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Derek’s povI stare at her, my mind racing. Say what? "Layla, are you serious? You never… ever?"She looks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself. Damn, woman! That's my job. "I didn't think it was a big deal. I just… I didn't know it could feel like that".Of course you didn't, my favorite nectar. Her first time! "Der", she calls softly."You should have told me. You should have asked me to stop!".Oh fuck, I'm snapping at her again.I should have known! I should have fucking known it was her first time! It's Layla! Why didn't I realize? Of course, that was her first orgasm. Her first orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking ruined it."We shouldn't have, Layla", I say softly, my voice trembling as I raise myself up and run up the stairs. What am I doing? Coward!Fuck. Her first orgasm, and I made her cum her release like she knew exactly what she was doing. I should have been gentle with her. Layla deserved a slow introduction to pleasure. Why did I let her beg for me like that?
Aneeka’s povI knew he was going to be mad, but not this mad. Okay, that's a lie. I knew he'd be really, really mad. I wanted him to be mad."Layla! Open this door now!" His voice is getting louder, angrier.Okay, maybe I underestimated how mad he’d be. Hopefully the door is made of some sort of fine, indestructible material. Because at this point, he's going to break it down.I press my back against the door, hoping my weight can keep him out. "Go away, Der!" I shout, trying to hold in my laugh but failing miserably."Not a chance!" he shouts, pounding on the door."I need to be alone. I'm going to be very busy, Der", I reply, my cheeks hurting from holding in my laughter. "It's going to be a long night, and you're ruining it", I whisper.There's a pause, and for a moment, I think he's given up. But then I hear him sigh. His voice is lower now, but still intense. "Baby, open the door. Please, Layla".I bite my lip, my heart racing. Why does he have to sound so hot? And sexy? What doe
Aneeka’s life was imploding right before her eyes..Damon had always been cold and distant in public, but today his contempt was sharper than ever. His eyes barely met hers, and when they did, they were filled with irritation.While Anne’s wedding to her high school sweetheart was in full swing, the contrast between the joy around her and the emptiness inside her felt suffocating. It should’ve been her day too—the woman married to Damon for four years. Today was their anniversary. But Damon wasn’t celebrating her. He was at the bar with Lily, the maid of honor, lavishing her with praise.“Perfect!” Scott, Damon’s best friend, shouted, his voice too loud.Aneeka scanned the room, searching for Damon. She spotted him laughing with Lily, her stomach dropping. She knew better than to interrupt.She slumped into a chair behind them, the sound of their voices grinding against her nerves. Damon was all smiles, calling Lily “gorgeous” and “perfect.” Each word felt like a knife twisting deeper
Damon dropped to one knee, his eyes locked on Lily’s, and pulled a small box from his pocket. The diamond ring sparkled under the dim light, a mockery of the vows they had once exchanged.“Marry me,” he said, his voice low, his tone almost smoldering.Lily’s gasp was audible as she gazed at the ring, her face lighting up with joy.But across the room, Aneeka’s world shattered.How could he? The question tore through her mind, jagged and unforgiving. The emptiness, the loneliness, the countless nights of wondering where she had gone wrong.She had convinced herself she could endure a loveless marriage, telling herself stability and familiarity were enough. But this? Proposing to another woman? It destroyed her.The sound of Lily’s ecstatic screams were the last things Aneeka heard before the darkness overtook her.Aneeka woke to the sterile smell of the hospital room. Her head throbbed, her limbs heavy, but it was Damon’s cold voice that pierced the haze of her drug-induced sleep.“Her
Aneeka’s povFor the first time in years, I’ve found the courage to leave my loveless marriage. The weight of this decision was heavy, like a stone pressing down on my chest, but it also thrilled me. I was choosing myself for the first time, my happiness, my peace. The thought of starting again, rediscovering who I was, terrified me. But what else could I do?Who said good things came easy? No one.Two hours had passed since my lawyer’s call, and my headache hadn’t gone away. The news he’d shared disturbed me, unsettling things I’d tried to bury deep inside. Memories I had longed to forget resurfaced, dragging me back to a place where I felt trapped all over again.My mother was a control freak. We never had much of a relationship because of her constant need to dominate, to criticize, to demand the impossible. Her passing was bittersweet. It’s strange to admit, but the truth was undeniable—her death gave me freedom.But guess whose mother couldn’t let go of control, even in death?Min
Aneeka’s povThe hard, defined body I’m plastered against stiffens. My arms tighten instinctively around his neck as I feel his reaction, my eyes squeezing shut in the intense moment. We stand there freezing for what feels like minutes. I’m counting.I feel his lips–– flat and firm move against mine, slow at first. Then, with a hint of something more, he nibbles on my bottom lip. Before I can fully register it, his tongue pushes past my lips, and the kiss deepens. It’s fierce, almost primal, like he’s taking something from me.Seconds pass, and the kiss only grows hotter.I’m still counting.My body melts against him, the heat rising between us. To my shock, he pulls me close, his hands circling my waist, tugging me tight. His kiss tastes like heaven–– delicious, bold and manly. My inner goddess ignites, fiery and reckless, urging me to lean into him more. I can feel his desire–- hard and unrelenting.I’ve never felt this desired, this wanted. Not by Damon. Not by anyone.But wait. Wh
Derek’s povI was strongly against employing a dismissed military officer as an assistant, and I was right to be.My contacts at the military base described him as 'annoyingly resourceful'. A warning, and I ignored it. Now I'm paying for it.Why did I let Charlton, my best friend and business partner talk me into this? I swear, I'm going to kill him.If looks could kill, the board's representative would've been dead ten minutes into this meeting. Hell, in my mind, I've already buried him.How could he stand there, smug as ever, presenting a report of incompetence to me? My airline is the reason every one of those idiots had dinner with the president last week. And yet, here we are.Ungrateful bastards."The board's considering a vote of no confidence, but they're willing to give you one last chance. If not, the investors for the expansion will pull out". I roll my eyes, my mouth itch to tell him to fuck off but if I open my mouth, this would be worse than it is already.Why the hell
Layla? Of course, it had to be him. Only one person could make me feel like this.Not even married to Damon for so long made me feel this way. Our intimate moments were always cold, forced, like a script I had to follow. But Derek? He's different. He's always been different.When he asked me to kiss him, I was so sure I wouldn't stop, even if he begged me to. But then he said that name, and everything inside me froze. I pulled back, really seeing him for the first time. He hadn't changed much, he was still as handsome as I remembered. No, more handsome. How did I not recognise him before the kiss?And wait, did he just ask me to marry him?Could my life get any worse? First Damon, then my mother, and now … I've just kissed the man who swore he'll kill me the next time we meet.The door opened. Charlton. My stomach drops, my life flashing before my eyes. This just went from bad to worse. I want to crawl into a hole and disappear.I glance at Damon and Lily. Maybe staying married to Dam
Aneeka’s povI knew he was going to be mad, but not this mad. Okay, that's a lie. I knew he'd be really, really mad. I wanted him to be mad."Layla! Open this door now!" His voice is getting louder, angrier.Okay, maybe I underestimated how mad he’d be. Hopefully the door is made of some sort of fine, indestructible material. Because at this point, he's going to break it down.I press my back against the door, hoping my weight can keep him out. "Go away, Der!" I shout, trying to hold in my laugh but failing miserably."Not a chance!" he shouts, pounding on the door."I need to be alone. I'm going to be very busy, Der", I reply, my cheeks hurting from holding in my laughter. "It's going to be a long night, and you're ruining it", I whisper.There's a pause, and for a moment, I think he's given up. But then I hear him sigh. His voice is lower now, but still intense. "Baby, open the door. Please, Layla".I bite my lip, my heart racing. Why does he have to sound so hot? And sexy? What doe
Derek’s povI stare at her, my mind racing. Say what? "Layla, are you serious? You never… ever?"She looks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself. Damn, woman! That's my job. "I didn't think it was a big deal. I just… I didn't know it could feel like that".Of course you didn't, my favorite nectar. Her first time! "Der", she calls softly."You should have told me. You should have asked me to stop!".Oh fuck, I'm snapping at her again.I should have known! I should have fucking known it was her first time! It's Layla! Why didn't I realize? Of course, that was her first orgasm. Her first orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking ruined it."We shouldn't have, Layla", I say softly, my voice trembling as I raise myself up and run up the stairs. What am I doing? Coward!Fuck. Her first orgasm, and I made her cum her release like she knew exactly what she was doing. I should have been gentle with her. Layla deserved a slow introduction to pleasure. Why did I let her beg for me like that?
Derek’s povI'm so dumb!When I heard her tell her friends she wanted me, I was so happy. I almost wanted to kiss her right there.When she half-ran out of the hall, I freaked out, thinking she was going to run away… again. It's Layla, and I knew she could do it, even on her wedding day. She had done it before.But she didn't leave. She stayed, she wanted me, and even called me hot. I was so happy.Then she orgasmed, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. The look on her face, her expressions, and the way her voice shook when she called me 'Der'. It was beautiful.I had never been with a woman as passionate as Layla. She was everything my body didn't know it wanted, but exactly what it needed. Still, in that moment, all I could think about was her ex-husband.He had seen her like this. He had heard her voice when she screamed her release. He knew she shut and opened her eyes in quick succession before she climaxed. He knew she scratched and cussed in pleasure.He knew her.An
Aneeka’s povDerek's eyes widen, and for a second, he's quiet. Then he steps closer, his gaze darkening. "You're killing me, princess", he says, his voice low and dangerous.I smile sweetly, leaning in closer and brushing my already hardened nipples against his arm. "Der… so you do want me?", I whisper, my voice trembling with need.Before Derek can say anything, Charlton appears again, wearing his usual smirk. Derek leans in to cover me, his tone sharp. "Charlton, leave. Now".Charlton glares at him but doesn't argue. As soon as he's gone, Derek growls, his hands grabbing my breast, his touch sending shivers through me. "I need you, Layla. I want you", he says, his voice trembling with desperation. "Please".Before I can respond, Derek's lips crash against mine, his kiss fierce and possessive. His hands roam my bare body, his touch burns everywhere it goes. I want to stop him, and make him beg, but I don't have to."Derek Simons, please come on stage", the host announces."Shit. No, I
Aneeka’s povAs my body trembles from the aftermath of my orgasm, Derek pulls back, gently stroking my cheek. "Hey", he says, his voice soft yet firm."She kissed you", I say, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "You let her kiss you".He turns to the strippers, his expression blank and his tone icy. "I hated it". Then, he turns back to me, his gaze intense. "Make me forget it. Kiss me, Layla".He bends down and claims my lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands move to untie mine from the bedpost. "Don't touch me, princess", he warns, his voice low and firm.Is he serious? How the hell am I supposed to do that?"What? No. I can't", I whisper, my voice breaking under the weight of his request."Don't do it. I'm asking you not to, please", he says, even as my hands touch his lightly.Please? That's new. He lifts my chin, his gaze intense, searching mine. I nod, unable to resist, and claim his lips again. Will I listen? No, but I need those lips now. I need him.Without
Aneeka’s pov"Don't you dare touch me!" I scream at him, my voice echoing in the quiet night. His bodyguards shift uncomfortably, their eyes darting between us, but I don't care. I'm done playing games with him. I'll kill him if he so much as touches one hair on my body.Derek freezes, his hand running through his hair. Why does he have to look so damn sexy, even now?He looks almost… hurt. But I'm not buying it. Not after everything he's done.He steps closer, and I point the gun at him, my hands trembling. Why did I even grab his gun? And why does he own a gun? Ok, he's military or ex military, right but still.He stops, but leans in, his voice low and calm. "Princess, stop this. You've never used a gun before. You're not holding it right too. Please".Princess? Is he out of his mind? After what he just did to me? After what he's been doing for the past month? It's been a whole month of being Mrs. Simons, and I'm seriously considering going back to being Mrs. Smith. At least with D
Aneeka’s povDerek's mother? I just told my mother-in-law I'm horny and sex starved? Could this day get any worse?She raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into an amused smile. "Well, that was... enlightening, sweetie," she says, her tone light but with a certain sharpness that makes my stomach flip.I open my mouth to apologize, but nothing comes out. My brain is in full-on panic mode, and all I can do is stare at her.Derek steps closer, his hand resting on my shoulder in a gesture that's both possessive and reassuring. "Mom, this is Layla. Layla, this is my mother, Eleanor".I feel the color drain from my face. This is real. This is fucking happening!Eleanor looks me over with a hint of curiosity, still holding that amused smile. "Nice to meet you, Layla". Her eyes glint, and I can't tell if she's genuinely kind or if she's enjoying my discomfort just a little too much. "I'm sorry you're in so much…pain, love".I want to sink into the floor and disappear forever.Derek, sensing th
Aneeka’s povIt happened so fast. All I remember is blood. I apologized. Why can't he forgive me?"Do you take Derek Simon to be your lawfully…"The priest's voice booms, but I don't hear the rest.Why is he asking me? Does he think I have a choice? Of course, I'll say yes.As the priest pronounces us husband and wife, the room erupts into deafening applause. It's the most intimate gathering of strangers I've ever been part of.I can't tell if they're happy for me or for him. I don't know anyone here personally except Anna and Joy. Everyone else is just a face on TV or social media, but they're at my… sorry, our wedding.Derek turns to me, his expression unreadable. He leans in, his voice low enough for only me to hear."Don't you want to kiss me, wife?"Huh? Here? Is he insane?"Aneeka, you may kiss your husband", the priest says.I blink, snapping out of my daze. The room is silent, all eyes on us. Oh crap. Derek and I are supposed to kiss.And the priest’s been waiting... while I’v
Aneeka’s pov"I am such a fool. And I don't deserve your forgiveness one bit. Oh I'm sorry".That's the last part of the horrible apology song Damon has been singing for the past thirty minutes. I hope so.It's not even a real apology. Again, I hope. I mean, he's reciting it on autopilot, like a robot stuck on repeat with a damn squirrel lodged in his throat. And the way he's trying to make it sound sincere? Please.At this point, I can't decide if I want to laugh or strangle him. Anything to make him shut up!It's been four hours. Four. Four long hours since we landed on this island, and not a single thing has gone right. Well, except for the view. And the decorations. Oh, I love those. And my dress!Honestly, if I weren't getting married to Derek, this could have been my dream wedding.He was so upset for the rest of the flight that Charlton had to physically hold him down. Guess that’s one way to keep the peace.The moment the plane landed, a group of men literally jumped on Damon.