SarahI pull the blanket over my head and pretend to fall asleep.I feel him drop beside me and settle in, but I make no sudden movements.Play dead, Sarah. It works for grizzly bears, so it should work for you, too, I tell myself."I know you aren't sleeping, Sarah."My body tenses as Vincent's low, husky voice caresses my ear. "You don't know what you are talking about, Vincent. I am deep asleep, and you are disturbing it," I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.Vincent's hand brushes against my shoulder, his touch giving me goosebumps. "Nice try, but I'm not buying it," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my skin.I bite back a frustrated sigh, trying to maintain my façade of sleep. If I acknowledge him now, it'll only encourage him to keep pestering me. "Go away, pervert."Vincent chuckles, but I hear him move away. Good, he is going to leave me alone.~-~The golden sunlight trickles onto my skin, a slow warmth that seeps into my bones. I stretch out like a cat under the covers, my m
VincentIrritation threatened to bubble up inside me for being woken up so early, but when I saw Sarah's beaming face and sparkling eyes, I couldn't bring myself to be angry.I have never seen someone get so excited about some damn flowers.I will have to give her props, though. The flowers did liven up the garden quite a bit.After my mother was gone, I didn't bother with the garden much. In the back of my mind, I always figured the next woman in my life would be the one taking care of the house and garden. It's just weird to see that the woman happens to be my enemy, Thomas's daughter.I guess I can only blame myself for that one.I don't see Sarah anywhere when I get back into our bedroom, so I leave for the office without saying goodbye. I have a lot to do today.~-~The door bursts open — no knock, no politeness — and in storms, Thomas Whitmore. His cheeks are aflame, eyes sparking with the kind of frustration that makes me pleased. I can see it now, the simmering rage, the despe
Vincent I stride inside the house and let out a sigh of relief. I am finally home after a long day of work. Now I will have to get ready for the stupid conference tomorrow. But when I go inside the bedroom, I see her. Sarah. She is sprawled across the bed like she owns the damn place, her long legs a careless tangle among the sheets. She's lost in another world between those pages, fully focused on her book. It's probably one of those trashy romance books she loves to read so damn much. She doesn't even look up at me, oblivious to everything else around her. And damn if it doesn't stoke the fire in me! Her hair spills over the pillow, wild and untamed. Even from here, I can tell her shirt's creased, buttons undone just enough to make promises no saint could keep. God...it has been so long since I fucked her. A low growl rumbles in my chest, and I can't help but admire the view. Sarah, with her guard down, is a sight that could make a man forget his own name. I lean against the
SarahI bury my face into a pillow, refusing to look at him. My neck burns and I feel an ache between my legs as I hear his belt buckle coming undone, followed by the zippers of his pants.Oh god, it's really happening. He is going to fuck me again. Or use me, as he explained.Why do I keep letting him, you ask?Well, what can I say...I'm also using him for my own pleasure. My hatred for him keeps growing, but unfortunately, so is my desire for him.He tugs my underwear down, fully exposing me to him. I gasp as I feel his hand between my legs. "Hmm...you aren't ready yet, but I can fix that," he says with a smirk.I don't have the strength to fight him. Why should I? He is the devil himself. I'm becoming the slave to my own flesh, and he is making me this way."You are mine, Sarah. I will keep reminding you of that." He thrusts his hand in my hair and pulls my head back so he can look at my face.When he releases me, I want to yell at him and tell him to go away, but I only manage to
SarahI woke up the next day alone in bed. My body aching and naked in a tangled mess of sheets. Vincent kept his promise and fucked me all night, the bastard. Where does he get all this energy!?I try to get up but groan and lie on my side again because I'm painfully sore. Ugh...maybe I should just stay in bed all day."Ms. Sarah, the breakfast is ready," Jennifer calls out from outside of my door."Could you bring it to my room, please?" I ask her."Sure, Miss. Just give me a moment," she says, and I hear her footsteps fade away.Thank God for this sweet woman!I sink my face into the pillow, my body is still tingling from last night. I can still smell him on the sheets and pillow. As I breathe in his essence, I feel a familiar heat building between my legs, yearning for more of him.Sarah, you hopeless slut!I scramble to find a nightshirt and cover myself before Jennifer returns with breakfast. I can't help but feel embarrassed, knowing that she probably heard everything going on
VincentI didn't bother saying goodbye to that little brat this morning, but now I'm feeling a bit...I don't know...Melancholic?No, that's not a term I'd ordinarily associate with myself. Yet, here I am, feeling a twinge of something similar to regret for not saying goodbye to Sarah this morning.This is absurd.She passed out completely after I gave her her fourth orgasm. Jeez, if she is going to stick around as my wife, she better learn to fucking keep up.My plane was supposed to take off in a few minutes, so I contemplated calling home to hear her voice, but I decided against it at the last minute.It's a moment of weakness, nothing more. I am Vincent Sterling, after all, a man who doesn't succumb to sentimental urges.I lean back in my seat, staring out at the clouds rolling by."Could I offer you something to drink, sir?" The flight attendant interrupts my thoughts."Whiskey, please," I say shortly.The flight attendant offers me a glass of whiskey, and I accept it with a nod,
Sarah"Come on, don't hold back. Do you enjoy having me inside you?" His husky voice gives me goosebumps and the honest truth spills out of my mouth.I tell him he ruined me. Just the mere thought of him touching me makes me wet between my legs. And yes, despite everything else, I still miss him."Sarah, are you still there?" He growls, snapping me back into reality."Yes," I whisper."Are you in our bedroom right now? He asks."Yes, I am. Why do you ask?" I counter."I want you to do something for me," he says."Why should I do anything you ask me to?" I pout even though he can't see me."Just do it," he says, his voice a blend of command and seduction,I pause, weighing my options. The idea of refusing him outright tempts me, but curiosity and that unyielding connection I feel towards him win over. "Fine. What is it?" I ask a hint of defiance still in my tone."I want you to close your eyes and touch yourself, thinking of me, of us together. Can you do that for me, Sarah?" His voice
Vincent"Stop what, Vincent?" Sarah asks in her little voice that exudes innocence, but I know better now.She is a cunning little thing."If I hear Jared's name come out of your mouth one more time, there will be consequences," I growl into the phone."Oooh! I am sooo scared," she mocks me.She is so going to get it when I get back home!"Sarah, I'm warning you," I husk, still gripping my cock. It's throbbing and is hungry for attention."I am rubbing my clit now, Vincent. And it feels so good. But I won't tell you who I'm thinking about right this moment. I won't tell you whose image is making me so wet," she says.Her breathing sounds ragged, and that lets me know that she is not lying about pleasuring herself right now. But what if she really is thinking about Jared?How can I know for sure!?"Sarah, please. Stop playing with me," I snap at her.Sarah's laughter rings in my ear, and it turns me on even more. I want to jump through the phone and grab her, and then fuck her senseles
SarahMy heart feels like it will burst right out of my chest. Bryce is home. It has been two weeks since the kidnapping but I don't want to think about it anymore. My baby is finally back in my arms after the agonizing days of not knowing where he was or if I'd ever see him again. I cling to him tightly, tears of joy and relief streaming down my face."It's okay, Mommy's got you," I whisper, stroking his hair as he nestles against me.Vincent wraps his arms around us both, and we stay huddled together on the couch for a long time, just holding each other and crying. We are exhausted, completely drained after the trauma of Bryce's kidnapping. But now that he is home safe, some of the crushing weight has been lifted off our shoulders."I can't believe this nightmare is finally over," Vincent says hoarsely, his voice heavy with emotion. "We've got our boy back."I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. The terror and despair of the past week still cling to me, making my hands
VincentThe whiskey burns my throat as I swallow hard. Across from me sits Detective Mills, his steely eyes boring into mine."It's the work of Thomas. I know it," I tell him.I shift in my seat. Thomas Whitmore. Just the sound of his name makes my blood boil.Mills nods. "We have to consider every possibility. Especially given your...history with the man."I let out a bitter laugh. "History. That's one word for it." My hands curl into fists at the memory. "I stole everything from me. So he stole my son."Mills holds my gaze steadily. "I appreciate you being so candid. We'll leave no stone unturned in investigating Whitmore's involvement. I promise you that."I let out a shaky breath, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on my chest. But for Bryce, I have to stay strong."Just bring me back my boy," I say hoarsely. "Whatever it takes."Mills nods, his eyes filled with grim determination. "We will, Vincent. You have my word."Mills gathers up the case files on the table, tucking the
VincentMy heart pounds like a jackhammer as I pace back and forth across the living room floor. The clock on the wall ticks deafeningly loud, each second an eternity as I wait anxiously for the phone to ring. I run a shaky hand through my hair, swallowing hard past the lump in my throat.Sarah is sitting on the couch, sobbing quite while the police detective stares at the phone. I am told that the kidnappers always call immediately after the kidnapping."Come on, come on," I mutter under my breath, glancing at the silent phone for the hundredth time. I bite my lip until I taste blood, trying to rein in the panic rising in my chest.Where is he? Is he okay? A million terrifying scenarios race through my mind, each one worse than the last. I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head sharply. I can't go there. I have to keep it together for Bryce.I stop pacing and take a deep breath, rolling my shoulders back. I just have to hold on a little longer. Everything is going to be okay. The phon
SarahIt is finally Christmas day and I am feeling pretty festive as all of us gathered around the beautifully decorated Christmas tree."Look at all these presents!" Sophia exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. "You guys went overboard.""Sarah did most of the shopping," Vincent announces."I couldn't help it. I love spending your money," I grin. "Besides, it's Bryce's first Christmas!""Where is the little guy?" Lucy asks."Upstairs, sleeping. I will wake him up in a few minutes," I say."It's also my first Christmas with my wife," Vincent says, pulling me closer.My heart flutters as I look at his loving gaze. "That's the real present," I tease, nudging him gently.Nathan suddenly enters the room, carrying a tray of steaming mugs of hot chocolate."Hot chocolate, anyone?" Nathan offers, his gaze lingering on Lucy for just a moment longer than necessary."Thanks, Nathan," I say, gratefully taking a mug from him. I noticed the subtle tension between Nathan and Lucy.
Sarah"Alright, ladies," Vincent says with a grin, "I've got to head out. Take good care of our little furball, won't you?""Of course!" I reply, giving him a quick peck on the lips before ushering him out the door. "Have a great day at work.""Thanks, love. See you all tonight." With a final wave, Vincent closes the door behind him."Alright, girls, let's go play with the new puppy!" I exclaim, clapping my hands together in excitement. "Let's take him outside in the garden.Lucy and Sophia laughed, but I knew they were just as excited as I was.Outside, the sun was shining bright, so it was the perfect weather for the puppy to run around."Is Bryce is going to be okay?" Sophia asks."Oh, yes. He is fast asleep, and I can hear the monitor on my phone, "I reply. I can't wait until he is old enough to play with Teddy," I add as I look at the little dog frolicking around.I watch with amusement as Teddy leaps into the air, trying to catch a butterfly that is just out of his reach."What
SarahAs soon as we enter the animal shelter, my heart leaps. I take in the sight of all those wagging tails and perked ears poking out from behind chain link fences."Hey there, cutie!" I coo, stopping to scratch a spotted mutt behind his floppy ears. His tail thumps against the concrete floor in appreciation.Vincent chuckles, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Someone's excited.""Are you kidding? Just look at all these faces!" I gesture excitedly. "How could I not be? There are so many puppies here!"Vincent smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "How will you choose?""I will know when I see the right one," I say determinedly.We make our way down the crowded aisles, pausing every so often so I can offer a scratch or a kind word. Somewhere among all this fur and fluff was a new member of our family, just waiting to be found.I can't wait to welcome them home.I let my feet guide me, weaving through the maze of kennels as I take in all the unique personalities around me. There are
SarahI scowl as I see Lucy striding toward me in the garden.Should I pretend like I didn't see her and walk back inside the house?No, that's just silly. Besides, I have no reason to be this hostile to her. She hasn't done anything to me to deserve such treatment. If anything, it's my insecurity that's the real problem!"Sarah! Hi!" She says cheerfully as she finally caught up with me."H-hi," I say, holding Bryce pressed against my chest. He is finally able to breathe without oxygen tube and is healthy enough to see some sunlight. So I had him wrapped inside one of those baby slings so I can walk with him in the garden.Lucy's grey eyes warm as she looks at Bryce. "Oh my goodness, he's adorable! How's he doing?""He's doing great," I reply, my initial tension easing a bit. "He's come a long way.""I'm so glad to hear that," Lucy says, her smile warm and genuine. "You must be so relieved.""I am," I admit, my voice softening. "It's been a tough few months, but seeing him like this m
Vincent"Humph!"Sarah mutters under her breath, but I hear it clearly.My lips quirk into a mischievous grin as I revel in her obvious discontent.Meanwhile, Lucy remains blissfully unaware of Sarah's disapproval, flashing a toothy smile my way."Vince! Oh, it's so good to see you again. I've missed you," Lucy says.She had rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace earlier right in front of Sarah.Oh, boy. I'll be in trouble later.Jennifer's daughter Lucy towered over Sarah, her long and slender frame accentuated by the ash blonde locks cascading down her back. Her piercing light grey eyes seemed to radiate an intense energy.Right now, we are all sitting in the living room. Jennifer served us coffee and some snacks so we can catch up with Lucy."My god, Vince. I can't believe you got married. And to someone so...young at that," Lucy says, looking at Sarah."I am not that young," Sarah nearly barks, her tone defensive and her eyes narrowing.Lucy raises an eye
SarahSix days until Christmas. Oh god, I'm so excited!Bryce is now two months old, and he looks healthier than ever despite being so small. The little guy has brought so much joy into our lives, and this will be his first Christmas. I can't wait to see his reaction to the lights and the decorations!I am running around the house, adding final touches to the decorations. In two months, I also regained my health, feeling stronger and more energized each day.I take a moment to admire the scene, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. After everything we've been through recently, this moment of peace feels even more precious.I walk over to the crib where Bryce is lying, watching the mobile spin slowly above him. His big eyes are wide with wonder, and he coos softly."Hey there, buddy," I whisper, leaning down to gently stroke his tiny hand. "Ready for your first Christmas?"Bryce's fingers curl around mine, and I can't help but smile.I feel a presence behind me, but I don't turn ar