Andreas stood frozen, staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing - his wife, Rebecca, in bed with her dog, Buddy. For a moment a smile formed on his sleep until he took notice on her. He slowly approached the bed, his eyes still fixed on his sleeping wife. As he drew closer, he saw the tears staining her cheeks and the way her hands clutched at his pillow. He realized then that she had been crying, and the thought only made him feel even more helpless. He stood by the bed for a few minutes, trying to piece together what had happened in his absence. He knew that she had been struggling with the isolation and loneliness of being alone while he was out, but he never expected to find her like this. Andreas felt a pang of guilt as he watched his wife sleep. He knew he had been gone longer than he had intended, but he couldn't have predicted what had happened. He had been worried sick about her the entire time he was away, but seeing her lik
Rebecca knew it was a risky move, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to see Lacey. They had been best friends since childhood, but a year and a half ago they had a falling out and hadn't spoken since. She took a deep breath and got into her car, Andreas agreed to drive her down the familiar streets to Lacey's house. As they parked in front of the house, she couldn't help but feel nervous. What if Lacey didn't want to see her? What if their friendship was really over? Rebecca felt a knot form in her stomach as Andreas pulled up in front of Lacey's house. She hadn't seen or spoken to her former best friend in a year and a half, well later when she came to see her at her parents house. She didn't know what to expect, and her anxiety was at an all-time high. Andreas reached over and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's going to be okay," he said softly. "You guys will work it out." She nodded, taking a deep breath before getting out of the car. Lacey's
Andreas couldn't help but feel nostalgic as he walked into the same restaurant where he had taken Rebecca on their first date. The memories of that night flooded his mind as they were ushered to their table. He could see the same twinkle in her eyes, the same innocence that had captured his heart all those years ago. As they sat down, Andreas teased Rebecca about the wine incident. "Remember the last time we were here and I made you try that wine? You hated it, didn't you?" he chuckled, remembering how she had tried to hide her distaste for the drink. Rebecca smiled, "Yes, I remember. But it wasn't the wine, it was just my inexperience with it." Andreas laughed, "Well, I'll make sure to order something more to your liking this time." He took charge of the menu and ordered steak for both of them. He knew it was her favorite and he wanted to make this dinner special for her. As they waited for their food, they chatted about their day and caught up on the latest news. But as the nig
Lacey took a sip of her Long Island Ice Tea and sighed contentedly. "This is exactly what I needed," she said, glancing around the patio. "Good food, good drinks, and good company. It feels like old times." Rebecca smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She had missed Lacey so much, and it was good to have her back in her life. "I'm glad you came," she said, taking a bite of the grilled chicken. "Jackie outdid herself with this meal." Jackie, who was sitting across from her, beamed with pride. "Thank you, Rebecca. It's always a pleasure cooking for you and your friends." Carla, who was sitting next to Jackie, nodded in agreement. "I don't think I've ever had a better meal in my life," she said, taking a bite of the cheesy potatoes. "You're a miracle worker, Jackie." They all laughed, enjoying the moment. Buddy, her fierce doberman, was running around them, wagging her little tail happily. It was as if even the dog knew that something special was happening. As they ate
Rebecca's first time with Andreas—well, her first time ever—didn't go as magically as she expected. The kissing was something she had gotten used to; his hands on her body too. The rest—that's where things got complicated. Their noses bumped, pinching skin and knees along the way. Rebecca was surprised that her first time wasn't as effortless as she had imagined, but she was determined to keep trying. She knew that with patience and practice, things would get better between her and Andreas. "Sorry," she mumbled when her hand pulled his hair a little too hard. "You're fine; stop worrying." "I can't help it. Here you are, looking all gorgeous and knowing what to do, while I lay here waiting to see if what I'm doing is good enough for you." "You don't have to worry about impressing me. I'm here because I enjoy spending time with you, not because of what you can do for me." She understood, but her doubts kept clouding her mind. Kissing was one thing, having sex is entirely different
Rebecca woke up the next day feeling sore but satisfied, with a contented smile on her face. She stretched languidly, feeling the lingering ache in her muscles from the night before. As she looked around the room, she realized that Andreas was gone. A momentary pang of disappointment flickered through her, but she quickly brushed it aside. She knew that he had an important job and that sometimes he had to leave unexpectedly. She got up from the bed and walked towards the window, admiring the view of what promised to be a beautiful day. On his pillow, Rebecca found a note from Andreas. He apologized for having to leave so suddenly, but reassured her that he was only a phone call away if she needed anything. Rebecca smiled to herself as she read the note, feeling a warm sense of comfort knowing that Andreas cared for her so deeply. She got out of bed, feeling a little stiff from the night before, but still feeling the afterglow of their passion. She needed to tell someone, her person
Rebecca couldn't believe how amazing the last couple of days had been. It was like a dream come true. From the moment she opened her eyes to the time they both fell asleep, their hands were on each other's body. She couldn't get enough of him, and it seemed like he couldn't get enough of her either. She continued to be hesitant and always made the same approach. Yet Andreas helped her through each new encounter with patience and kindness. He was always willing to give her the kisses or novel touches she would occasionally ask for. Yet for the most part, he was in command and led her on an enjoyable and educational adventure. Their bedroom had become their sanctuary, but they were also adventurous, trying new locations and positions. The coffee table in the living room, the little shelf next to his desk in his home office—no surface was off-limits to them. Rebecca saw that as the days passed, she became more and more hooked on Andreas' body pressing up against hers. She adored how h
Rebecca can't help but feel grateful for the love that Andreas has brought into her life. She never thought that she would find someone who understood her so well, who accepted her flaws and all. She looks forward to spending each day with him, learning more about him, and growing old together. As they walk through the park, with Buddy excitedly chasing after the ball, Andreas takes her hand and pulls her close. He leans down and kisses her deeply, causing her heart to skip a beat. She feels his love for her in every touch, every glance, and every word he speaks. As they walk back to the car, Rebecca can't help but feel like she's living in a fairy tale. She knows that life is not always easy, but with Andreas by her side, she's ready to face any challenge that comes their way. Even something like playing the wife of Andreas McKinnon. The beginning of spring came with a rush of activities at the ranch. The families of the workers, business parties, and her own family, Lacey and An