Hello, lovelies. This is today's second update. Thanks for your love. xoxo. Lisa Salman
She started trailing her tongue on the rough skin of his face and even giggled when felt ticklish against her tongue. “River!” Marwick wanted to protest but it came out as a moan and River closed her eyes. “You never told me you tasted so good, Marwick Garner.” Her face was still wet with tears and her azure eyes were looking at him with so much innocence. She kept holding him but leaned back her head to have a good look at him. “Your tears are… still there. Are you still crying?” Marwick asked her softly making her chuckle. She couldn’t speak so she just nodded. “Can I wipe your face,” he asked her, slowly leaning his head towards her face, “If you allow. I need to wipe your tears.” River blushed and nodded, her heart fluttering at his gentle voice, "Yes, please," she whispered, feeling vulnerable in his presence. Marwick started wiping away her tears with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down her spine, "Please stop crying" he said softly. And then he did something unexpe
It was early morning and his investigator had asked Chad to reach Ashton Garner early morning. He couldn’t arrange an appointment around lunch as Ashton Garner was a busy man. Chad was sitting in a big drawing room of this elite residence. He had heard that Ashton Garner was thrown away by his father, passing all the property to his grandson, Marwick Garner. But now looking at the luxury house and army of servants, he could not believe that it might hold any truth. The elite drawing room of the residence exuded luxury. Especially those ornate chandeliers. Chad ran a quick gaze at the luxurious leather sofas and plush velvet chairs. He shifted uneasily in his seat, feeling strange. As he sat there, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversations between the butlers and maids, who didn’t seem formal as opposed to what he had found among the elites around him. They were continuously laughing not at all afraid of their employer. The room's décor spoke volumes about Ashton’s r
The next day when River woke up, she stretched in bed with a smile. Last night whatever happened felt like a dream. She wanted to stay in bed and wanted to remember whatever Marwick did to her with his hands, lips, and tongue. She could still feel his taste on her lips. She got up and pressed the bell to call Greta. “Good morning, ma’am,” the middle-aged woman greeted her with the same sweet smile. “Hello, Greta.” She tried to get up from the bed and felt a little shaky. “Careful, Ms.” Greta at once got to her in time, “your meds are making you dizzy.” “Oh, it’s nothing, Greta. Please tell the chef I want to have a large breakfast.” She told her excitedly and Greta knew that for some reason the girl seemed too happy and too chirpy today. She at once went to the intercom and asked the chef to cook a bigger portion of her favorite food. River took some extra time in the shower today. She wanted to smell good. Though Marwick was expected to arrive at night, but she didn’t want to
She didn’t wait and hurriedly scurried to a side of the living room. She turned around and found him coming after her with a predator look. It was the same look she witnessed when he was following her in the Emerald Hotel the first day. She didn’t know much about the house, and her survival instincts took her to a hallway. There were several doors there and one of them was the most huge one. She emptied one hand by pushing the potatoes in her mouth and opened the door. It seemed like a garden. Without a backward glance, she had stepped into it. Marwick's laughter filled the hallway as he saw where she was heading and followed her into the garden, enjoying the chase. River had taken off the slippers and was running bare feet on the soft grass, feeling the coolness under her feet. She glanced back to see Marwick gaining on her and giggled, picking up her pace. "This time you can't escape me, Bella!" he called after her, his voice filled with amusement. River turned to face him, a
“If couples want to get intimate, they must do it in their bedroom!” Gerald spoke strolling to the door not caring if they were following him or not and River gritted her teeth to avoid smiling. Marwick was walking beside her, but he too was trying to look a little aloof. River couldn’t help it and hit lightly on Marwick’s shoulder. He remained serious when he pushed her aside playfully. Poor Gerald was still talking about something, but all River had on her mind was Marwick’s taste on her lips and how he slid his tongue inside her mouth and how… Ouch! She scrunched her nose when she bumped into Gerald. She didn’t have any idea when these two men stopped walking.They were now standing in the living room and were looking at her. “What?” she asked them in confusion. “He is asking about how you are doing. He wants to know about your health,” Marwick told her straight-faced, “But I don’t know… what you are thinking. Care to share?” Marwick raised a challenging brow, but River could
As Marwick leaned in to kiss her, River's heart skipped a beat. It was a tender and unexpected gesture, leaving her momentarily breathless. Before she could fully process the sweetness of the moment, they heard Gerald's voice behind them. "I guess you should have told me this, silly," Gerald teased behind them, and River saw Marwick groan and close his eyes. It was clear that Marwick didn't have any plans for Gerald to find this. Maybe because Gerald was getting to know more than what Marwick intended to allow. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she pulled away from Marwick, trying to regain her composure. This was the second time today that Gerald caught them kissing red-handed. "Gerald, it's not what you think," she stammered, her voice betraying her own emotions. Gerald looked at Marwick, "Something fishy. Huh. What's going on here?" he asked, his tone playful. "Who are you, man?" he had a teasing grin on his face, and it was making Marwick more defensive. He sigh
They were having dinner on the balcony of the first floor. She was craving a restaurant styled rare steak. So, Marwick got it made by his chef. “So, what’s your education?” Marwick asked her when Greta arranged the table for them. “Graduation,” she said a little uncomfortable by the question. “Any siblings?” he asked her and started cutting her steak into bite-sized pieces. “Come on. I am not a toddler,” Ignoring his question she laughed but he kept doing his job. “You can’t give this much stress to your hand.” He said and placed the plate before her. They both were dressed casually, in sweatpants and sando shirts. The weather had taken a one eighty degree turn and was a little humid now, but it sometimes used to turn chilly without warning. “You didn’t answer me.” He remarked not looking offended, but his sharp eyes were on her face now. She was not telling about her siblings. “I just did. I told you, I am a graduate.” She said and got busied with her steak. He kept looking a
River had to face disappointment because of Gerald’s call. She was about to have this romantic and intimate moment with Marwick until he gave him the idea to take her along. She finished the cold dinner with Marwick and stood up from her seat. “Won't you have more wine?” he offered her and tried to divert his gaze when she stretched up her arms and gave a good show of her belly button. “Nah. I am too excited to have anything,” she dropped her arms to her sides and offered him, her hand. “Excited about what?” “Going to Africa! Gerald just told you that we both should go there. And I also find it practical. It's so sweet of him for sending us there, together.” “Gerald is NOT sending you there, River. He just gave a suggestion!” “Oh, I see. Still!” she forced an overly cheerful grin, “We need to do a few preparations, Marw!” she said before pulling him up. Marw? Did she just call me… She was overly excited while walking to her room, holding his hand. “There is so much to do.” Sh