Vera’s POV.“God, this feels so good.” I whimper with my eyes rolling skyward as David sucks my pussy like nothing I’ve ever tasted.Fuck, the man is an expert. He licks me so good, I swear other oral sex I had had before is nothing to be compared.How can he effortlessly coax huge waters outta me just five minutes of having his tongue between my slit?I try to think of another reason but the only thing running through my mind is that David’s a man who knows what he’s doing.That’s the reason women want him. He gives the right dose of pleasure, and right now….I can’t help the whimpers and moans I release as he tongue-fuck.“Oh my God, daddy…I’m going to cum…if you do that again….I can’t hold back.” I scream to his name when I feel him penetrate my hole with his fingers.David’s alternating the penetration of my pussy with his fingers and tongue, making me woozy.I throw my head around, feeling the pulsation of heat inside me.I shut my eyes and cup my right breast and squeeze as Dav
Claire’s POV.“Hahaha…” Laughter erupts all around me, I laugh too. It’s ladies night. So I don’t expect us to be gloomy.This was Tracy’s idea, though. It’s been a long we all gathered together like this and so she made the proposal last week for us to have a ladies night.My friends all agreed and here we are. In one of the elegant hotels in the city. Actually, right now we’re lounging in the hotel’s terrace, overlooking the Olympic-sized pool filled with hotel guests, swimming for pleasure.I lean over to the table and fill my glass of wine again, holding it against my lips as I sip, watching my friends babble.When seven women are all together, men become the leading headline.Since the past hour, we've been out here, we've been chattering about men and my friends never disappoint. They throw words from right, left, and center.Tracy, my Black American friend is the main person wringing my ears off about her latest guy. She seems happy with this current man because the Tracy I k
Vera’s POV.Yawning loudly, I rise from the bed. It’s not mine…rather David’s. We curled up together, basking in each other’s warmth after the bouts of sex we had last night.When I look behind, expecting to see the man wake me up with perhaps a kiss on my forehead, I find out he isn’t there.Swallowing, I slide my hand over the rumpled sheets of his own side of the bed and find it cold, meaning it’s been hours he left the bed.Where could he be? I think to myself as my eyes wander around the room.Well, it’s just nine a.m in the morning, he might have gone to work.Given the number of erotic and romance books, I’ve read where the man keeps a short note for the girlfriend explaining the reasons he suddenly left their cushioned bodies and warmth, my eyes search around for one of those from David’s.To my disappointment, I see none.He left nothing of those and it kinda prickles my heart. I sigh, relaxing against the bed as thoughts about what we did last night cloud my mind.God, David
David’s POV.As Claire clings herself to me while we stalk into the house, I feel Vera’s gaze running all over me. Shit, this isn’t how I expected to spend the morning after such a wild night with Vera.Claire suddenly showed up here unannounced. Damn, she almost caught me in bed with Vera and I wonder what would have happened had Andrei not flashed my cell phone and texted me.Claire almost bumped into my room this morning. Hell, it would have been shitty but thanks to Andrei things were handled discreetly.I couldn’t wake Vera up so I decided to keep Claire restrained in the courtyard until Vera woke up.Well, seeing her out here with my bathrobe and bearing the scent of my soap isn’t what I expected.However, I must say it makes her look beautiful, more like my possession.Seeing Vera in my clothing, makes me feel a sense of satisfaction…I fucking love it so much that I can’t deny it. And those dark locks of hers dripping water, her face naked from any makeup makes me want to dev
Third Person POV.Peter walked down the plane’s ramp with a tiny smile on his face. It felt good feeling New York’s air around him again. Peter can’t remember the last time he had been in America.It’s been years now, he remembered with a tight fist.The mafia brothers whisked him away to Russia after he killed Helen, the woman he was supposed to lure so the twins would gain the power they’d always wanted.That night he shot Helen, everything happened like a movie to him. He didn’t mean to kill her. It was only meant to scare Helen so she would reveal the truth where Vera, their daughter was. However, Helen was adamant not to speak.Peter remembered how he had pulled away the gun's safety, and shot at the ceiling in rage while howling, “Tell me the truth, where is Vera!?”He could remember his bloodshot eyes, everything lived rent-free in his head. Too bad, not even the trigger could make Helen speak. It was obvious to Peter the woman already had hatred for him after she found out th
Third Person POV. Andrei had just finished his morning exercise and was profusely sweating, and so the huge man took down the hallway and marched into his room where he showered.He fixed himself in his shirt and had his hair slicked aside, looking sinister as he always did. Like a boogeyman. However, Andrei knew women found him hot despite his scary size.By the time he was satisfied with his look, he walked outside. His stomach was grumbling, a telltale sign of his hunger.Well, Irene wouldn’t show up today given what David told him before leaving that morning. He told Andrei Irene needed to take her stepdaughter who was having a fever to the hospital.Andrei took that opportunity to whip himself a meal. He had gathered all he would use and prepared the pasta.Moments after he was into his work, he heard footsteps approaching.“Oh, wow. I’d like to have some, Andrei.” He had heard Vera’s voice intercepting the silent air.“Hmmm..” Andrei hummed and refocused on his food. However, h
David’s POV.I spent long hours in my office today, checking the statistical progress of the latest Truman cars that had been on the market since the advertisement was released.Reports came in from left, right, and center and I had my mind fixated on it. In between, though, my lips would part with smiles.Progress, I thought to myself while seeing the number of demands for the cars especially from nursing mothers, and the numbers that had already been sold which was not less than a million cars.“This is awesome,” I muttered to Charity who was standing across from me.“Yes, boss. It is.” Charity hummed in agreement with him.I couldn’t break my gaze away from the reports.I was on it until nightfall. That was how much of a workaholic I am today. However, the moment ended when Claire barged into my office.“Don’t tell me you buried your head in work throughout today.” She sighed as she came closer.My body itched at the sight of her. Her presence reminded me of the fuck I promised her
David’s POV.I step an inch away from Peter as I bark a laugh, throwing my head back.Though I’m laughing but it’s all humorless and Peter knows. When I get my fill, I pull my lips into a thin, harsh line and glower at the bastard called Peter.“Do you think this is some kinda joke?” I intone, my voice cold.Even at that, Peter stares head-on at me. I see the man has got some balls now than before.Being in the same space with him makes me boil. It makes me remember how he took the woman I loved away from me right from college.Not only that, he ended her life. I fucking hate him so much. He makes me seethe.It would have been better if he had at least loved her, and showed her respect but all he ever did was hate on Helen.He raped her countless times in the name of performing husband's duties.Helen told me everything he did to her whenever we spent time together.She sought for my touch to erase that of Peter’s. She let me fuck her so she can forget what he did to her in bed.He wa
Vera's POV. "Thanks, Evelyn." I smile at my housekeeper when she serves me the Earl Gray tea. I've never been a tea person that much but since my pregnancy clocked six months, I started craving it every morning. Today makes it eight months and two weeks since David and I married. An impromptu marriage. But no matter what I love it.It hasn't been easy. Not when David was ousted from the company by the board of directors because of the news Claire leaked. But we've been there for each other. He's been my rock and I've been his. Most days we spend time here in the courtyard, thinking of what other business we can establish and grow.Five months of brainstorming on that led him to establish a small business but it hasn't consumed his time. In fact, David devotes more time to me.Just like the news that spread—the news Claire released on the media, that's how David ensured to spread pictures of our wedding photoshoots. It got the media confused that he wasn't ashamed that he got mar
132. Vera's POV. I gasp at the splash of cold water on my face, waking up from sleep. My eyes bulge as I take in my surroundings. The room is bright, unlike before when it was all dark. But this isn't just a room, it looks like an office. But a huge one. There's a billiards table in the center with an overhead light. But that's not what makes my heart slump. It's the number of scary-looking men in the room, surrounding me like predators. My eyes scan them all. Tattoos both on their faces and body, piercing around their eyebrows, ears, and the corner of their lips. Some have a bald head, long hair, and short hair. My heart pulses as I examine the men more. None of their faces looks familiar. Since we got here, Russia, I've been in and out of consciousness. Actually, this is the first time I've taken out time to see my surroundings and the strange faces here. I nearly pee on my panties as I watch these men.Who are they? "So, this is the bitch we've looking for, huh?" One
131. David's POV. I've been worked up since Vera went missing. Same as Andrei. The both of us have not slept a wink and I've avoided Claire like a plague, ignoring her calls and text messages. It's all because of her that I'm in this mess but I seek to correct my mistakes. This time, no turning back. I'm damming all consequences now. If it's reputation, I don't mind losing it again. Fuck! My girl is out there in this cold weather with my baby in her belly. Thinking about Vera being helpless and alone is driving me crazy. I wonder how she's coping with our baby. This is literally the third day she's been missing and I'm broken. So broken. Stepping out of my room after brushing this morning, I see Irene waltzing towards me. "Good morning, sir." She humbly greets. The tray of food in her hands already tells me why she's here. Answering her greetings, I order her. "Irene, please take it back. I'm not hungry." There's a compassionate look in her eyes as she stares at me. It's
130. Third Person POV. Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach. Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end. Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly. What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind. He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman. He wants to paint the man black before Vera and that's working. The very dark, distant look on Vera's face is a pure indication. Oops, Peter smirked again, wondering about the emotional turmoil Vera must be going through. It's obvious the girl had been seeing the man as her knight in shining armor but now, that same man is the bane of her existence. Damn, Peter loves this. It only means…he'll finally settle with his true love and live peacefully with this grandmother and child. That's the family he
129. Vera's POV. My heart has never been this broken before. It feels like it's about to pop out of my chest. I'm losing my breath and strength is leaving my body fast. Sitting in the subway station on this frosty night, I sob relentlessly. I can't stop the rivulet or tears. I can't stop replaying the scene that occurred before me four hours ago. I've been sitting here for two hours and I've missed the first train that swung by. I can't bring myself to move. All I feel is heartache. David…after all he said to me, he still chose her in the end, why? Indeed, I'm never and I'll never be enough for him. After all, he is what he's rumored to be. A womanizer. I guess I was too blindly in love with him to realize I'd end up like his ex-wives. Too bad now, I'm carrying his child. I chuckle bitterly at the situation I'm in. I feel like it's a blessed-cursed situation. I'm blessed because I have a baby made out of my love for a man. But cursed because even before the baby could come
128. David's POV. As Claire and I leave the elevator, I feel the tension becoming palpable. I can't find it in me to respond to whatever greeting my employees send my way. Claire's heels make uncomfortable sounds as it hits the floor. My posture rigid, I swing the door to my office open and walk inside. I hear Claire slam the door shut behind her. Before I can reach behind my desk, she rushes to me, holding my arm. In that moment of surprise, I turn around only for Claire to smash her lips on mine. Her teeth cling strongly to mine. It's all I can do not to barf. The fuck is she doing? I wonder to myself while gripping the back of her hair and pushing her off of me. In disgust, my hand swipes over my lips, wiping the trails of her kisses. I pant, doing everything I can to hold back my rage and sheer eagerness to lash out at her."Claire, need I remind you what boundaries are?" I say so calmly. She might think that's how I am on the inside but no, I'm nothing but calm. She b
127. Vera's POV. "Oww…" I whoosh a breath, watching the passersby while I tap my feet continuously on the asphalt. Checking the time again, I figure out five minutes have gone by and Evelyn still isn't here. "What are you still doing, Evelyn?" I mutter, thumbing through my phone to call her again. This dizziness has gone out of hand too. My vision suddenly blurred while I was in the cafe. I just came there to relax this morning but the dizziness struck with force. That's when I decided to head to the hospital. Evelyn's advice a while back was perfect but my stubborn self couldn't admit to it. I didn't even check a pregnancy kit. I prefer going to the hospital to be completely certain. That's why I called Evelyn to help me with my purse. I sigh and scroll a hand through my hair. I'm getting worked up but I'll get a solution soon. "Vee?" A tiny voice calls out to me and I turn my back and see Evelyn smiling from across the building I'm perched on. "Get over here, Eve!" I wave
126. David's POV. "Can you tell us exactly what went on here, Mr. Truman?" The commander asks, wanting to take note. I'll be the last person to reveal that what occurred an hour ago is a mafia war. Resolved to seal the secret, I shrug. "I don't how to explain how it all started, commander. But I'm thinking those are thugs, seeking some kinda attention." I say, my face deadpan. "Did you perhaps see any of their faces?" He asks again. Fuck yes, I did. It's all imprinted on my mind. Anton's. Peter's. It's all living rent-free in my head, I nearly growl but instead, I offer. "Commander, what happened was a flurry of shootouts and shits. Couldn't see any of their faces." The commander looks weak at my vague answers. It's better he is. "Okay, Mr. Truman. We'll make more investigations about that." He says and I nod lightly. The other sheriffs are scouting the place, looking for evidence to find but I know better. Mafias don't leave a trail you can find them with. Their shi
125. David's POV. All evening I've been tense, worried sick to my bones. The event, my problems with Vera, the viral pictures of me and Claire, and how to make things work out between Vera and I all race through my head, I nearly lost it. While the guests were coming into the ballroom, I move away, wanting somewhere quiet to get my shit together. I can't stop worrying about her. Vera. I fucking want to know if she's going to come over but calling her on the phone will be a dead end because she won't ever respond to the call. Secluded in one of the hotel rooms upstairs, I undo some of my buttons after removing my suit Jacket, cracking the bones of my neck. I make sure I come up here with a bottle of whiskey and I quickly uncork it and begin to drink directly from the bottle. I don't know what to think again. What to feel, so I let all sorts of emotions swing through me, emotions I can't define. Amidst all, that tiny voice in my head keeps telling me Claire knows something. Fu