Buzz…buzz….buzz….buzz….Oh, it can’t be time for Katie to go to work yet. I don’t want to get up. I love sleeping next to her and waking up to her cute and adorable face next to me. I reach over and turn off her alarm. My gaze drops beside me to my adorable Katie, who is pressed up against my side with an arm and leg draped over my body. Her bare shoulders invite me to pick up where we left off last night.Desire ignites within me as images from last night pop into my head. My breath becomes shallow and comes out ragged as heat rushes through me. Like a movie projector, pictures flash in my mind of Katie moaning underneath me and…. Gulp. No. Not now. I gently rub her back. “Baby, you need to get up. It's time to go to work.”She shakes her head and snuggles closer to me, sending another wave of heat rushing through me. Her leg brushes against manhood, which is already on high alert and is proudly standing tall with morning wood. I suck in my breath and choke down any no
I follow her order and insert another finger as I increase the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out of her wet entrance. As my finger brushes against her sweet spot, her walls clamp around them and pull them in deeper.In a raspy voice, Katie demands, “Hurry… Mark… Time…. Running…. Out…” She reaches back and slaps my thigh.I want more time to prep and savor my morning delight, but I’m leaking, and my shaft is throbbing. My baby’s needy voice and her begging pushes me closer to my limit. I pull my fingers out and whisper into her ear, “As you wish.”Before I’m even done with my few words, I move my hips and thrust hard into her tight, quivering hole. This is my heaven. As I bottom out with her warmth wrapped around my manhood, I clamp my lips down onto her sensitive neck, biting and nibbling, hoping to leave my mark. A sense of pride and possessiveness washes over me as the thought of my mark being on her and on full display.Pleasure rushes through me and I don’t wait li
“I want to go see Jenny!” Casper stomps his foot and pouts as he glares at me. After a few seconds, he then turns his efforts to my mother, who is standing beside me and appears unphased. Our son has got my talent for making the cutest little faces to get his way. But he is forgetting I’m the king of it and my mom is immune to it, after dealing with me for years. I smile at him and gently put my hands on his shoulders. “Cass, you will only be allowed to visit Jenny if you behave. I’m not sure about grandma, but in my book, whining to get your way is not called behaving. Now stop whining, pouting, or whatever you think you can do to get your way.” My mom presses her lips together and shuffles Casper off. “Should we make something to take to your mommy? Maybe an afternoon snack she can eat?” Casper reluctantly agrees as he is trying to fight back a smile, trying to pop out. As my mom walks past me towards the kitchen, she quickly turns to me and signals she has it all unde
Casper wiggles in my lap and looks at the women coming to the table. Confusion swirls around on his cute little face. I turn towards the women, and my mouth nearly hits the floor. These women are clearly visitors and don’t think anything about showing some skin. Their skirts are extremely short, and their tops are skintight. There is nothing left to the imagination. Unfortunately, if they think they will get some reaction out of us, they are sorrily mistaken. Gagging. Maybe. Anything else, no. I turn my son’s face away and whisper, “Don’t look at them, son.”He doesn’t fight and turns his attention back to the others at the table. I don’t know what these women are planning on doing, but a part of me can’t wait to see what kind of show they do. Glancing around the table, I look at mom and Brenda, who to my surprise are looking at me and oblivious to the impending trouble. I subtly motion head to the side towards the approaching group. My mom’s focus darts towards them, an
KatieI narrow my eyes at the stupid woman standing by my man. What is she thinking and right in front of me? I don’t feel any comfort with my future father-in-law’s remarks. A part of me is happy he has spoken with an authority I don’t think I could have. But another part of me wants to catapult forward and rip not only her hand off her, but her entire arm, too. My blood boils at her arrogance. My upper lip twitches as my eyes bore holes through her. She isn’t even that pretty. The blonde woman beside Evan ignores the older man’s warning. She isn’t going to give up that easily, but Evan stops her in her tracks as she opens her mouth. “He is being nice. None of us are going to leave our fiancé for women like you, so you need to stop and walk away now.”Frank nods and quickly adds, “My Izzy is the best thing I’ve ever had, and there is no way I’m giving her up for you.” His eyes scan her from head to toe before he shakes his head. Mentally, I scream and dare them to disobe
Jenny hasn’t stopped smiling since yesterday when we asked her to be in my wedding. This is exactly what she needs. She has been so down in the dumps since her mother works so much, and she is often in her room all alone. I have asked some volunteers to come and spend the day with her, so she isn’t so lonely, but I’m not sure if it is working. But now she is practically glowing and her eyes sparkle. I never thought the idea of being a flower girl would have this kind of effect on her. I think this is helping more than the medicine is. As I put Jenny’s chart to the side and look through some ones, Brenda peeks her head into my office. “Dr. Katie, do you have a few minutes?”I smile as I look up at her. “Sure. What’s up?”She steps into my office carrying a folder, which I recognize as the folder she is using to keep all my wedding stuff in.She takes a seat in front of my desk and opens her folder, quickly scanning down her list of to-do items. “I hear you haven’t picked out
Brenda continues for several more minutes, asking me questions and I try to answer the best I can. However, there were some I couldn’t give her an answer to. Mentally, I take a note to myself to ask Mark later.Once she has gone through her entire list and I have answered the best I could, she gets up and leaves my office.My head swirls from her rapid-fire interrogation. I’m amazed at everything she has completed already, with the help of Mark’s mother and our friends. I will never tell her she can’t do something on short notice again. My mind drifts back to one particular item from her list. What am I going to do for a wedding gift? What can I give Mark that will show him how much I love him? Ugh, I’m going to be thinking about this all the time now. As I debate my options for his gift, Casper runs full speed into my office. His eyes glisten and fill with tears as he looks up at me with his big eyes as charges towards me. Fear flashes across his face. “MOMMY!!! SAVE ME!
I don’t know how to do this. I also really don’t want to do this, but I must. Casper was so scared, and he was still trembling while he was visiting Jenny and even now when we got home. I gather my strength and remind myself Casper’s safety is the important thing here. He must know he can’t do this again. It is too dangerous. Shortly after we get home, we all gather in the living room and Casper is still really quiet. At least he has stopped trembling now. My heart aches seeing him like this. He has been clinging to me ever since this whole situation has happened. Right now, he is curled up on my lap on the couch with his little arms wrapped tight around me. As everyone watches, I softly ask, “Cass, can we talk about today?”He keeps his head buried in my chest as he mumbles, “Do I have to?”The corners of my mouth curl downward. I gently rub his back and reply, “Yes. We have to talk about today.”He shuffles closer to me and whines, “But I don’t want to.”Oh, this is goi
With a glass of sparkling cider in one hand, I carefully wipe of the crumbs from the front of my floor length formal dark red dress. The paper napkins I’m using snag on a few of the embedded jewels along the front. My frustrations bubble up as I grind my teeth together. But this little setback can’t damper my mood. This is a big night for me. I’m finally accomplishing another one of my goals and dreams. Mark waves a couple of white linen napkins in the area as he rushes towards me. “Look what I have found. Stop trying to get the food off. I’ll get it done.” His playful smile widens as he gives me a wink. “In no time, I’ll have you back looking as beautiful as ever.” I sigh and let my shoulders drop. In his black tuxedo, he bends over in front of me and very carefully wipes all the little food particles off me without smearing it across the smooth satin fabric. I glance around the venue and notice a few people giving us some questioning looks, but no one has the courage
As he opens his mouth, my parents and brother casually walk into the house. My brother’s eyes pop wide open as he looks around, taking everything in and whispers, “Wow!”My heart nearly stops and my breath hitches. What are they doing here? They don’t have anything nice to say to me. Why would Mark bring them here? Why?My smile evaporates and morphs into a frown. I shuffle backwards as I slowly shake my head. My father gives me a stern look, which also holds his usual scrutinizing eye. The one which says I’m not good enough. My chest tightens. I don’t want them here. Casper runs towards us. “DADDY! YOU ARE HOME!!” He holds his little arms wide open and leaps into his father’s waiting arms. Normally, I would smile and join them in a group hug, but I can’t take my eyes off my family. The only thing that connects us is our DNA. Nothing else they have done would be something a normal family would do. My brother ignores Casper, stilling gawking at the inside of the house
I cradle my adorable daughter in my arms as I sway back and forth. Her long dark lashes flutter as she fights to stay awake. I softly hum a tune and gently pat her bottom. Everything seems so peaceful and perfect now, but it wasn’t months ago when she was born. When I had finally woken up, I nearly had a panic attack. My pregnant belly was gone, and my precious baby was nowhere to be seen. Luckily, Mark and Casper were there at my bedside, along with his parents, making sure I knew everything was alright. Our precious little baby was with the doctors, but Mark vowed to do whatever he needs to ensure our daughter’s health. I would be lying if I said his words calmed me down. Nothing he could say would ease my nerves, but it was his calm voice and the determination in his eyes which finally settled me down. Our daughter had to stay in the intensive care unit for a few days, but she was a fighter and could soon come home. Mark’s mother steps into the room and softly asks, “Is
KatieThe past few months have been a blur. If I didn’t have constant reminders on social media about it, I might forget all about Tiffany and the nightmare she caused. I stare down at my phone on the dining room table and at the latest social media post from a friend. I shake my head and sigh. When are they going to let this end? The post has a picture of Tiffany, which I’m sure she doesn’t know someone took, where she is picking up garbage in the company’s parking garage next to the building. Her previous high-end designer clothes are nowhere to be found, and she is wearing the company’s maintenance uniform. Below her picture is a caption wondering who the designer of the classy outfit is. I roll my eyes.Tiffany is working to pay off our doctor bills without complaining. Mark’s mother is still fuming at her, but she isn’t throwing it in Tiffany’s face. Everyone else should follow that example.Mark kisses the top of my head and rubs my shoulders. “How are you feeling thi
I sip on my champagne while I raise an eyebrow, hiding my smirk behind the glass. Tiffany holds her head high and walks up to a person she thinks is me, but it isn’t. He looks similar to me, but that is where the likeness ends. Her face contorts and her mouth opens slightly, but nothing comes out. I choke down a chuckle. The decoy stares at her and grunts, “What do you want? You look like you have something you want to say to me.”She continues to stare at him for a few moments before she shakes her head. “No. I thought you were someone else. I’ll go look for him elsewhere.”Her eyes quickly scan the area. I duck behind a few other guests as she looks in my direction. It isn’t time for her to see me yet. Her gaze locks on the back of another guy on the other side of the room, who she thinks is me. I choke down another laugh. It is only going to get worse from here on out. Before she reaches the guy, he turns around, and she instantly halts in her tracks. Her face conto
MarkI take a deep breath as I walk into the venue with my parents, wearing the same black tuxedo I did for the charity event. Katie and Casper are home, per my request. Tonight will probably be stressful and potentially traumatizing, which neither of them need. It is best to finish this off and give Katie the details later. If things go the way I’m thinking they will, Katie should see everything through social media. In addition, Casper is still healing from the last traumatic event, and he doesn’t need another one on top of it. I could the see fear in his eyes when we were talking about tonight’s event, and there is no way I was going to put him through that and make his mental health worse. My mother pats my arm. “Are you alright?”I nod. “Yeah.”My father glances to his side at me. “Are you ready for what needs to be done tonight?”A snort slips from me. “Yes. I’m more than ready. I’m hoping everything will go according to our plan, and Tiffany will learn her lesson.”
KatieI sit beside Casper’s bed and stare down at him. The last few days have been a whirlwind of people and emotions. Working with the doctor and our family and friends, Casper has finally calmed down and realizes Tiffany can’t hurt him here. He feels safe at home, but the fear isn’t gone or under control. At any minute, something random might spark his fear again and he will have another panic attack or a terrible nightmare. My rage continues to bubble under the surface, just waiting for something to trip me. When I get my hands on that woman, she will find out I’m not the naïve person she thinks I am. If I do it right, I’ll instill fear in her to the point she will never think of doing something like this again. Being a doctor has advantages people wouldn’t think about.Mark walks into Casper’s bedroom. “Is he asleep?”I nod. “Yeah. I want an update, but not in here.”I turn to the young lady standing in the doorway and motion for her to come in. “Keep an eye on our bab
I tiptoe out of Casper’s room and quietly shut the door behind me. A few staff wait anxiously in the hallway. I clear my throat and turn towards them. “Someone needs to stay with him at all times right now. He is having the same recurring nightmares, and only a soothing touch will ease his mind and let him move past the dream. Do any of you want to sit with him for a bit?”All of them quickly nod their heads. I glance back over my shoulder at the closed door. “I’ll let you decide who goes in right now. Everyone must be quiet and not wake him up. I just got him back to sleep. I don’t think he slept at all last couple of nights.”They nod and look at each other, silently debating on who should go in first. My heart aches and my mind swirls. Silently, I turn and head down the stairs. I’m not sure where I’m going, but I need to do something. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, one of the staff timidly calls out, “Please, use the wheelchair.”Without looking back, I nod and
MarkI storm through the building and into my office, not bothering to acknowledge anyone along the way. If I provide any reaction, it is a grunt or a snort. There is another important issue consuming my mind, and I must address it before I can handle anything else. Though I’ve had the weekend to calm down, nothing can cool my boiling anger simmering under my skin, waiting for the right moment to explode. Employees scurry out of my way while murmurs float through the air. But no one dares to say anything loud enough for me to hear. My scowl deepens as I storm around my desk and yank my chair out. “Jack!” Before his name leaves my mouth, he is in my office and right next to my desk with his tablet in hand. “Do you need me to do anything?”My eyes dart to him. “Yeah. I need you to contact everyone who has agreed previously to work with and help me. We are ramping up the next phase of my plan.”A sinister smirk bubbles up, and I don’t bother to hide it. If I could have handl