Hardin's POVAs Freda uttered those words, my heart skipped a beat. It was as if the universe had aligned, and everything fell into place at that very moment. A surge of happiness washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and contentment.Her words echoed in my mind, filling me with a sense of joy and wonder. I had longed for this moment, yearned for her to want me, and now it was happening. It felt like a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from.I looked into Freda's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all I saw was sincerity a realization washed over me like a warm wave. It was at that moment that I understood how deeply she had become addicted to me, just as I had always been addicted to her. And it filled me with an overwhelming sense of happiness and relief.I had always worried that I would have to constantly persuade and convince Freda to try BDSM with me, But now, as she willingly requested it, I felt a weight lift off my should
Freda's POV"I want to suck your dick," I said to Hardin shamelessly after he was done pleasuring me with every toy he could find."Are you sure?" Hardin asks "Because I am going to fuck your mouth real hard" "Yes I love it that way" I answered"Get on your knees and take my dick out," he said. I was so excited to do it that I didn't even wait for him to finish his sentence, I was already on my knees in front of him and had his pants down around his ankles. I took his dick out and started to stroke it, he was already hard. "Suck it," he said. I opened my mouth and took his dick in, slowly at first but then faster and faster until I was sucking him like a porn star. He grabbed my head with both hands and started to fuck my face with long deep strokes, every time he would go all the way in I would gag a little bit but that didn't stop him from doing it again.He pulled out and said, "Get on the floor". I did as he said, he pushed me down onto the ground and straddled my face. I coul
Hardin's POVI wasn't surprised when Freda asked me what are we. I knew sooner or later she would want to know and I can't deny her the truth."Nothing" I replied plainly "Nothing?" she said almost like she didn't hear me well the first time."I have a girlfriend, Freda, you know that" I replied but as I broke the news to Freda, I could see the disappointment etched across her face. It pained me to see her hurt, but I couldn't deny the truth. I already had a girlfriend, Shelby, and our relationship was deeply intertwined with my business. It was a complex situation, and I couldn't just let Shelby go.At that moment, conflicting emotions swirled within me. On one hand, there was a strong desire for something more with Freda. The connection we shared was undeniable, and it tugged at my heartstrings. But on the other hand, there was loyalty and commitment to Shelby. She had been by my side for a long time, supporting me both personally and professionally.The weight of responsibility pre
Hardin's POVI sat on the swirling chair in my office, with cocaine in front of me, ready to be sniffed. Anything to get Freda out of my mind for a moment, but nothing was working. Each time I tried to get her off my mind, it was as if I was not trying at all. I hated the way I felt as I swirled on the chair from side to side. I poured some whiskey into the glass cup and downed everything at once, making a squinting face in response to how hot the whiskey was in my mouth.Lowering my head to bring my nose level with the cocaine on the table, I noticed that my phone was buzzing. I sniffed the cocaine, raising my head high as I felt the sensation of it traveling through my nerves and to my brain. Freda, get off me. I whispered to myself. I tilted my head slowly to look at my phone which was buzzing, but I ignored the call. Why was Diego calling? I asked myself as I looked away from my phone. I brought my cigar to my mouth and took a drag from it, puffing out the smoke into the air as I
Freda's POVSitting in the dining and playing with my lunch as I could not concentrate on the meal. I lacked appetite as I could not get my mind off the thoughts of what had been happening in the mansion for the past few months. The past few months have been quite challenging for me, especially with the presence of Hardin's girlfriend in the mansion. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart, knowing that she could show up any moment from now and start to ferment troubles. What I still don't understand is why she was troubled by my presence in the pack house.“Look who we have here.” I suddenly heard, and I jolted from my reverie. Who else could it be? If not Shelby. I thought as I tilted my head to look at her. She approached me slowly, clapping her hands as she came closer.“Shelby, not today. I am not ready for all these shenanigans.” I said in a sharp tone as I tried to stand up from the chair, but she held me down, sitting on the table to face me while placing her l
Freda's POVI sat on the edge of my bed as I slowly reminisced about what had been going on in the mansion. Ever since Shelby had come into the mansion, it had been hell for me, especially when I thought I was starting to get used to the actions of Hardin. I heaved a sigh as I leaned backward to rest my back on the bed. My phone suddenly began to buzz, and I rushed to look at who was calling. It was Hardin, and I looked away briefly, wondering why he was calling me. I picked up the call and placed the phone over my ears, but he did not say anything.“Are we into some kind of breathing competition or what?” I asked for a run and he cleared his throat.“Why did you remain silent in the first place?” He asked and I heard him exhale rapidly. “You called me. You were supposed to talk first.” I said, and I kept mute waiting for him to talk.“What are you doing?” He suddenly asked, and I sat up on the bed, inhaling deeply before talking.“The same thing that I have always been doing,” I sai
Hardin's POV“Freda, come back here,” I said in a loud tone, but she did not respond as she walked out of the room. I was quite surprised that I was not angry with her for walking out on me as I heaved a sigh, and lay on the bed. I felt uneasy thinking about it and rolled to the other side of the bed trying to force myself to sleep, but each time I tried to close my eyes, all I saw was Freda. I opened my eyes abruptly and decided to go and check on her in her room. I walked slowly out of my room and headed for her room. As I approached her room, I heard chatters coming from Shelby's room, and I knew that was why she came into my room in that manner. In no time, I was in front of Freda's door and I knocked, thinking that she had locked the door from the inside. I turned the doorknob and surprisingly, the door opened, and I walked into the room but found the room empty. A thought struck my mind to check the bathroom and I walked towards the bathroom, knocking on the door before opening
Freda's POVI walked in the direction of my room rapidly, but a thought struck my mind that he could come to look for me in my room, so I stopped abruptly, thinking of where else to go as I did not want to talk to him for the rest of the night. I tilted my head from side to side and my gaze fell on the stairs and I suddenly remembered that there was some room upstairs. I quickly moved to the stairs and climbed, looking behind to see if anyone was following me. I quickly opened the first that I saw, and I landed in the room filled with weapons. I closed the door behind me, panting as if I were running out of breath. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart, leaning against the door and placing both palms on my head. I closed my eyes, wiping my face with my palm. I opened my eyes abruptly as I stood up and walked around the room, tilting my head from side to side as I looked at the guns and weapons arranged on the shelves. Shortly after walking around, I arrived at the s
Freda’s POV“I want you to fuck me," I said to Hardin as I lay on top of him"for someone who is heavily pregnant….you are too wild," he said as he started to kiss my neck. He moved down my body and kissed my tits. "You're so beautiful," he said as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Hardin!” I let out a moan as he sucked on it, making it hard. He then moved down my body and kissed my stomach.“Just fuck me already….” I pleaded shamelessly “Fine…you asked for it,” he said as he spread my leg wide open and he position his cock at my pussy. "You are mine," he said as he slowly pushed his cock into me. “Fuckkkkk” I moan loudly as he started to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, how are you still tight? " he asked as he continued to fuck me with his cock. He started to fuck me harder"Hardin, Hardin" I moaned as he continued to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, I'm going to cum""Don't let me stop you" and that was enough to make me explode but he continued to fuck me, after a few pushe
Hardin’s POVI could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders as I stood outside the hospital with my men. Freda couldn't make it because of a last-minute errand, leaving me curious about what she was up to. My driver had already turned the car around, and as I got in, a sense of relief washed over me.As we drove away from the hospital, I let out another sigh, grateful for the progress I had made. It had been a challenging two weeks since I woke up from my coma, but finally being strong enough to go home brought me immense joy. The thought of leaving the confines of the hospital lifted my spirits, I was more than ready to break free from the monotony of being in one place for so long.My mind wandered to Freda, the pillar of support by my side through it all. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for her unwavering presence in my life. She had been my rock, my constant source of strength during the toughest times, and I cherished her more than words could express.As the
Freda’s POV“Am I dreaming?” I asked because it was as if I was still dreaming.“No you are not Mama….it feels so_”I wrapped my arms tightly around him, perhaps a bit too tightly, feeling his slight groan as I squeezed in my overwhelming excitement. It had been so long since I had felt this kind of joy, this rush of emotions that threatened to spill over. Hardin was finally awake, and the prospect of our family being whole once more filled me with an indescribable sense of happiness.As I held him close, the reality of his presence sank in, grounding me in the moment. The weight of his existence, of his return to consciousness, was like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache that had lingered in his absence. The sheer relief of having him back, of knowing that he was no longer lost in the depths of slumber, washed over me in waves.In that embrace, in the warmth of his body against mine, I found solace and strength. The months of waiting, of hoping against hope for his awakening, had f
Freda’s POVI dashed to the hospital, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum, the news of Hardin moving his hand echoing in my mind like a mantra of hope. As I burst into Hardin's room, a flurry of medical staff surrounded him, their urgent movements a choreography of healing.A nurse approached me, her voice gentle amidst the whirlwind of activity, “Please come with me...the doctor will speak to you soon” guiding me to the doctor's office to wait. My footsteps felt heavy, each one a beat in the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through me. The sterile scent of the hospital mingled with the tension in the air, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding moment.Emotions surged within me, a turbulent sea of relief, worry, and gratitude crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The sight of Hardin surrounded by a team of professionals, each one dedicated to his care, filled me with a sense of reassurance. Yet, beneath the facade of composure, I tried to maintain, a curre
Freda’s POVI stood by Hardin's side, watching over him as he lay in that silent slumber, a wave of realization washed over me. The truth that he might not wake up, that he might not be there to share in the joys and sorrows of raising our child, pierced my heart like a dagger. The prospect of facing motherhood alone, of shouldering the responsibilities of caring for our child without him by my side, loomed large before me.But amidst the shadows of doubt and fear, a flicker of determination ignited within me. The resolve to embrace this new chapter of my life, to welcome our child into the world with open arms and an open heart, grew stronger with each passing moment. The certainty that I would love and cherish this child, that I would be there for them no matter what trials lay ahead, anchored me in a sea of uncertainty.*******“I am beginning to learn how to cook again….yeah I know the last time was disastrous but this time I started with something simple” “Sandwich….I made a san
Freda’s POV“Where you hurt?…..ma’am can you hear me?…” I could hear the medics' voices fading into the background as my mind swirled with thoughts of Hardin, If only he were here, Jim would never have dared to lay a hand on me.“He is dead ma’am” I heard someone say from behind.“What?”“Jim…is dead” Despite the chaos around me, a strange calm settled within as the news of Jim's demise reached my ears. Memories of the pain he had inflicted on Hardin flooded my mind, serving as a bitter reminder of the past. At that moment, a sense of justice tinged with a hint of vindication, washed over me.The medics' concerned voices seemed distant as I processed the news, a mix of relief and closure washing over me. Jim's actions had not only caused physical harm but had also left emotional scars that ran deep. The weight of his deeds hung heavy in the air, a burden lifted with his passing. I wouldn't deny the closure his death brought. ********I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Miranda runni
Freda’s POV“Jim….what are you doing_”“Shut up your trash bitch! Don't you dare mention my name” he yelled at me angrily.I was gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest as Jim pressed the gun against my head. Fear gripped me tightly, knowing that Hardin, my usual protector, was nowhere to be found. Jim's menacing presence sent shivers down my spine, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm me. He appeared disheveled as if he had just broken free from prison. However, amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a distraction that I couldn't quite place.Despite the imminent danger, a glimmer of hope sparked within me as I recognized the opportunity presented by Jim's distraction. I understood that I had to tread carefully, to maneuver this precarious situation to my advantage without triggering a violent response from him.“There is no Hardin to save you this time.…you are doomed Freda!” he said with a hint of disgust on his face, his grip tightening on the gun, I
Freda’s POVI sat there, staring at the hospital room walls, feeling lost and confused. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, heavier than anything I had ever experienced. How did life twist from happiness to sorrow in just a few months? Hardin, my rock, lay in a coma with no signs of waking. The air felt thick with uncertainty, and the news of my pregnancy added another layer of complexity to the turmoil. This should have been a time of joy, of shared anticipation, but instead, it was shrouded in fear and loneliness. I needed Hardin now more than ever, his strength, his presence, but he was unreachable, lost in a world I couldn't enter. The ache in my heart mirrored the ache in my soul, a deep yearning for things to be different, for a glimpse of hope in this sea of despair. At that moment, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, the burden of uncertainty pressing down on me with a force I could barely withstand. “I have told you countless times to stop thinking
Freda's POVI sat there crying profusely as I watched Hardin lying helplessly on the bed. I could not help but heave a heavy sigh of frustration, as it had been four solid weeks of laying there without waking up or saying anything. My heart bled as I continued to watch him. My eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep. I could no longer bear the silence, so I cleaned my eyes and took a deep breath before I talked.“Hardin,” I called out softly as I looked over his oxygen mask to see his closed eyes.“Hardin, I know you can hear me. Please come back to me. I can't keep living like this. It's been four weeks Hardin, you kept mute and refused to talk to me. Please open your eyes, Hardin. You should have allowed me to take that bullet. I survived it once, and could survive it again.” I said as tears rolled down my cheek. My heart racing faster as I was eager to see him open his eyes, but it did not look like he was going to open his eyes anytime soon.“Hardin, please, you have made me love y