Juliette walked into Ryan's living room, finding him engrossed in whatever he was doing on his laptop. Surprised by her sudden entrance, Ryan quickly closed his laptop, attempting to hide whatever he had been looking at. Juliette couldn't help but smirk at his reaction. "Why? Are you hiding something from me?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "Good morning to you too," Ryan retorted with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Rather than getting into a snarky banter, Juliette scoffed and settled herself on the couch across from Ryan. He leaned back, crossing his legs and folding his hands on his chest. His eyes locked onto hers, silently urging her to speak. "So..." he started, breaking the silence. "Why did you want to see me?" he asked. "Why didn't you ask why I looked disheveled yesterday?" Juliette replied, her tone slightly softer. Ryan paused for a moment, sensing a subtle shift in her demeanor. "Simple. I love minding my own business. Is there a problem with that?" he retort
Adrienne stood in her cozy kitchen, a cloud of flour floating in the air as she vigorously mixed the cookie batter. An unexplained craving for homemade cookies had taken hold of her, prompting her to embark on her very first baking adventure. Thankfully, Lucy, her self-proclaimed baking expert, had offered to lend a hand. "I love the end result, but hate the process of cooking," Adrienne sighed, her voice tinged with a hint of laziness. "Oh, Adrienne, you truly are something else," Lucy chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. Curiosity sparked in Adrienne's eyes as she inquired, "Is Daniel still sound asleep?" Lucy pondered for a moment before nodding her head, her brows furrowing. "I'm not entirely sure why he came here just to sleep. But hey, as long as he's happy, right? Our doors are always open for him. Although, having him join us in the kitchen would've been an added bonus." "Lazy girl. Is this how you plan to behave once you're a wife?" Adrienne scoffed, a smirk tu
Juliette entered Daniel's house after successfully inputting the passcode. As she stepped inside, the emptiness of the place confirmed her suspicion that he wasn't home. She recalled hearing his phone ring at Adrienne's house, which only fueled her frustration. Disdainfully, Juliette settled herself on the couch. "And he had the audacity to claim he was working here," she muttered under her breath, her disbelief evident in her tone. Sitting there, she found herself staring at the ceiling, an overwhelming sense of misery flooding through her. "This misery should be Adrienne's burden, not mine," She blurted out, as if speaking to the vacant room. Attempting to shake off her despondency, she decided to rest her eyes and patiently wait for Daniel's return, hoping for an explanation. Her dozing state was interrupted by the distinct beeping sound of the door unlocking. Someone was inputting the passcode, and Juliette's heart raced in anticipation with the realization that Daniel had r
Adrienne cautiously stepped into the room, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes darted around, searching for any signs, any trace of Richard's presence. But it was clear that he wasn't there, leaving behind an unsettling stillness that seemed to suffocate the space. With hesitant steps, she edged towards his study, instinctively drawn by a hauntingly familiar scent hanging in the air. The unmistakable aroma of cigarette smoke wrapped around her senses, an undeniable sign that Richard had been indulging in his vice within the confines of this room. Pushing open the door to the study, Adrienne found herself confronted by a scene of dimly illuminated books and scattered papers. A faint haze hovered in the air, only illuminated by the gentle glow of a desk lamp. Her gaze traveled towards the figure silhouetted by the moonlight, leaning effortlessly against the window frame. Richard's intense stare locked onto hers, a silent understanding passing between them. For a fleeting m
"I want more..." she confessed, her words barely a whisper but brimming with conviction. "I was going to give you more, even if you didn't ask for it..." He whispered in her ear, causing her heart to race once more. He swiftly gathered her in his arms and carried her to the desk. With one hand, he cleared the items from his table, causing a loud crash as something glass-like shattered, but they paid no attention. All they desired was the intimacy their bodies craved. "Adrienne..." she heard him murmur. Seated on the desk, with Richard standing before her, she moved her hands sensually up her dress, teasing Richard's senses as her fingers found the zipper. Slowly, she unzipped her dress and rolled the straps gently to her waist, revealing her breasts in the confines of her bra. She intended to unhook it, but he grasped her hand, halting her movements. A soft smile danced at the corners of his lips as he said, "Allow me," his voice filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. He
"So..." Adrienne broke the silence as they both regained their breath. Richard tenderly brushed strands of hair behind her ear and smiled, his eyes filled with affection. "That was... incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. Adrienne blushed and nodded, her heart swelling with happiness. "Yes, it was," she replied, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips. He gently lifted her from the table, his arms wrapped securely around her, and carried her over to the couch in his study. They lay there, enveloped in the warmth of each other's bodies, their chests rising and falling in sync. The room radiated a sense of contentment and closeness, as though they were the only two individuals in the entire world. Richard leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation. "For?" Adrienne questioned, her eyes searching his. "For coming back. For sharing this incredible
Adrienne decided to dress casually, opting for a comfortable sweatshirt and denim pants. She didn't bother with any makeup, as she simply wasn't in the mood. However, she did apply a coat of lip gloss to complete her look. Slipping on a pair of sandals, she grabbed her phone and made her way down the stairs. "Hey, good morning," Lisa greeted Adrienne, her voice filled with curiosity. Adrienne offered a quick smile in response, not pausing her steps. "Hi." "Are you heading out for a walk?" Adrienne shook her head. "I'm going to break up with Ryan. Wish me luck." Lisa's brows shot up in surprise. "That quick?" "Yup," Adrienne shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Sensing that something was off, Lisa asked, "You seem so cool about it. Are you okay?" "Yup," Adrienne maintained her facade of indifference. "Are you sure? Maybe you should ask for an explanation before ending things so abruptly. This could just be fake news, you know," Lisa persisted. Adrienne stopped in her tracks,
Adrienne was in his opulent living room, waiting for him. He finally made an appearance after a few minutes. "Darling," Ryan called out, his voice soft. "Sorry for making you wait," he apologized sheepishly. "It's alright, are you finished now?" Adrienne asked, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Unexpectedly, he caught her lips in a long, deep kiss. "Yes... come here," he whispered, leading her to the couch where they both took a seat, facing each other. "I..." Adrienne began, but he gently interrupted her. "Sorry for interrupting, but please let me speak first. I need to explain," Ryan requested, his voice filled with sincerity. "Okay. Go ahead," Adrienne agreed. "What you read was true. The article about me marrying Anabelle is not a rumor. We are indeed married," Ryan sighed, pausing momentarily to gauge Adrienne's reaction. "Okay... so?" Adrienne responded, motioning for him to continue, surprising Ryan. Her calmness in the face of his confession was the opposite of what he had