"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
"Hey..." Adrienne said to Lucy with concern evident in her voice. Lucy was in the guest room, looking pale and disoriented from just waking up. The IV drip connected to her veins was still attached and she was struggling to sit up when she heard Adrienne's voice. "Hi..." Lucy replied, her voice filled with exhaustion and a hint of frustration. "Look who wanted to practice celibacy with me," Adrienne teased, attempting to lighten the mood. Lucy let out a soft giggle, momentarily forgetting her discomfort. "What do you mean?" Lucy asked, her brow furrowing with curiosity. Adrienne took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to break the news to Lucy. "Congratulations. Doctor Andy confirmed it - you're pregnant," Adrienne revealed, her voice filled with an odd mix of excitement and sadness. Lucy's heart swelled with joy, disbelief coloring her expression. "Really? For real? I'm going to be a mother again?" Lucy exclaimed, a mix of emotions causing tears to well up in her eyes.
"Gay? What do you mean? Why should I be gay? Do I look gay?" he asked defensively. Adrienne's eyes narrowed, indicating toward his zipper. Confused, he glanced down. "What? My zipper isn't open," he replied. Adrienne sighed, rolling her eyes. "No, that's not what I meant. Look, there's nothing there," she clarified. Still puzzled, he questioned, "I don't get it." "You're flirting with me, which is unusual for you, and I can't even feel any excitement down there," Adrienne explained. "Excitement?" "Yes. Even with our waists pressed together, there's no physical response. It's making me suspicious," she continued, the detective in her starting to suspect something was off. Daniel shook his head in frustration. "Come on, Adrienne. What does that have to do with anything?" "Well, it's just that if you were genuinely interested, you'd have some kind of physical reaction, like an erection. It would show me you're not just teasing me," Adrienne reasoned. Daniel scoffed, annoyed
People flocked to Juliette's side, their worry and concern evident on their faces, as she lay on the ground, seriously injured. The driver of the car hastily emerged, rushing towards her with a mix of panic and guilt in his eyes. "Someone, please call for an ambulance!" he urgently pleaded, desperation lacing his voice. Just then, two sleek black cars swiftly pulled up at the chaotic scene, drawing everyone's attention. Without wasting a moment, a man gently scooped Juliette into his arms, carefully placing her inside one of the waiting vehicles. Simultaneously, two other injured individuals were tenderly carried into the second black car. "Hold on a minute! You can't just take them like that," a woman protested, her voice filled with disbelief and concern. The man who had carried Juliette shot her a piercing gaze, his smirk dripping with arrogance. "Should I let them suffer on the cold ground while you simply stand here crying and waiting for an ambulance?" he retorted, his word
"I shouldn't be seen in a place like this," Doctor Brad remarked, deftly packing medical equipment into a sleek black briefcase. "For the exorbitant amount I pay you, I expect prompt answers whenever I call," Michael asserted, his tone dripping with entitlement. Doctor Brad's expression soured, his disappointment evident. "Juliette's condition has been temporarily stabilized, but she desperately requires immediate medical attention at a hospital for further assessment," Doctor Brad informed him. "It appears to be a case of Traumatic Brain Injury, requiring urgent care." "Traumatic Brain Injury? Who cares about that?" Michael dismissed nonchalantly, displaying an unsettling lack of concern. Shaking his head in dismay, Doctor Brad struggled to comprehend Michael's callousness. "Well, I suppose I appreciate your service regardless," Michael attempted to salvage the situation with a half-hearted gratitude. Ignoring the insincere thanks, Doctor Brad simply turned and walked out. Mi