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
Sarah"Well played, Sarah. Well played."I can't help but giggle as I read Vincent's text, knowing that he received my surprise present. Imagining his grumpy face and the cartoonish steam coming out of his ears as he watches a clown performance brings me so much joy.I wish I was there to see it!My phone interrupted my thoughts with a call from Vincent, but I decided to let him cool down for a bit.I snuggle back into bed, still feeling giddy from our dirty phone talk. Who knew I had it in me? Definitely not me!Vincent may be a grouch, but he sure knows his stuff when it comes to sex. Maybe marrying him wasn't such a bad idea after all...My phone rings again. Wow, Vincent sure is persistent. I guess I better answer the phone before he explodes.But to my surprise, it was Jared who was calling me.I quickly answer the phone, my heart pounding. I haven't spoken to him since my birthday party."Hey, Jared, what's up?" I ask, trying to sound casual, but I can hear the nervousness in my
Vincent "What is she doing now?" Nathan sighs. "They're still just talking, Vince. That's all they have been doing for the last hour—talking." I'm still not convinced. I had Nathan follow Sarah around to watch what she does in my absence and she had the galls to meet with her boy toy Jared. That little Minx! "How is she talking to him?" I ask him grimly. "What do you mean how is she talking?" Nathan asks, confused. "Is she laughing, smiling, touching him? Does it seem intimate or just friendly?" I clarify, my voice tight with barely concealed frustration. The thought of her with Jared, acting like they used to before I came into the picture, gnaws at me more than I care to admit. Nathan pauses for a moment, as if considering his words carefully. "It's mostly friendly, Vincent. Sure, she laughs at some of his jokes, but it's not like they're all over each other. They're just sitting across from each other at a café, having coffee." I try to process this information calmly, but
SarahJennifer stood in the kitchen, a look of confusion on her face as I waltzed in.So I say excitedly, "I want to cook dinner tonight."She raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my sudden desire. I have never tried to cook since I started living here."Really? What's the occasion?" she asks.I shrug nonchalantly. "No occasion, I just felt like it."Jennifer's face softens into a smile as she nods. "Well, I'll happily be your sous chef then."My grin widens. "That would be awesome! So, I was wondering..." I hesitate, suddenly feeling shy."What is it, Miss?" Jennifer asks, curious about my sudden change in demeanor."What is...what is Vincent's favorite food?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.Jennifer gives me a gentle smile. "Vincent's favorite food is lasagna. He loves anything with pasta and cheese.""Oh, okay. Can you teach me how to make it? I never tried to cook it before," I say."Of course. Is it because Sir is coming home tonight?" Jennifer raises an eyebrow.I blu
Sarah"I'm going to grab a shower before bed, care to join me?" Vincent asks me, his lips curling into a smile.I blush. How can he say that so casually? "Join you?""Yes. Why do you look so horrified, like we haven't had sex a hundred times already?" He says, leaning toward me.I feel my cheeks burn even hotter at his blunt words. "I-I just wasn't expecting you to ask so... casually," I stammer, trying to regain my composure.Vincent chuckles, the sound low and husky. "Well, why not? We're husband and wife, aren't we?"I bite my lip nervously, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, the idea of sharing a shower with Vincent is undeniably tempting. But on the other hand, I can't shake the feeling of vulnerability that comes with being so intimate with him.But if I agree so easily, he will know I want him. I can't have that!"No thanks," I say, turning my head away.Vincent's expression shifts, his smile faltering slightly at my response. "Suit yourself."I can't help b
Vincent"Stop giving me that look," I grumble, trying to nudge Sarah away, but she just snuggles in closer."What look?" Sarah asks with wide eyes."Don't act innocent," I say, trying to hide a smile. "You know what I'm talking about.""I really don't," she protests. "Why don't you enlighten me, Vincent?""You are looking at me like...like...you are in love with me or something," I say.Sarah's cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink, and she averts her gaze for a moment before meeting mine again."Well, maybe I am," she admits softly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.I pause, caught off guard by her admission. For a moment, I'm rendered speechless, unsure of how to respond to her unexpected confession."What the hell are you saying?" I manage to let out, my voice betraying my shock.Sarah bites her lower lip and looks at me intently as if she doesn't know how to respond. But then, after a long moment of contemplation, she lets out a sigh. "I'm joking, of course. I could never love
Sarah"I made a decision. From now on, my main mission is to make Vincent fall in love with me," I announce.Sophia can't help but burst into laughter. "Seriously? This is your master plan?""Why are you laughing? You think I am joking, don't you? Well, I am not joking. He thinks he is so tough, so I am going to prove him wrong," I say determinedly."And how do you know he hasn't already fallen in love with you?" Sophia wiggles her eyebrows.I blush. "I don't know. He is always denying it. Even when he does something sweet, he tries to cover it by treating me harshly."Sophia shakes her head. "He is impossible. But how are you supposed to make him admit it? Cook more of his favorite meals?"I roll my eyes at Sophia's suggestion. "Too simple. No, I need to come up with something more... strategic. Something that will catch him off guard."Sophia nods in agreement. "You need to show him that you're not just some girl he can push around. You're strong, independent, and worthy of his love
SarahBoredom seeps into my bones as I mindlessly scroll through Facebook. Vincent has been busy, and when he came home, he went straight to sleep. He hadn't been pouncing on me, and I should be relieved, but...I am almost disappointed.Ugh! Something is definitely wrong with me!Facebook is doing nothing to cure my boredom, either. Nothing but washed-up high school friends posting selfies of their perfect lives and humblebrags of their latest vacations makes me want to hurl the phone across the room.But then suddenly, an ad catches my eye: Dance Class.I slam the phone down, pulse racing. I need this.Vincent's study door creaks open as I storm in, chest heaving. He glares up from his desk, annoyance etched into his sharp features. "What is it now, Sarah?"I jut out my chin and cross my arms. "I'm enrolling in a dance class."One dark eyebrow lifts as he leans back in his chair. "Is that so?" His tone is deceptively light, like the calm before a gathering storm."Yes." I mirror his
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