Nelson grabs a handful of Toria's right breast and starts squeezing and playing with it in his palm. Victoria bites back the moan threatening to slip past her lips as he pinched one nipple roughly.They were both naked in her living room, lying on her couch with Nelson leaning slightly on top of her as he lavishes her breasts. "I'm going to give you so much pleasure that you'll cum and cum, until you can't cum anymore". He smirked as her eyes grew wide at his words and her head tilted back as soft whimpers leaves her and heat flooded her body. Shivers of anticipation and lust ran rampant through her body.Nelson lips left her breast and landed on her neck and he nibbled, sending shivers all through her body. Slowly her returned to her breast, easing down to her cleavage area, soon he engulfs her left nipple completely in his mouth and sucks it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue as the other hand tweaked and pinches the other breast. He tugged roughly at the nipple he was
Victoria Morgan sniffles as she pens down her resignation letter. She has done nothing but cried for the past three days while thinking of what to do. One thing she was sure of was she had to disconnect herself from Nelson. She has become someone she was not proud of ever since Nelson walked into her life. She missed the old innocent and naive Victoria she used to be. Victoria signs the letter and puts it in an envelope. She was going to fight for Gerald's love back. It was all she needed to get her life back on track. She knew she had to be strong, Nelson had a way of getting through to her. She had to make sure it didn't happen this time. A happy ever after life with Nelson would be futile because all he had to offer was sex, and he had also made it clear that it was the ultimate to him. But loyalty, trust and love were far more important, and being with Gerald promises all that.Nelson rummaged his office. He was angry as hell at how things had turned out between him and Victoria
As Victoria Morgan walks into her apartment, she drops down on the floor and cries her eyes out. The day didn't go half the way she expected. Everyone had moved on with their lives leaving her behind. Even Becca she thought was her friend had betrayed her. The most painful one she had to come to terms with was Gerald; she has lost him for good. She could tell from the hate in his voice when he spoke to her. Victoria shrieks in pain. No body wants to be associated with her, not even Nelson. He has already replaced her. To think he was the one who put her life in jeopardy. Victoria stood up and stared blankly. Nelson can't get away with this. She looks around, picks her hand bag and heads to the door then hesitates to open it. Then what she saw in Nelson's office that morning flashes through her mind. Then she opens the door and walks out.Nelson couldn't shake the look on Victoria's face when she saw him and Bianca that morning out of his mind. He grinned. At least now she felt what it
Victoria Morgan twitches her nose several times as she perceives a nice aroma. She finally opens her eyes and at first her surroundings are all a blur. She sees a figure approaching her where she lay on the bed. The closer the figure got, the clearer her sight, until she was able to recognize him, then she gasped.“Gerald?!" Was she dreaming? What was Gerald doing in her house, cooking her breakfast?“You're finally awake". He says, his expression blank, giving no emotion.“Are you really here, or am I dreaming?" She asked, then winced, as she felt a heavy ache in her head.“I will get you a pain relief for your headache". He says and turns to leave.Victoria's confusion lingered as she watched Gerald move away. The room felt strangely familiar, yet the details were elusive. She hesitated, still uncertain whether this was reality or a dream unfolding before her.As Gerald returned with a pain reliever, she couldn't shake off the surreal atmosphere. "What's going on, Gerald? Why are y
One Month Later...Nelson Brown sighs as he walks into Becca's salon. He couldn't let his pride get in the way again. He missed Victoria, and needed to know her whereabouts. For the past one month, he hasn't been able to reach her on the phone or even at her residence. Has she done it again? He thought within himself. Was she trying to get away from him again? When would she learn that they were meant to be together. He sighs again.“What brings you here?" Becca says immediately she sees him.“They don't greet people where you come from?" He responds sarcastically.“This is my salon, I greet who I want to". She retorts, her face carrying a frown.“Anyway, I didn't come here to exchange words with you". He replies. “Where is Toria?" He asks after a brief silence.“Are you for real?" She asks with a scoff.“Can you tell me where she is?" He demands.“I thought she was with you all this while. Bianca said she saw her last at your house". “She left that same day, and I haven't seen her ev
Becca sighs in frustration again for the umpteenth time as she scans through the counter in a shopping mall, and doesn't find what she is looking for to buy.“This is the third supermarket!" She says exasperatedlyto herself . ”Am I ever going to find those hair products". She continued loudly. Then suddenly she hears someone call her name. It was a familiar voice, and immediately she heard it, she spins around to see if she heard right. “Gerald?!" She screams in surprise the moment she sets her eyes on him.“Becca how are you doing?" Gerald says to her.“Where on earth have you been?" She asks him instead, as she moves closer to him.“I moved into my own house"? He answers.“Wow, that's good". Becca replies and hugs him lightly. “I decided not to disturb you because I know you needed space and time". She continues, sending him a flirtatious smile. ”I must say, you really look good". She adds.“Thanks". Gerald replies simply.“We should have lunch together, so we can catch up". She qu
Mildred concentrates as she artistically applies her make up. She needed to look her best, she needed to look pretty for this lunch date with Nelson Brown. She has heard how tunnelled he was for Victoria, and she was hoping she could change that. Nelson Brown was a good catch, way better than her ex. Being with someone like him will bounce her back to the social class she was used to before the cancellation of her engagement.She sighs with satisfaction as she takes a good look at her reflection in the mirror. The red shimmering dress she had on was well fitting to her body, accentuating her body curves and exposing her cleavage and thigh slightly. Nelson's jaw was definitely going to drop when he sees her. She thought proudly as she picked up her matching purse, and stepped out of her apartment.As she heads towards her booked ride, her phone beeps. It was a message from Nelson. He sent her directions to his house. Change of plans, they'll be having lunch at his place instead. Mildr
Soon Nelson fingers were in her panties, his lips pressed to the damp lace. She shuddered and closed her eyes, then let him take it off her.There was a soft, wet slide along the cleft of her sex, something so surprising. “What—”He was looking up at her from between her legs, his lips damp. No one ever…. Normally, she would have pushed him off, would have blushed and declined. No one had ever done that for her, but no one had ever looked at her like that, either. Like they were dying to devour her. And she wasn’t doing anything normally. 'Normal' wasn't part of her plan for tonight.She swallowed hard and touched his hair. “Do I taste good?”“Perfect.” He swiped his tongue over her clit again, with the same lush softness. The same electricity. A spark flashed through his eyes.With one more kiss against the hollow of her hip, he stood, pushing his shirt off as he rose. She watched the flex of lean muscle, reached to trace the smooth skin. This time, when he grasped her hand, it was
The air inside the courtroom was thick with tension. Every seat was filled, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Reporters sat at the back, cameras ready to capture the moment.Victoria’s heart pounded as she scanned the room in search of Gerald. She hadn't seen or spoken with him ever since that day he left.Mildred. Bianca. Becca.They were all seated around her, to give moral support.And then—her eyes landed on Gerald, sitting way behind in the courtroom, he looked so unkempt with overgrown beard.My heart, went out to him. But for now we were all here to witness the downfall of Nelson Brown.This was it.The end of Nelson Brown.At the defendant’s table, Nelson sat motionless, his jaw clenched. His once-powerful presence had diminished—no longer the untouchable crime lord he once was. He had lost weight, his face was gaunt, and his expensive suit did nothing to hide the desperation in his eyes.But it wasn’t over yet.The prosecution was just getting started.The attorne
Nelson Brown sat in the small, dimly lit common area of the prison, staring at the old television bolted to the wall.His hands tightened into fists as the news anchor repeated the words."Sources say this footage directly contradicts previous statements given by officials tied to the case, raising questions about a possible cover-up. Nelson Brown, currently serving time for—"The cup in Nelson’s hand shattered against the floor.The entire room fell silent.The other inmates knew better than to speak when Nelson was angry.A guard approached cautiously. “Brown. You good?”Nelson slowly turned his head, his expression terrifyingly calm. “Phone call. Now.”The guard hesitated—then nodded, leading him to the secured phone.Nelson punched in the number with controlled precision.It rang once. Twice.Julian picked up."You have something to tell me?" Nelson’s voice was low, lethal.Julian kept his tone neutral. “You saw the news.”“I did. And I want to know who the hell betrayed me.”Juli
Victoria opened the door just enough for Julian to slip inside.The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. She glanced toward the bed—Gerald and Cherish still fast asleep.She turned to Julian. “You said we need to talk.”Julian studied her, his expression unreadable. “Yeah,” He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the door handle. “Nelson wants you dead. All of you. Including your daughter.” Her breath hitched. “Why are you telling me this?”"Because I can't bring myself to follow through with his orders." Julian answered."Then help me stop him." Victoria pleaded.A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t understand the kind of man Nelson is. The kind of power he still has.”“I understand just fine,” Victoria shot back. “But I also know you hesitated.”Julian’s eyes flickered.“If you were really as far gone as Nelson thinks you are,” she continued, “we wouldn’t be having this conv
Victoria’s breath hitched.The weight of Gerald’s words settled over her like a suffocating blanket. The cameras. The interrogation room. The truth recorded in grainy, inescapable footage.She gripped the sheets beneath her, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to crack her ribs.“Victoria?” Gerald’s voice was steady, but his eyes were sharp, searching her face. “You okay?”No. She wasn’t.Because if they got access to those tapes, Nelson’s threat would be undeniable. It would be proof—hard evidence that he was still pulling strings from behind bars.But it wouldn’t be all it revealed.Her body stiffened at the memory, shame crawling up her spine like a cold, unwelcome touch.The way Nelson had backed her into a corner. The way she had let herself get lost, let herself fall.She couldn’t let Gerald see that.“I—I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” she stammered, forcing herself to look away. “Even if we get the footage, who’s to say it won’t get buried? Nelson has people in his
The car ride to the daycare was filled with tense silence. Gerald gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched in unspoken frustration. Becca sat in the backseat with Victoria, her hand resting over Victoria’s in quiet reassurance.Victoria barely noticed.Her thoughts were consumed by one name.Nelson.She knew him too well. This wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t bad luck. It was him.Her heart pounded as she thought of Cherish, of what could have happened if they had been home.Gerald suddenly slammed his palm against the wheel, breaking the silence."This doesn't make sense!" he burst out. "Why would someone do this? Who the hell would want to burn our home down?"Victoria pressed her lips together, looking out the window. She wanted to tell him. She needed to tell him. But how?Would he even believe her?Nelson was behind bars. To Gerald, he was already dealt with, out of their lives. But Victoria knew he still had power. She had felt his influen
Victoria’s phone buzzed against the table, cutting through the low hum of the café. She glanced at the screen—Becca.Frowning, she picked up. "Hey, Becca, what’s—""Victoria! Where are you?" Becca’s voice was frantic, breathless."Why?" she questioned."Your apartment—it's on fire!" Becca screamed with terror in her voice.Victoria’s heart slammed against her ribs. "What?""I-I don’t know how it happened, but it’s bad! The whole building is up in flames—firefighters just arrived, but it’s spreading fast!"The world tilted.Victoria's fingers clenched around the phone, her breath hitching in disbelief."Is Cherish with you?" Becca asked with panic."She’s at daycare," Victoria quickly reassured her. "She’s safe. And Gerald's here with me."But nothing felt safe anymore.Victoria shot up from her seat, nearly knocking over her coffee. Gerald looked at her in alarm. "What’s wrong?"She could barely get the words out. "Our apartment… it's on fire."Gerald’s face went pale. "What?""We hav
Victoria sat in the quiet café, her fingers tapping anxiously against the wooden table as she stared at her phone. The moment Mildred left, she knew what she had to do. No more hiding. No more lying. Gerald deserved the truth, even if it shattered everything they were trying to rebuild.She took a deep breath and dialed his number.It rang twice before he answered. “Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was warm, familiar, and it sent a pang of guilt through her.“Gerald,” she said, her voice steady but tense. “Can you meet me at the café? I need to talk to you.”A pause. Then, “Is everything okay?”Victoria hesitated. “Just come. Please.”Another pause. Then, “I’ll be there in twenty.”She hung up and exhaled, trying to prepare herself for what she was about to do.No more games, Victoria. Just the truth.Twenty minutes later, Gerald walked through the door. He spotted her immediately, his expression unreadable as he approached. Dressed in his usual crisp button-down and dark slacks, he looked
Victoria sat in the corner of a quiet café, her fingers absently stirring the cappuccino in front of her. She had barely taken a sip, her mind too restless, her stomach too unsettled.The weight of last night’s dream lingered, thick and suffocating, and she knew she couldn’t keep it bottled up any longer. That's why she had called Mildred, and set up a meeting here.She needed advice, and maybe Mildred could give her. She was the only one out of her friends fully involved int the mess Nelson created.A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Mildred stepped inside, her sharp eyes scanning the café before landing on Victoria. She approached with that same effortless confidence, sliding into the chair across from her.“You sounded urgent on the phone,” Mildred said, raising a brow. “What’s going on?”Victoria hesitated. Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure where to start.Mildred leaned back, crossing her arms. “Does this have to do with Nelson?”Victoria let out a slow breath. “I
Nelson sat on the edge of his narrow cot, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlocked. The dim fluorescent light buzzed above, casting sharp shadows across the cold, gray walls of his cell.His recent meeting with Victoria still haunted him. How could she say those words to her? Has she forgotten who he was?"You’re done. You’re nothing."His jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists.She thought she had won.She thought she could walk away, rebuild her perfect little life, and leave him to rot in this cage."You lose."The hell he did.A slow, dark smile curved his lips as an idea formed in his mind.Nelson stood, cracking his neck before stepping toward the cell bars. He spotted one of the new inmates—scrawny, nervous, desperate. The type who’d do anything for protection.Perfect."Hey, kid," Nelson murmured, leaning against the bars. The young man looked up, wary."You want to make yourself useful?" Nelson continued, his voice smooth, deceptively calm. "Do me a little favor, a