Julian shrugs his shoulders and puts his hand on the back of his neck, massaging out some tension, “Not everyone has as much free time as you, Kevin. I heard you sold your company.”Kevin raises his hands, not too worried, “I’m retired from the hard work.”“Don’t you think you’re too young to retire? You’re what, 37?”“Thirty-five, actually.” Kevin corrects, although he doesn’t seem to mind the mistake. “But, well,
Hah... That sucks. Why did this thing have to start today? It’s like the universe is against me. But what else can I do but get through the night?That’s why I leave Angelee in her room, even though every step away from her has the force of a punch in my guts... However, approaching the boys, I can see that she was right. Their serious eyes are on me, almost suspicious, and I certainly don’t dare look at Mike as I grab a beer and sit down in the armchair.“Is she all right?” Ambrose asks, cutting through the silence that hangs between us and the sounds of the TV starting to play the long-awaited league. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble.”“She said she’s fine, just a bit sick today. I think she drank too much on the date last night.” I lie, throwing the bottle cap on the table without any caution, and my clenched teeth make my voice a little harsher than it should be.“Looks like someone’s in a bad mood today,” Kevin says loudly, like a hint thrown into the air.
I knew things wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t think it would be so hard. This definitely isn’t the way I’d like to have this talk... how I want Mike to find out... But things don’t always go as we expect or planned.“How long has it been?” Mike runs his hand over his face, through his hair, impatient. Faced with my silence, he raises his voice, furious, “How long have you been having sex with my daughter?”“It’s been a while,” I say, sighing, standing up now that my legs are firm enough to support me. “Before you got back from your trip.”Mike looks at me with anger and shakes his head, opening a beer. His broad back seems really far away at the moment. “Of course, I should have known. I’m an idiot. I didn’t want to see it even if you were rubbing it in my face.”I feel my throat tighten.“That was you in the bathroom, wasn’t it?” He downs his beer in several gulps, still with his back to me. “You were having sex with my daughter while I was on the other side, and
I didn’t have the heart to go home after that catastrophe. I knew that my father needed some time to get his head together since the way everything happened wasn’t the best. I needed some time, too... I think we all did.I’ve been lying in Julian’s bed since I woke up. I feel weak as if my body is weighed down. I move from side to side, looking for a little more comfort that might ease my sadness, but even staring at an empty spot in the room, I keep remembering the moment I saw Julian on the floor and my father about to punch him. I don’t need to close my eyes; that scene has tormented me even when I’m awake.Yes, I always knew that my crush on Julian wouldn’t please my father, and I tried to hide my feelings from everyone; after all, it was just an unrequited love... until he kissed me on my 19th birthday… Silly me, I thought things would change... But when we arrived at the penthouse in Madrid, my father was already there. I still remember the quick strangeness that hun
Nova York — Seven years before.New York is truly incredible, just as Mom described it. The one time she came here was enough to mark her memory. I never understood why she was so fond of this city, but I have come to understand. The letter she left me, the one in my hands, tells everything she went through, how she searched for my father and his family tried to buy her silence... And how, even so, she traveled to New York only to find out about his recent engagement, with a baby in her belly, the fruit of a fling between young people with different burdens.And even though I’ve read it so many times, seeing the words in this perfect handwriting still makes me cry, [...] Maybe the two of us didn’t mean anything, but he gave me you, my angel. And I accepted his family’s proposal because it seemed like the best thing to do. He could get on with his life and the family he would build with that other girl, and I could get on with mine, just the two of u
Nova York — Seven years before.Mr. Adams drove me to a huge villa in his car, and I confess I didn’t believe there was such an incredible place beyond the buildings and the grey city. Surprisingly, there is plenty of green, especially in this residential neighborhood through which he drives, passing through large iron gates. The estate is so large that I’m surprised. I knew that my father was a wealthy man who came from an aristocratic family... but seeing it with my own eyes now gives me a chill in my stomach. When he parks the car, I start to hyperventilate. My hands are sweating, even with the intense cold that affects my body and makes me shiver. “Don’t worry, girl,” Mr. Adams says, catching my fearful eyes. “This isn’t the family home... it belongs to Mike alone.”Oh, that’s right, he’s read the letter and already knows what they think of me.I turn my eyes to the large classic mansion, its large pillars and windows, and the centuries-old trees that
Elisa and I met during the darkest period of my life. And she seemed like a light that brought warmth back to my body... It was a single night that changed my whole life... a memory I cherish, even though it reminds me of my powerlessness, of how I was a puppet in my parents’ hands.We talked about the past, about our pain. Elisa understood me; she also had lost the people she loved most. A lonely soul, but one who had learned to live in solitude, and her fire of life brought warmth to my body, to my soul.Elisa gave me everything I could ever want without me even dreaming of it. But my life wasn’t mine. Everything I was, had, and should be belonged to my family, to their whims. It was always my father’s absolute decree, my mother’s narcissism. What matters is the power obtained by influence, by the old money that moves this world. Everything perfectly aligned with the gears of society, just as my family wanted — an old family, old customs, and suffocating traditions t
“Jackie, Lizzie, stop running like that… you could get hurt!” I shout, putting my hands on my waist. They are laughing, hiding their smiles behind their little hands. But despite this, they go running back down the sandy beach, making my heart rise to my throat.They grow up so fast! Two years and seven months ago, they were so small in my arms, and now they’re running around our house in Nassau, their blond hair ruffling in the pleasant wind.Just as we promised, we created a little tradition in our family; every year, during our wedding anniversary, we bring the children with us. It’s the second time they’ve been here, and this time, we’ve decided to invite the people closest to us to enjoy this paradise.“This place is really wonderful!” Cathy says behind me, stroking her big belly. I look over my glasses and quickly take them off. “Seriously, I really appreciate you inviting me... I’d really go mad
As soon as the meeting is over, I feel my tense shoulders relax. My head is throbbing, a pain that has haunted me since last night when I received a call from my father.Apparently, his retirement has been announced. He will continue as chairman for another six months just to organize everything until his departure.The problem is that he still hasn’t announced a successor. The board is desperate because of the options, as none of them have the necessary qualifications to be the group’s new chairman. Of course, that’s just a sadistic strategy to get them on their toes and accept Dominic O’Neil’s desire.Apparently, my half-brother is taking victory for granted, telling everyone that he will be my father’s successor and that the group belongs to him. With the news of Father’s retirement reaching the knowledge of the media, it won’t be long before he finally names me as the new chairman.When I accepted Dominic’
The doorbell jangles, announcing my arrival. And as always, the moment people look in my direction, without interest, almost by instinct, their eyes widen, and the whispering begins. After all, I am a supermodel. My face is all over Times Square. I don’t have the luxury of privacy, of an anonymous life.Still, why am I here?My blue eyes meet the owner of this place; he’s distracted by another customer, smiling easily.My stomach twists, and I feel suddenly nervous.The whispers reach his ears, and he looks at me. It takes a few seconds for his face to show a reaction, but soon, the smile rises to his eyes, following me while I cross the coffee shop to the table at the back.I sit down and hide my face behind the menu, my cheeks burning for a reason unknown to me.Dammit, I look like a teenager. It’s not like it was the first time I’ve woken up in a man’s bed after a few drinks. And it certainly wasn’t the first time
It took a year before we could really enjoy some time alone on a honeymoon, but I have to say that it was really worth the wait. Julian made sure that our first day in Nassau, at our new beach home, was special and unforgettable.First, he invited me on a yacht ride. Going down to the deck was itself a memorable experience. This place is simply breathtaking, and the private beach is so beautiful that I couldn’t help but imagine my daughters playing in the sand. The thought made my chest warm. I already consider this place a second home.To my surprise, Julian prepared a wonderful breakfast while the 65-foot yacht cruised along the coast with everything you could wish for — fruit, bread, juices, coffee, and ending the tour with a glass of wine in one of the cabins. Fortunately, the sound of the sea drowned out my moans enough for us to enjoy some sex on the high seas.After the tour, it was lunchtime, and Julian took us to Paradise Island. He chose a luxuri
They say the Bahamas are paradise on earth, and I couldn’t find a better word to describe this place. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.As soon as we arrived at Nassau airport, a car was waiting for us. The weather is really nice here, even though it’s winter. Although I like snow, it’s nice to feel the warm weather enveloping my skin... I wish the girls were here… the cold makes them so sensitive.Thinking about them makes me feel a bit down. My heart squeezes, and I try to think that it’s only for two days and that soon they’ll be in my arms again, but still, I miss them. It’s an almost unbearable feeling. I wonder how they’re doing, if they miss us, and if they’re crying right now...But I know that Julian and I need this. It’s the opportunity to enjoy a real honeymoon, which we haven’t had before. Some would think that it’s a shame to celebrate it after so long, with the
— ANGELEE ADAMS (POV)ㅤ“How are you feeling?” Julian asks for the first time since we got on the plane. The trip to the Bahamas doesn’t take long, about three hours, but we’re reaching our destination soon.“I’m fine,” I say, taking Julian’s hand in mine. I stroke the white-gold ring on his finger, but I’m still lost in thought.“You seem to have a lot on your mind.” He says, studying my face.“A little.” I give a nervous smile and shrug. I thought I’d be scared to see Laura, to hear the words she said to me that day, but I didn’t.”“What’s bothering you, then?” Julian’s question makes me raise my eyes again.“More than being afraid of Laura, I was afraid of losing the people I love again,” I confess, noticing that his gaze softens. “Losing you, our daughters... I couldn’t bear it.”&ldquo
— ANGELEE ADAMS (POV)ㅤㅤFor the past seven months, I’ve wondered what happened to Laura.What happened after she left by the stairs? What happened to her twisted mind?I knew that she had been temporarily arrested for trespassing and assault, but Julian and my father tried hard to keep the details away from me. Perhaps that’s why the subject never really seemed a closure to me.Unfortunately, as much as I fought against it and didn’t want to admit it, for the last seven months, that day has tormented me.When I held my daughters in my arms for the first time, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let Laura get to me. And I really tried to deny it, to convince myself that it was enough just to let go and focus on my family — but I couldn’t, and I hate myself for being weak to that extent.Finding out that Laura would spend her time in a mental institution wasn’t really a surprise. I knew there was s
— JULIAN ADAMS (POV)[...] Seven months later.ㅤㅤI sigh deeply, massaging the top of my nose. Ever since I heard the verdict of Laura’s trial, I’ve been feeling uneasy.Many months have passed, and I still remember how I felt when I saw the building security cameras… and how I threw up, feeling stupid, weak, and furious.I’ve never felt so impotent in my entire life.But what really put me out of sleep was what happened the day Angelee woke up in the hospital... when Laura also decided to break into the J’O Tech building. I still get chills remembering that night.It’s been a long time since Laura was fired, but for some reason, her credentials worked. In the end, we really had to restructure the entire I.T. department, which resulted in a mass layoff that only didn’t make it into the media because of damage control.Laura got crazy when she knew that her plan to harm Angelee and my
My eyes take a while to adjust to the brightness, but slowly, the blur goes away. I move my hands, feeling a weight on one of them.I blink a few times heavily, looking down carefully because I still feel a little dizzy, and see that Julian is sitting in an armchair next to the bed, holding my hand.He senses my movements and slowly opens his eyes, looking directly at me, taking a few moments for him to understand that I’m wide awake. When reality hits him hard, Julian’s eyes widen and glisten with tears.He doesn’t say a single word, just leans in, taking my hand in both of his, enveloping it in his warm palms, something I’ve really missed over the last two weeks. He rests his forehead on our hands, his tense shoulders immediately relaxing.“You really scared us, you know?” Julian grumbles, then looks up. I can see the deep, dark circles under his eyes. “You’ve been unconscious for two whole days!”Sudde