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His Mail Order Bride 32. Devon.
Sitting in my office, hands on my chin, I can't stop my thoughts from wandering. The last two days have been hell. Somehow, Jessica has gone from coming out of her shell to completely closing herself off, and I don't know what's wrong. I've tried asking, but it doesn't seem to get anywhere with her."Not like she would tell me anyway," I mutter to myself, a mirthless laugh escaping my lips. I can't help but think about the night before. Emma coming to wake me up, tears streaming down her face as she relays the news to me."Jessie is screaming," she cries, pointing up the stairs. "I've tried to wake her up, but she's not budging. I don't know what else to do!"The panic surging through me as I rush up the stairs, despite my calm expression. I find her twisting on the bed, eyes closed, body sweating, and tears streaming out of her eyes. She is in agony. I try to wake her up, but every time I touch her, she won't stop muttering, her body wound tight."Please," she whispers, her voice lade
His Mail Order Bride 33. Jessica
I am sitting in the kitchen area, poring over the overwhelming stack of bills we have to pay when suddenly, a loud thud echoes through the house. Within moments, I hear a piercing scream, and Sophie rushes towards me, her eyes wide with panic."Something's happened!" She screams at me, pointing to the bathroom. "Emma has fainted and she won't wake up!"Without waiting for her to finish her statement, I'm already up on my feet, running to the bathroom and flinging the door open. There she is, lying on the ground, her hands on her stomach, a small gash on her forehead, and her skin as pale as a ghost. The bathroom smells of the cereal we ate this morning, and I know she has already thrown it up.I drop to my knees beside her, cradling her fragile head against my chest, my heart pounding in my ears. Emma. Sick, frail Emma. She's always been sick, but I've always put off her check-up for a later time, mostly because I'm afraid of what I will find if I take her to the hospital. Patting her
His Mail Order Bride 34. Jessica.
The contract is drafted and signed, and I begin to work as Zachary Donovan's escort. It isn't bad at first; all I need to do is follow him to a couple of private parties and act as his private dancer for the night. But soon, it begins to get worse. Somehow, I go from being an exclusive dancer to being his mistress, a position I loathe with all of my being but can barely do anything about because of the money it offers. If only he had kept it at that.One day, I follow him to one of his private parties and meet a couple of men there, with me being the only lady in the room. The sinister looks on their faces tell me I'll be doing something more than just dancing, and when I turn to Zachary, he confirms it."I'll be sharing you with all these men tonight,"he declares, his voice devoid of remorse, his face an emotionless mask."I can't do this; it isn't in the contract," I try to refuse, but he grips me by my arms, squeezing them tight. Fear crawls up my spine at the act. Leaning closer t
His Mail Order Bride 35. Devon.
As she narrates her past, I listen with rapt attention, my fears quickly turning to horror as I see what she's been through. Tears stream down her eyes, but she doesn't stop talking, her gaze fixed on the dark sea before us. How did one person go through all of that?"So that's it..." She finally concludes, her voice shaky and hoarse. "All you wanted to know. I don't care what you think of me. What I want you to know is I have no regrets about what I did, and if I had the chance to redo it, I wouldn't change a thing. It's just..." She trails off, hurriedly wiping the tears from her face before burying her face in her hands and sobbing. I just stare at her, too shocked to say anything."You probably hate me right now." She whimpers, her voice muffled."Hate you? Why would I think that? I could never hate..." Cutting myself off, I move towards her, pulling her hands away from her face and gazing at her teary eyes. "I could never hate you, Jessica. If anything, I love you even more right
His Mail Order Bride 36. Devon.
It's morning already, and after getting dressed for work, I notice Jessica stirring awake. Pausing slightly, I glance at her before walking towards her, watching as she rubs the sleep away from her eyes. She sees me and stills, a soft smile gracing her lips."Good morning," she whispers, curling into herself."Good morning to you too. How are you feeling?" I ask, and she shrugs."Listless," she mutters, and I let out a small chuckle."Always admired your honesty," I say, adjusting my glasses. She shrugs, running a hand through her hair."I have nothing to hide... Anymore," she adds the last bit rather quietly, a blush staining her cheeks. "Already dressed for work?""Yeah.""I should probably get out of here," she mumbles to herself before stepping out of the bed, picking up the blanket, and folding it carefully. "Should I keep this here?" She asks once she's done, glancing at me."If you want to," I tell her, gesturing to the entire room. She purses her lips before placing it on the
His Mail Order Bride 37. Jessica.
Devon comes home early, just as he promised, with a smile on his face and a gift for Emma, who is visibly surprised and incredibly pleased."Sorry for scaring you last night. It won't happen again," he says as he stretches out the wrapped parcel to her. "Am I forgiven?" He asks.Emma collects it from him, squealing in her seat as she holds it. "Yes, you are," she says, placing it on the table. "Good to have you back, my sister's husband," she tells him, stretching her hand out for a shake. He accepts it, nodding solemnly."Likewise, my wife's sister." They break into a laugh afterward, and Emma stands to her feet."Dinner is ready. Would you like to join us?" Emma asks."Sure, let me have a quick change of clothes, and I'll be back up," he tells her. Turning towards me, he sends me a wink before walking out of the living area. A soft flush stains my cheeks at the act, even as I try to act calm and collected.Moments later, Devon comes back up, and we settle for dinner. After a quick p
His Mail Order Bride 38. Jessica.
One hand wraps around my waist, and he presses me against his rock-hard body, crashing his lips onto mine. A gasp escapes my lips as I eagerly kiss him back, craving more intimate contact. It's intense, unlike any kisses I've experienced before, causing my brain to melt and my insides to scorch, my desire pooling between my legs. I hold onto his neck, digging my fingers into his skin, kissing him passionately.Our bodies pressed tightly together, Devon carries me to the bed while keeping our lips locked. I moan as his fingers brush past my breasts, already hard and sensitive. He senses my pleasure and cups his hands around them, sending waves of pleasure through me. He runs his fingers under my breasts, feeling them through the fabric, and I moan, arching my back against his touch, wanting more.A deep groan escapes his lips, his body glistening with sweat. He begins to pull up the straps of my nightgown, but I take over, pulling it down to my waist and climbing on top of him. This sur
His Mail Order Bride 39. Jessica.
Breakfast is awkward the next morning with Devon and me both looking everywhere but at each other. It feels surreal - just a few hours ago, we were sleeping together, naked and intimate, and now we have to act like we're completely unbothered by it. The clinking of cutlery against plates seems unusually loud, as if the silence in the room is amplifying every sound.I try to focus on my food, the taste of the waffles and syrup on my tongue, but it's hard to shake off the memory of his lips on mine. The lingering warmth from our shared moments leaves me feeling both flustered and exhilarated. I steal a quick glance at him, and it's evident that he's just as uneasy as I am. The tension in his posture and the way he avoids my gaze tell me that he's struggling to process what happened between us too.Emma, on the other hand, seems to be thoroughly enjoying our discomfort. Her eyes dart back and forth between us, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She takes a casual sip of her orange juic
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His Mail Order Bride Side story 11. Jessica.
I step onto the yacht, the salty breeze caressing my face and tousling my hair. The sun is beginning its descent over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the waters. It's a breathtaking sight, but what's even more astonishing is the scene before me. The deck is adorned with twinkling lights, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Soft music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of enchantment. But what truly captures my attention is the group of people gathered there, waiting for me.As I walk further into the yacht, my eyes meet Devon's, and a smile spreads across his face. He approaches me, his eyes filled with love and pride. In that moment, I feel a surge of overwhelming emotion. This man, my husband, has orchestrated this beautiful surprise to celebrate my acceptance into the University of San Francisco. I can't help but feel an immense sense of gratitude and love for him.I blink in surprise, my heart fluttering with a mixture of confusion and joy. Devon approaches
His Mail Order Bride Side story 10. Jessica
The hum of the engines fills the air as the private jet soars through the sky, carrying us back to San Francisco. I sit comfortably in the plush leather seat, gazing out of the window at the breathtaking view below. The sun casts a golden glow over the landscape, painting the world in hues of warmth and tranquility. After a splendid week of excitement and laughter, I'm glad to be finally back home.As I watch the clouds pass by, my mind drifts back to the short but delightful trip we just had in Italy. The memories flood my thoughts, each one a precious gem that I hold close to my heart. The ancient ruins, the charming streets, the mouthwatering cuisine - it was a whirlwind of experiences that left an indelible mark on my soul.I close my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me like a gentle wave. I can still feel the warmth of the Italian sun on my skin, the taste of gelato lingering on my tongue. The laughter and joy we shared, the moments of quiet reflection - it was a journey
His Mail Order Bride Side story 9. Jessica.
After a few moments of blissful silence, Devon lays me down, gently pulling out of me. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I cling to him, breathing in his scent, his body heat filling me with warmth. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the only remnants of a passionate moment we've just shared. Our breathing has slowed, our entwined bodies a testament to the intimacy we've just experienced. In the hush of the post-ecstasy silence, we lie together, limbs tangled, hearts still racing with the echoes of our connection."Should we clean up?" He offers after a while. I shake my head, closing my eyes."Too tired." I mumble in a sleepy voice. "Okay," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle as he snuggle with me, shaking an arm around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. "How are you feeling though?" He adds, his voice gentle and full of concern. My fingers trace lazy patterns on Devon's chest, my touch gentle and affectionate. My head rests against his shoulder, and I can feel the steady
His Mail Order Bride Side story 8. Jessica.
"Kiss me, Devon." I order, my voice low. A crooked smile hits his lips before he lowers himself, pulling me closer as my lips meets his for a searing kiss. I close my eyes, my body growing warm as I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging his head lower. As our lips mold together, a rush of warmth spreads through my body, igniting a fire within me. Devon's hands slide down my back, pulling me even closer, intensifying the connection between us. The world around us fades away, leaving only the electric energy that crackles between our bodies.His lips move with a tantalizing rhythm, matching the beat of my racing heart. I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins, urging me to explore further. With a gentle tug, I guide Devon's head lower, deepening the kiss as our bodies press against each other.Lost in the moment, I become acutely aware of every sensation. The soft brush of his breath against my skin, the taste of his lips, and the way his fingers trace delicate patterns on m
His Mail Order Bride Side story 7. Devon.
We continue with our tour afterward, visiting various tourist hotspots before deciding to have lunch in the city. As we explore the coastal villages, Jessica and I indulge in the culinary delights of the region. We savor freshly caught seafood, perfectly cooked pasta dishes, and share bites of cannoli filled with sweet ricotta cream. I can't help but admire the way Jessica's eyes light up with each new flavor, her appreciation for the local cuisine adding to the joy of our journey."This is so good," Jessica mumbles as she takes a bite of a freshly made Italian pizza, rolling her eyes. Passing it to me, she smiles, her eyes glinting. "Here, you should try it," she urges. Gazing at the outstretched pizza slice in her hands, I shake my head, a corner of my lips quirking up.Smiling, I take a bite from her outstretched piece, licking up the sauce that has run down her hands. Chewing it and gobbling it down, I finish the whole piece and lick her fingers clean. She grimaces at the sight."
His Mail Order Bride Side story 6. Devon.
The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.I can't help but smile as I lay there, propped up on my elbow, and watch her sleep. Jessica's chestnut hair spills across the pillow, framing her delicate face like a cascade of silk. Her lips, now gently parted in the peaceful surrender of sleep, still carry the rosy flush of our shared passion. My gaze trails down to her half-exposed breasts and waist, all bearing marks of my possession, adorn her skin like love notes written in the language of desire.A sense of possessiveness washes over me as I trace the path my fingers took last night, over the curve of
His Mail Order Bride Side story 5. Jessica.
Nodding once, he pushes me closer, capturing my lips with his, his lips firm yet petal soft against mine and I surrender, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I wind my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Nipping at my bottom lip, he sucks on her before pulling away to stare at me with dark eyes, my heart pounding. Then, leans in to kiss me even more ferociously.The taste of his lips is intoxicating, I practically melt against him. I have waited so long to feel it again. Devon kisses me like a starving man, while his fingers trace a gentle path down my back, sending shivers in their wake. His embrace tightens on me, drawing me even closer. he pulls away to stare at me, his breathing heavy."This is better now?" He asks, caressing my cheeks with his knuckles, brushing my hair away from my face. I shake my head, a playful smile adorning my lips."Not really." I mutter and a corner of his lips turn up but doesn't form a smile as his hands reach for the towel, pulling it free. He watche
His Mail Order Bride Side story 4. Jessica.
The group of women gently guide me to a plush chair, and I take a seat, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. They huddle together, speaking in hushed tones as they assess me, making me feel like the subject of their scrutiny."She'll definitely need a full-body massage," one of them suggests, her finger pointing towards me as if marking areas of concern. "We have to revitalize that skin. Then, a fresh haircut, and of course, finding the perfect dress."The room buzzes with a sense of urgency, and one of them remarks about the time. "This is going to take hours, and the party is tonight."Olivia, the woman in charge, claps her hands with determination. "That's why we start now, ladies. We have work to do! Let's get to it."And so, my transformation begins. I spend the entire day at the beauty place, surrendering myself to the capable hands of these experts. First, they treat me to a luxurious full-body massage, kneading away any lingering tension and leaving me fee
