Vera’s POV.“Fucking fuck!” I’m losing my breath. Damn, my life is hanging on a thin thread.Oh, shit….I’m gonna die a blissful death ‘cause this dose of pleasure David’s giving me is way too much.But, fuck it. I love the sweetness of it. I love how his wet tongue fuck me senseless.I love how…“Omigod, daddy. That’s…fuck, it’s amazing!” I stretch out my hand and clutch his head tightly.As if his face isn’t close enough to my cunt, I squash him more into my sex. Fuck! I vibrate visibly as his tongue pierce my hole, sinking into my canal walls.“hmmm…” David makes some strange appealing noise at the back of his throat. It stokes a new flame inside me, and I begin to caress my breasts.I touch my nipples sensually while I bring my eyes down to watch the movement of my daddy’s tongue over me.“Fuck, princess…your scent drives me so insane…” David rises up, heaving heavily as he breathes the words.I’m still reeling from the impact of his first words when he suddenly gushes the next o
Third Person POV.Andrei’s pacing the length of the underground parking garage of Vera’s apartment complex, tensed.He was barely holding it. The rage he felt mottled his cheeks with stains of red. From afar one can literally feel the sparks of rage the stocky man was trying to keep at bay.Fuck! He wanted to man up but the weight of the information felt too heavy, making it impossible for him to stay in check.Andrei’s emotions were riding high, a tailspin he couldn’t hold back regardless of his decision to stay calm.His wandering feet brought him to the side Vera’s car was parked and he took a sneak peek inside the car through the run-down windows, checking to see if it was all there. The cause of his raging mood. His anguished pains. Seeing it all there, Andrei batted his lashes, pushing back the sting of tears as he strode away from the car.Andrei fixed his jolting hands into his pockets, not wanting to display how tensed he was. Or rather how he wanted to get revenge, he could
Third Person POV.Somewhere in Russia.Different black-tinted cars swerved into the field, and men in black suits poured out from it. The Red Kings' men, Anton noted as he watched everything through his dark sunshade.Layers of dust trickled through the air as each car’s tires squealed over the sandy dunes of the desert.The clan-to-clan war had doubled, getting out of hand and many lives had been lost in the process. Lots of properties belonging to both the mafias and the civilian who lived around the places where their gun battles occurred had been severely damaged.However, the Red Kings and the Sokolov twins were the ones gaining the upper hand.The two clans had won over the other clans, either razing them completely or making them part of their clan as allies.The Sokolov twins had gained three allies from different clans. That’s why their Byki doubled.Now, however, the twins are building a squad of soldiers that would help them fight the war with the Red Kings.Today, they are
Vera’s POV.I pause, wheezing for breath. Gosh, my lungs are practically screaming for more oxygen and my body is begging for a little rest but I need to keep doing this. I need to keep practicing. I mean, the Tell with Your Body show, is only a few weeks away from now.“Hi, Vee.”I crane my neck at the sound of my name. It’s one of my colleagues in Days Dreams. The music blasting out of the practice room whirl inside when the girl opened the door to come in.“Hi, Anny. You done with Bruce?” I ask her, straightening from my crouched position. Sweat escapes me in rivulets given how much I have been cat-walking on my six inches pencil-mouth heels.I strut over to my corner and grab a hold of the bottle of water I came with.“Not yet. Dude never gets tired.” Anny says, smirking.I screw the lid of the water can open, throwing my head backward, I drizzle the water down my throat, wetting it.I’ve been here since eight in the morning and if I’m not mistaken, it should be one p.m. now.“W
Vera’s POV.“Well, I hope I’m not interrupting the girl's moment, am I?” Willam’s baritone spreads across the table as he asks.I look over at him and practically shake my head. “Not at all.” I take a drink of my juice and drop the glass on the table. “My friend and I are just celebrating my successful admission.” I don’t know when that escaped my lips.However, William seem a little too excited about that.He claps his hands together which draws others' attention to our table. “I’m sorry, I’m just more than excited.” He whispers to me. “Congratulations Vee, I’m happy for you.”I hold Williams’s gaze as the words fall from his lips. For the first time, I notice the man's hidden beauty. He’s not that bad, really. I bet there are many girls out there crushing on him.The round birthmark on his face adds to his beauty.I cut my eyes away from him so he'll not catch me looking and begin having extra ideas about me in his mind.“What school is that?” He asks.Sage is busy twirling her fork
David’s POV. The air is filled with scents of musk and arousal. The dim lights around the bleachers I’m sitting on do not do justice to the amount of sins going on around me.Just peering at the stage, I can see the Male and female giving us a show of sensual, hot sex. Droplets of oil make their skin glisten under the fluorescent light.It’s another night in Sex Dungeon, even though I didn’t plan on coming here before, I can’t say I’m regretting now because the sensually charged air is making me think of the girl I want. My Vera.Nathan is sitting just beside me, smirking as he takes in the scene playing down on the stage.The Male actor whirls the female in an angled position, holding her by her hips and rocking his cock inside and out of her nub.I can see the cream the female is producing at every stroke and thrust of the Male’s shaft.Her moans filled the air with a strong ripple.However, just about now, the actors aren’t the only ones indulging in this. The audience is.At le
Vera’s POVI wasn’t aware William could be this funny and cool to be around. Well, since he came here I’ve laughing my guts out because of his jokes.I said thanks to his words earlier and I offered him a drink.“Coffee will be fine.” He had said and I went into the kitchen to whip up one for him.“Sometimes I like my coffee plain. Just plain instant coffee.” He told him while trotting into the kitchen behind me.I smiled at his words and looked him over my shoulder when I said.“So that means, tonight’s own won’t be bland?”“Nah, not when I’m with a beautiful lady like you.”Oh, he really is flirting. I only smiled at his words as I went over to the kitchen, putting the coffee machine at work.In a short time, I had everything set for him and he followed me to the living room, still cracking his endless jokes to which I smiled and laughed out loud when it was too funny.I offered him some quesadilla pastry. Thank God my housekeeper made those before leaving tonight.The young man del
Vera’s POV. My head finds it hard to wrap around what David said just now. But my heart is jerking happily as if its biggest want or rather goals have been achieved.Fuck, my daddy loves me. The man I’ve desired for so long.Oh, hell.We go at it like crazy. Chomping on each other’s lips. Our hands danced around our bodies.David thrusts my back into the wall, taking my lips into his, kissing me into oblivion. I hold him, so tight because if I don’t, I won’t be standing here now.He nips my lips with his teeth, lashing his tongue back on forth on it.I moan into his mouth and he gives me an answering growl. Biting and swirling my lips with his in a rhythmic dance.Sparks of pleasure roll inside me, dampening my mind.I can’t think properly. The only thing I can think about now is the three words he said.I love you. It rings in my head like a bell.And I kiss him with fervor, with passion I buried deep inside me as I wait for the day the miracle will happen and today happens to be
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