Nelson’s words, brazen and unapologetic, sent a jolt through Victoria’s body. Her breath hitched as her heart began to race—not with anger, but with an undeniable spark of something deeper, something primal that she couldn’t ignore. His audacity, his raw confidence, and the sheer power in his tone ignited a fire within her, one she hadn’t felt in a long time.She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice, but it came out as a whisper. “Nelson…”He stepped closer, his presence commanding as he tilted her chin upward, his fingers grazing her skin. His voice softened, but the intensity remained. “You’re overthinking, Victoria. Let me remind you what it feels like to let go… to feel alive.”Her body betrayed her protests, leaning into his touch as her worries, fears, and doubts began to dissolve in the heat of the moment. His lips brushed hers, not with urgency but with a slow, deliberate claim that sent a shiver down her spine. The weight of her concerns faded away, replaced by a desperat
Gerald sat in the quiet café, his eyes glued to the entrance. He stirred his coffee absently, glancing at his watch for the fifth time in ten minutes. Victoria was late—later than she’d ever been for any of their previous meetings. His fingers drummed against the table as unease settled over him.She wouldn’t just not show up, he thought. Something’s wrong.The minutes dragged on, each one amplifying his worry. Finally, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The ringing seemed to stretch endlessly, each second tightening the knot in his chest.“Hello?” Victoria’s voice came through, sounding distant and flat.Relief flooded him for a brief moment. “Victoria! Where are you? I’ve been waiting for over an hour. Are you okay?”There was a pause—just long enough to make Gerald’s stomach churn. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm but cold, like a practiced script. “I won’t be coming, Gerald.”The words hit him like a punch to the gut. “What? Why? We agreed to talk, to clear th
Mildred sat across from Nelson in a dimly lit hotel room where they had just had sex. Having sex with Nelson was like medicine to her, if she stopped she'll fall ill. She could tell she was becoming obsessed with having him inside her always, but she really couldn't help herself. No wonder it hurts that he still chose to Be with Victoria, despite how willing she was to do whatever he wants. What was it about Victoria that he couldn't let go? What made her so special? The faint scent of expensive cologne mingled with the aroma of his whiskey clouded the atmosphere. She sipped her drink slowly, her sharp eyes watching him over the rim of her glass. How she had fallen for this man, she couldn't tell, but she needed to know why he had chosen Victoria over her.“You seem relaxed tonight,” she said, her voice smooth and measured.Nelson smirked, lounging back in his chair. “Why wouldn’t I be? Everything’s falling into place.”Mildred raised a brow, leaning forward slightly. “Including Vict
Mildred stopped in her tracks and lowered her phone, her mind racing. She replayed Nelson’s words, the threats dripping from his tone, and the confidence in his voice as he spoke of marrying Victoria and claiming her inheritance. For a moment, the memory of his touch mingled with the weight of his secrets, leaving her torn between her growing obsession and the nagging voice of her conscience.She slipped her phone back into her purse and hailed a cab. As the car weaved through the city streets, Mildred stared out of the window, her reflection blurred against the neon lights outside. She couldn’t let Nelson get away with this, but she also couldn’t act recklessly. He was powerful, dangerous, and far too calculating for her to make a careless move.Her mind drifted to Victoria, she was naive about everything, and Nelson sought to exploit. Victoria used to be her very good friend until things went south between them, but she couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at her. Was it jealousy fuelin
Victoria stood at the edge of the grand fountain in the city square, the warm evening breeze rustling her hair. The square was unusually crowded for a weeknight, with people milling about, their attention drawn to something unseen. She glanced at her phone, puzzled by Nelson’s cryptic text earlier: "Meet me here at 7. Trust me."As the clock struck the hour, the soft hum of string instruments filled the air. A quartet emerged from behind a set of velvet curtains that had been hastily erected near the fountain. The crowd hushed as the first notes of a familiar romantic tune echoed through the square.Victoria turned, startled, and found Nelson approaching her. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, his confident stride drawing every eye in the square. In his hand was a single white rose, which he presented to her with a smile that seemed uncharacteristically genuine.“What’s all this?” Victoria asked, her voice barely audible over the music.Nelson took her hand, guiding he
Gerald was jolted awake by the persistent ring of his phone, the shrill sound cutting through the quiet of his dimly lit bedroom. Groaning, he reached out blindly for the device on his nightstand, his fingers fumbling before finally grasping it. Squinting at the screen, he saw a name he hadn’t expected to see: Becca.The sight of her name stirred mixed emotions. It had been years since they’d last spoken, their lives diverging after he moved away with Victoria to start a family. They had once been close—friends who occasionally flirted with the idea of being something more, though it never materialized.Curious and slightly disoriented, Gerald swiped to answer. “Becca?” he said, his voice thick with sleep.“Gerald,” her familiar voice came through, warm and vibrant, tinged with concern. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”“You did,” he admitted, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “But it’s fine. What’s going on?”There was a brief pause before she spoke again, her tone careful. “
Gerald sat at his kitchen table, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee and scrolling aimlessly through his phone. The house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator. He had spent the past few hours avoiding the news and social media, unwilling to see yet another update about Victoria and Nelson’s engagement. The thought of it was enough to make his stomach churn.A sharp knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. He frowned, setting his phone down and rising to answer it.When he opened the door, a man in a neatly pressed suit stood there, holding a leather-bound folder.“Gerald Banks?” the man asked.“Yes,” Gerald replied cautiously.The man handed him the folder with a practiced, professional smile. “You’ve been served. Have a good day.”Gerald stared after the man as he walked briskly to a waiting car and drove off. Slowly, he closed the door and looked down at the folder in his hands. His name was printed neatly on the front, but it was the sender’s name t
Mildred’s happiest moments were the hours Nelson spent with her, those fleeting instances when he chose her over everything else. She lived for the sound of his knock on her door, the way he smiled when she opened it, and the heat of his embrace. It was a joy she wouldn’t admit to anyone, not even herself sometimes, but it was there, burning like a wildfire in her chest.Her hotel room was modest, yet she made sure it was always perfect for him—a candlelit ambiance, soft music playing in the background, and her best dress hugging her curves. Nelson never stayed long, but those moments were hers, and she guarded them jealously.Even as she welcomed him with open arms, her mind was a storm of emotions. She knew the secrets he kept, the lies he lived. She knew about his engagement to Victoria, plastered across every tabloid and newsfeed. She knew about the promises he made to another woman, ones she could never dare hope he’d keep for her.But none of that mattered when he was with her.
The mysterious photographer reviewed the pictures, their phone buzzing with an incoming message. They smirked as they attached several of the photos and hit send. Whoever was on the receiving end of those images had plans—and Victoria’s peaceful moment in the park was about to be disrupted in ways she couldn’t yet imagine.His phone buzzed again:Get the girl.An order that had an urgency tone to it. It was now or never.-----As Victoria drove home, the soft hum of the car’s engine filled the silence. Her mind was restless, still mulling over her conversation with Gerald. How was she ever going to get away from Nelson?Her phone buzzed in the console, and she glanced at the caller ID. It was Becca. Pulling over to the side of the road, she answered, curiosity prickling at her.“Becca? What’s up?” Victoria asked, trying to keep her tone light.“Victoria,” Becca’s voice was tense, almost shaky. “I need to tell you something. It’s about Nelson.”Victoria’s stomach tightened. “What about
The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the park in a warm glow. Laughter echoed as Victoria watched her daughter, Cherish, as she walked wobbly around the park, her curly hair bouncing with each step. Gerald chuckled beside her, his hands in his pockets as he admired their energetic one-year-old.“She’s unstoppable,” Gerald said, smiling.“She gets that from you,” Victoria replied with a teasing nudge.They walked side by side to a nearby bench, settling down as Cherish wobbled round and round, her giggles filling the air. For a moment, the world felt peaceful, and Victoria allowed herself to breathe.“I'm so gald we could spend today together as a family,” Gerald said, breaking the silence. His tone was casual, but his gaze was steady.Victoria hesitated, knowing exactly where this was heading. “I don't know if things can ever get back to normal.” she replied, avoiding his eyes.Gerald wasn’t convinced. “Nelson?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.Victoria’s heart skipped a
Nelson's hands roamed over her waist, pulling her closer as the heat between them intensified. Becca let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as his lips found the curve of her neck.Her thoughts whirled, caught between the fire of the moment and the consequences that loomed over them. “Nelson,” she murmured, her voice trembling, “this… this is madness.”He paused, his breath warm against her skin. “Maybe it is,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. “But you want this too, don’t you? The pull. The need.”Becca’s hands rested on his chest, her fingers clutching his shirt. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she searched his eyes. She could see the turmoil, the frustration that matched her own. But there was something more—something unspoken that made it impossible to step away.She bit her lip, her resolve weakening as his hand slid to the small of her back. “This doesn’t change what I think about you,” she said softly, her words more to herself than him.Nelson nodded, his foreh
The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. Nelson’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, the bouquet slipping slightly in his grip.“Is this about Gerald?” he asked angrily, his voice laced with pain.Victoria hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. I... I still love him. I thought I could move on, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”Nelson closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before setting the flowers down on the table. “I see,” he said softly. “I always knew a part of you was still with him. I just hoped...I just hoped you'll be smart enough not to go back to him.”Tears filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Nelson. You’ve been amazing, and you deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. I can’t do that right now.”He shook his head slowly, his face a mixture of anger and something else. “Thank you for being honest,” he said after a long pause. “But remember what I told you when you came back to me?"Victoria sighed. "Nelson..."He shushes her and stepped closer, "Alw
“Victoria, wait!” Becca called out, hurrying after her. Victoria didn’t stop, her heels clicking against the pavement as she strode to her car. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, and the faint sting of vulnerability.“Victoria, please!” Becca’s voice cracked, and something about the desperation in her tone made Victoria pause.She turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “What could you possibly have to say to me, Becca? That you’re just another one of Gerald’s flings?”Becca flinched as if struck. “It’s not what you think. Please, just hear me out.”Victoria folded her arms, her glare icy. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”Becca took a deep breath. “I’m not here because of Gerald. I’m here because I want to fix this mess between you two.”Victoria blinked, her anger wavering. “Fix? You show up unannounced, and I’m supposed to believe you’re playing matchmaker?”“Yes,” Becca said firmly. “Gerald didn’t call me here. I came because I see how miserable he is without you. And befo
Victoria couldn’t. The months of hurt, anger, and longing collided in that moment, and when he leaned in, she didn’t resist. His lips met hers, tentative at first, as though afraid she’d push him away. But when her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, the kiss deepened, growing more urgent.He swept her into his arms, carrying her to the couch as if the weight of their emotions couldn’t wait another second. They lost themselves in each other, the years of love and pain fueling their passion.Gerald's hands wandered, dipping into the bodice of her dress and tweaking her nipples, sliding beneath her skirt to skim her thighs. Victoria whimpered, as she kissed him with everything she had and when she finally touched her wet pussy with his fingers she exploded.Curling her fingers into his jeans, she yanked them past his hips down his thighs. Gerald kicked them off with hurried, efficient movements, not wasting a second, and Victoria smiled at his eagerness.His cock stood erect in
Victoria stared at Nelson, her mind reeling. His accusation against Becca was shocking, but something about his tone and body language didn’t sit right with her. She stepped back, needing space to think.“Becca didn’t mention that part,” she said carefully, her voice tinged with doubt. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier if it happened?”Nelson sighed, his expression pleading. “I didn’t want to upset you, Victoria. I thought I could handle it myself and keep the peace between you two. Clearly, she’s now trying to spin this to her advantage.”Victoria crossed her arms, her skepticism growing. “You expect me to believe she made advances at you and you kept quiet for my sake? It’s a little too convenient, Nelson.”Nelson’s jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling over. “Why are you questioning me? I’ve done everything to prove my love for you, but instead of trusting me, you’re taking the word of someone who has a history of trying to ruin your life.”Victoria’s gaze hardened. “Beca
Becca paced back and forth, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. Her mind was racing with everything she had just witnessed at Mildred's hotel room. The scene replayed in her head, and she couldn't shake the feeling that Victoria deserved to know the truth.With a deep breath, she unlocked her phone and scrolled to Victoria’s contact. For a moment, her finger hovered over the call button, uncertainty creeping in. It has been a while they spoke, and the last conversation wasn't nice. Will Victoria be willing to speak to her?Regardless, she pressed it, her resolve hardening as the line began to ring.“Becca?” Victoria’s voice came through, surprised but calm.“Victoria,” Becca said, her voice steady. “I need to talk to you. It’s about Nelson.”There was a pause on the other end before Victoria spoke again, her tone guarded. “What about him?”“It’s something I can’t discuss over the phone,” Becca replied, glancing at the clock. “Can we meet? It’s important.”Another pause, longer thi
As Nelson laid her on the bed, Mildred felt a rush of excitement. She knew that tonight was going to be different. Nelson's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he gazed at her."I want to make you feel things you've never felt before," he whispered, his voice low and husky.Mildred's heart skipped a beat as Nelson began to undress her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he kissed her neck, his lips sending waves of pleasure through her.Touching, kissing, licking, oh yes, all of the above. She wanted the full treatment, she deserved the full treatment. His fingers stroked her chin, along the line of her jaw. Her eyes slid closed, pleasure coursing through her veins at the simple yet effective touch. She watched him with earnest desire as his body crawl over hers until his face hovered above hers, his legs spread on either side of her hips. Id she lifted herself the slightest bit she would brush against his hard length, would feel hi