A couple of days later, Skylar finally managed to reconnect with Megan, a close friend from college. The reunion was filled with excitement as Megan hauled Skylar to her home, where her husband, Tom, another member of their college friend circle, greeted her warmly, their two years old son, on his hips. “Skylar! It’s so good to see you after all these years!” Megan exclaimed, hugging her tightly again as they settled down in the living room. Skylar smiled, feeling a comforting wave of nostalgia. “It’s great to see you too, Megan. And you, Tom. Who’s this cutie?” Tom grinned. “It’s been too long. This is Taylor, our fourth child and the only boy. The others are out with their uncle. So, what have you been up to since we graduated? How have been?” Skylar kept her response simple, although her smile dampened a little at the reminder of what her life had become. “Well, I got married but divorced four years ago. I have two boys from that marriage. They’re the best things that ha
Pietro’s kisses began to trail up her thighs, each touch igniting a spark of desire. He took his time, his lips exploring every inch of her skin, his hands gently parting the sheets as they moved closer. Skylar shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. “Relax, my love,” Pietro whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “Let me take care of you.” Skylar felt Pietro’s kisses inch closer, his mouth moving with deliberate, tender strokes. Her breath hitched as he settled himself between her legs, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Pietro,” she breathed, her voice a mix of need and longing. He smiled, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her inner thighs. “Shh, just feel,” he said softly, lowering his mouth to her most intimate place. Skylar gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as Pietro’s tongue began its magic. Each movement was slow and purposeful, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. “You taste incredible,” he wh
James and Catherine Reynolds sat in their living room, the atmosphere thick with unspoken concerns. They exchanged troubled glances, each grappling with the reality of their son’s troubling behavior. They had been brooding over their conversation with Skylar and couldn’t help but feel guilty for the troubles their son had her go through. James broke the silence, his voice heavy with resolve. “We need to confront Jason, Catherine. This has gone too far. Maybe he’ll listen to us this time,” James said, his expression resolute. Catherine nodded, though her eyes were filled with hope and dread. “I just want him to understand that Skylar needs to be free to pursue her future. She deserves happiness.” They invited Jason over for dinner, hoping a familiar, comfortable setting might make him more receptive. Jason arrived at his parents’ home, greeted by the comforting smells of Catherine’s cooking. The dinner table was set with familiar dishes, a scene meant to evoke warmth and nostalg
Jason stormed to Skylar’s front door, his rage bubbling over. He began banging on the door, demanding that she open up. He pounded on the door with both fists, shouting, “Skylar! Open up! We need to talk!” The noise echoed through the quiet house, startling everyone inside. Skylar and Pietro, who had been peacefully drifting off to sleep, woke up disoriented. Pietro glanced at the clock. “Who the hell could that be at this hour?” Skylar’s heart raced. “I have a bad feeling about this. I think it’s Jason. Oh my God, what is he doing here?” Before they could gather their thoughts, Emilio, burst into the room. “Are you guys okay? Someone’s pounding on the door like a maniac.” Skylar and Pietro exchanged worried glances. Thankfully, they were both dressed decently, having cleaned up and redressed after their intimate bonding just hours ago. Together, the three headed down the stairs, only to be met by the frightened faces of Sophia, Valentina, Jared and Lorenzo. “Mommy, what
Skylar sat at her kitchen table, staring blankly at her phone. It had been two weeks since Jason vanished. The police had scoured his properties, interviewed his parents, and even tracked his known associates. Yet, there was no trace of him. This brought her a mix of relief and dread. The idea of him not lurking around any corner was comforting, but not knowing where he was made her anxious.The shrill ring of her phone interrupted her thoughts. She picked it up, her heart pounding when she saw the name on the screen. It was Pietro.“Hey,” she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.“Hey, love. Any news?” Pietro’s voice was a soothing balm, yet laced with the same worry she felt.“Nothing,” she sighed. “The police are still looking, but it’s like he vanished into thin air.”“Just stay alert, okay? I’ll be there soon. We’ll get through this together.”“I know, Pietro. It’s just… I keep thinking about the kids. Emilio had to leave urgently for some meeting with a client in Lond
Emilio glanced at his watch, noting he had the rest of the day free before his next meeting the following morning. The past few days in London had been a whirlwind of corporate gatherings, but today, he was determined to steal away some time for Evelyn. She had come along on this trip, not just for business companionship but also to share some special moments amidst his busy schedule. They needed a break, and he wanted to take her sightseeing in this beautiful city.“Evelyn, how about we go out and explore a bit? We have the rest of today to ourselves before my next meeting tomorrow,” Emilio suggested, smiling as he walked over to where she was reading by the window of their hotel room.Her eyes lit up. “I’d love that! Where do you want to go?”“I was thinking we could start with the London Eye. What do you think?” he proposed, already envisioning the panoramic views they would enjoy.“Perfect! Let me just grab my coat,” Evelyn said, hopping up with excitement.A short while lat
James and Catherine Reynolds sat in their dimly lit bedroom, the weight of the past few weeks pressing heavily on their shoulders. The atmosphere was thick with worry and guilt, a stark contrast to the usual warmth of their home.James sighed deeply, running a hand through his greying hair. “I can’t believe it’s come to this, Catherine. Our son... how did we not see this coming?”Catherine, her eyes red and swollen from days of crying, shook her head slowly. “I don’t know, James. I just don’t know. We’ve done everything we could think of—consulted medical professionals, talked to the authorities. And now they say Jason might need to be committed to a psychiatric hospital.”James looked away, his eyes hardening with a mixture of anger and sorrow. “That’s if they even find him. He’s completely disappeared. I’ve had to temporarily take over all his businesses and companies. The board is in chaos, and the media... they’re having a field day.”Catherine’s voice trembled as she spoke. “
Skylar sat on the wooden swing in the backyard, fingers nervously tapping the wood, as she tried to muster the courage to make the call she had been brooding over. Jason was still missing and the fear and anxiety had not simmered even for a bit. She had also been in regular contact with Emily and they had managed to form some bond over the weeks. This brought her to her current line of thoughts. While Skylar was surrounded with family to support her, Emily was all alone. Her family had cut off contact with her for having a child out of wedlock. Today, she was alone in the house, since Pietro had work to do and Emilio and Valentina were spending the night at Evelyn’s place. Evelyn had extended an invitation to Skylar and her boys, but Skylar declined.She watched Jared and Lorenzo who were playing in the sand box, oblivious to the storm brewing in their mother’s heart. She glanced at the time on her phone, took a deep breath, and dialled the number.“Hello, Mom. It’s Skylar,” she s