"Wh-what a-are you doing?" I stammered, caught off guard by his unexpected actions."Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for bringing them into this world and keeping them alive. Thank you for raising them so well, thank you for letting me be part of their lives."It dawned on me again that Rominic knew me more than I wanted to accept. Did he know I'd feel like this after seeing the pictures? Did he do this knowing that it was all I needed to sweep the negative emotions under the rug? Or did he just do it because he genuinely felt that way?"Rominic, are you crying?" I asked, my brow furrowed with concern as I tried to catch a glimpse of his face, still half-buried against my shoulder.He pulled back, revealing a face flushed with emotion, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "I'm a proud father," he laughed, the sound mingling with a hint of something more primal. "And a horny husband."The initial shock of his embrace instantly wore off, replaced by a
I had no expectations of what Rominic was going to do, but as expected, he had emerged victorious. I knew it the moment he had made the offer — it was all part of a recent video that Phineas had uploaded, just three minutes before showing it to me.The footage was from the day prior, when Phineas and I had been engaged in a twerk battle. The stakes were high — the winner would be allowed to vandalize Rominic's favorite car with their own unique idea. My face had been blurred out of the video, but my body was on full display. I had panicked at first, biting my finger nervously as I watched the scene unfold. But then I had forced myself to relax, remembering that I shouldn't care what others thought about my body. I was no longer that same insecure Lavender.The pink, loose satin shorts I had worn made my behind appear even bouncier, but Phineas had proven to be a true twerking king. I was losing the battle miserably. Suddenly, Rominic had walked in, Stacy trailing behind him with his
I yawned loudly, stretching up onto my tiptoes and bending my exhausted body backward in a long, languid motion. The action elicited several satisfying pops from my aching bones, as if releasing the built-up tension. My stiff body felt as rigid as the bones of rocks.Twisting from side to side, I kicked my legs out, feeling the muscles strain. Then, grabbing the hem of my skirt, I pulled it up and allowed myself to sink down into a perfect split. Bending my body back, I curled one leg forward until my knee touched my chest, stretching out the tension."What are you doing?" Ah, right. I had forgotten I still shared this office with him. Rolling my eyes, I shut them, trying to ignore his presence as I had been doing all day. Earlier that morning, the audacity of him kissing me in front of the children, knowing I couldn't push him away — the problem wasn't the kiss itself, but the effect it had on me. I had refused to speak to him since then. How dare he make my heart thump with that si
I did not expect Mama to reveal such personal information, and neither, it seemed, did Rominic. Choosing to ignore the heavy revelation, I smiled at Round 2 instead."It's been a long time since I had one of these," I chirped, picking up one of the extra spicy ram liver skewers. I wasn't entirely sure if the meat was liver, but I knew it came from a ram and was coated in layers of savory sauce and pepper. I dragged one of the morsels off the stick with my teeth, moaning as the intense flavors assaulted my taste buds, causing them to almost literally cry out from the heat."It's delicious," he remarked, causing me to want to glare at him and demand how he would know, since he had never been able to eat it before. I was shocked to see Rominic taking a bite of the food in front of him, given his notoriously sensitive stomach. I hastily gulped down the bite I had in my own mouth, my eyes going wide. "What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed. "You can't eat that, you'll end up in the hos
Zachary watched his mother, her brow furrowed in worry, as she slowly stirred a bowl of cold milk and honey. His father's head rested on her thigh, his face twisted in discomfort as he tossed and turned restlessly. A damp towel was tied around his father's stomach.Zachary could see the turmoil on his mother's face — the concern for his father's well-being warring with the conflicting emotions swirling within her. To Zachary, his mother was an open book, her every thought and feeling written plainly across her features."Mom, are you sure the milk and honey will help? Shouldn't we take him to the hospital?" Serenity asked, her voice tinged with equal worry. She was straddling their father's legs, keeping him from moving too much, while Zayne did the same, though Zachary suspected his brother's motives were more for his own amusement."I've been caring for him long before you were born. I know what I'm doing," their mother replied with quiet resolve. Zachary couldn't help but quirk his
The oppressive heat was stifling, weighing heavily on my senses. As I blinked my eyes open, I could feel my pulse pounding in my eardrums, keeping time with the erratic beating of my heart. My limbs felt leaden, and there was a growing pressure in my chest and between my legs, radiating warmth.Disoriented and groggy from the heat and drowsiness, I blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes, straining to adjust to the sounds around me. The first thing I heard was a low, guttural grunt, followed by a groan and a moan that I belatedly realized was coming from me.Confused, I shook off the remnants of sleep and focused on the situation. At first, I thought perhaps Rominic was watching pornography, but that seemed unlikely given his strong aversion to such material. His sisters and friends had tried countless times to get him interested, but he had always refused.As the fog in my mind cleared, I quickly realized that the moans were in fact my own. Someone's hand was caressing my b
I stood at the stove, quietly stirring the stew, my fingers drumming against my thigh as I hummed in an effort to tune out the man behind me. His apologies were relentless, but I refused to respond, determined to maintain my silence.My body ached, a testament to the intensity of the previous night's activity. Weak knees, a sore back, a throbbing face, and a raw throat — the discomfort was palpable. Even my most intimate area felt tender. I couldn't be certain if the sex itself was the sole cause, but one thing was clear: Rominic was utterly remorseful.He apologized profusely for forcing himself on me, for being too rough and inconsiderate. Yet, he did not express regret for the pleasure he had derived from it. The truth was, we had both thoroughly enjoyed it, but Rominic was convinced that I had hated every moment. I dared not reveal the reality, for fear that he would seize upon it as an invitation to continue his advances."I don't think it's a good idea to keep sharing a bed," Ro
Rominic took the opportunity to feed me, his face alight with delight. The children continued to smile widely at me, making me feel even more uncomfortable. To avoid their gaze, I picked up my phone and sent a message in the group chat that Ferris had added me to — the same group I had left when I cut ties with my friends. The notification of my readmission brought a rush of emotion, and I couldn't hold back the tears.The guys were overjoyed and eager to see me again. Gael even sent a video of himself doing a happy dance in response to the news. I already had a plan to host a small reunion party, but the problem was the venue. Rominic's house was like his second baby, and he would never allow me to throw a party, especially one that involved the boys, Ferris in particular. But that's what made it all the more tempting. I was determined to throw the party, whether he liked it or not. Ferris' message read, eliciting a surge of excitement within