Iris“Iris , what do you mean by we shouldn’t be doing this?” Orchard asked, walking towards me.“We need this.” I flashed the condom I had retrieved from the drawer and Orchard’s face turned into a smile .“You know, we don’t necessarily,” I pressed my lips to his before he could finish his statement. “Yes we do.”The sound of torn paper reached my ears, causing me to peel my gaze open once again so I could stare at him.He tossed the wrap away and spent the next few seconds fitting his impressive length into the condom. Staring in anticipation, I saw a smirk line his lips. I felt like a meal, laid open and ready to be devoured; and with Orchard, it might as well have been the best thing any woman should feel.Suddenly, he turned me over so I came on top of him. Orchard relaxed his bare back against the sheets and pulled my thighs to straddle him. For a few seconds, he met my gaze, as though to ask one more time if I was sure of this.I appreciated his consideration, but all I wanted
OrchardThe morning air was crisp, and the faint scent of rain lingered as I stepped out of the car. I couldn’t help but smile.There was something invigorating about mornings like this—cool, promising, and full of possibility. The towering glass building of my office gleamed in the sunlight, its reflection stretching down the street like an endless promise of success.As I walked through the revolving doors, the rhythmic clicks of my shoes on the polished marble floor echoed in the vast lobby. The receptionist, Anna, greeted me with her usual cheerful smile.“Good morning, Mr. Orchard,” she said, her voice warm and welcoming.“Morning, Anna. How’s everything today?” I replied, adjusting the lapel of my jacket.“Busy, as always. But that’s how we like it,” she said with a wink.I chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. The elevator ride to the 12th floor felt shorter than usual, and soon I was stepping into my office. The space was just as I’d left it the night before—tidy and bathed
DaveMy mind screamed at the same time. It was a strange mixture, I decided—an active mind and a frozen body were not going to get things done. Calm yourself. Calm down, I told myself as I bit my tongue, forcing my body to move at last. Ivan turned around, placing his heavy hand on my shoulder and then grabbing the chair not so far from me, pulling it towards me. “Please, let me go, Ivan.” I pleaded. “I promise you, I’d get you your money, you just have to trust me. I’ll pay you, I just need some more time.”“Time? Time?” He snapped. “All I have given you is time, but somehow I still haven’t gotten my money. While you continue to throw lavish parties. I’m afraid, I have ran out of options, Dave. You either pay me my money now or you pay with your life.”“Please.” My voice was barely a whisper.“We’ve had a good time now, yes?” he smiled, his very Russian accent thick. “Listen—” I began, but he shook his head. “I’m not listening to you. You owe me.” “How can I get my money
Orchard.Her voice was like music to my ears. There was always going to be a place for a mother in my heart, and mine was no different. Sacrifices and understanding were all it took. I drummed my fingers against my steering wheel as I drove to the airport. Why didn’t I take my driver? Well, let’s just say I wanted to monopolize my mom's time as much as possible. There were always too many people around her, and most times, it was little things—little moments like this, picking her up myself and driving her where she needed to go—that counted.After a few long minutes spent hopelessly in traffic, I pulled up at the parking lot of the airport, brought out my phone, and stepped out of the car. Once inside, my eyes scanned the crowd of numerous people, and for once—well, maybe not just once, but at least another time in my life—I was grateful for the height God had given me. It was easy enough to spot her.She was looking around the airport, her phone pressed to her ear and mumbling a
IrisI took one small break, resting my legs as I propped them up on a wooden crate whilst sitting on another, pressing my back against the rough concrete wall. It was always like this, I thought with a small smile. It was always a stressful day, and the only thing that could console me afterward was a long massage, specifically one that my mind had now begun to imagine was Orchard giving it to me. It would be nice, though, with his large hands massaging my feet, my back, elsewhere... I felt my face turn slightly pink, but who cares? There was no one there. My phone suddenly vibrated with a call. I didn’t even check who it was before answering and was a little too ecstatic when I heard Orchard’s voice. "Hey," he said. "Hi." I tried to hide my giddiness by dropping my voice several octaves. Of course, I sounded stupid, but he didn’t need to know that. "Something came up," he said, interrupting my train of thought. "What?" I felt my voice stretch out a little too long. "I can’
Iris I stood there, frozen, staring at the mess on the floor. My hands trembled slightly as I bent down to pick up a few of the larger pieces.“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my voice shaking. “I—I didn’t mean to. I’m so clumsy sometimes.”Orchard’s mother, Halle, turned toward me, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t read her expression. Her soft brown eyes landed on mine, and I braced myself for a sharp reprimand. Instead, she surprised me.“Oh, Iris, don’t worry about that!” she said, walking over and pulling me into a warm hug. Her arms were soft and smelled faintly of lavender, a comforting scent that eased my nerves almost instantly. “It’s just a vase. We were waiting for you to come home so we could have dinner together anyway.”The kindness in her tone caught me off guard. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and a small, embarrassed smile crept onto my face.“Thank you,” I said softly.She patted my shoulder as she pulled back. “Now, go wash your hands. We’ll be wai
Iris Orchard turned to me with a soft smile and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on my cheek. The touch of his lips lingered, and for a moment, I felt relief wash over me.I hesitated, then spoke. “Orchard, why didn’t you tell me your mum was coming? I would’ve been more prepared. I looked like a total idiot at the dinner table, I blew it off.”He chuckled lightly, running a hand through his hair. “That’s the surprise I told you about, remember?”I narrowed my eyes at him. “Surprise? Orchard, meeting your mother for the first time should’ve come with at least a little warning. Especially if she knows about… us.”He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard, Iris. I thought you’d like meeting her without any preconceived expectations. She’s a big part of my life, and I wanted it to feel natural.”I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “And what about the whole ‘she-knows-about-the-arranged-marriage’ thing? Why didn’t you tell me that? I
Tiffany I was reeling in shock. Rejection did that to me. Never had I put my hands on Dave, and yet he didn’t want me. Far be it from me, I thought to myself, to let this weigh me down. But still, it caused me to recoil in shame. I stared at myself in the mirror the morning after, and even after splashing water on my face several times and taking a hot shower, I still felt disgusting. It was as though my skin had been pried open, and I was staring at a skinless version of myself. “Damn it,” I said, biting my lip. Of course, it was nothing to be worried about, I thought. Dave had problems here and there, but never this bad. “I need to talk to someone,” I mumbled to myself as I pulled out my phone from the pocket of my bathrobe and dialed Mom’s number. “Mom,” I barked into the phone, stifling a sob that suddenly rose from within. “What is it?” As usual, her question was straight to the point. The woman could stand unshaken, never missing a beat in her emotionlessness, but she a
Orchard’s Pov“You know, you really are the most beautiful person to walk the earth.” I said to Iris, as she stood by the mirror brushing her hair. “You’re just saying that because I’m your wife,” she chuckled, her eyes lighting up the room and my heart as well. “What do you say, we try something different right now?”“Orchard! Your mum’s event is in a few hours, we should be getting ready.”“We have time.” I winked, earning a playful glare from her in return.I opened my lower drawer, retrieving a tool box from it, Iris eyes never left mine. I got close to her as her eyes followed my body, looking a bit presumptuous about every move I made. I took out from the toys I had brought, a blindfold. For some reason, I felt she looked very appealing in it. I was going to be gentle with her anyway. I just didn't want her eyes staring at me while I continued. I wanted her looking as hot as I wanted her to be. Not that she wasn’t already, I just needed to see her that way, in blindfolds.I s
Tiffany “No,” she shook her head. “You wait,” she said, very firm. “You wait until everything is ready, and then you go change. I’m hoping that at least you’ll have things done before you come home.” She started to walk away from me. “Very good,” of course, that was her staple—walking away when she believed herself to be done with people or going to meet someone. So, after Mom left, I decided to go downstairs and simply get some hands-on experience. “Status?” I whispered to Bethany, Kimberly’s second. “We’re almost done with the table placement,” she said. “Of course, they’re also ready to cover the tables and set up the centerpieces. We’re having a few issues, though,” she said. “The guest list is quite muddled, and because we didn’t have a rehearsal dinner to figure out who’s sitting where, I hope the vegan table doesn’t get mixed up with the one for meat-eaters.” She widened her dark blue eyes. “This is a travesty,” she said, touching her forehead. “Shut up,” I mumbl
Tiffany’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, carefully brushing out my hair. Last night’s argument with Dave lingered in my mind, he hadn’t been himself, but that didn’t make the pain any easier to bear.I set the brush down on the dresser with a soft clink and reached for the necklace I’d chosen, a simple gold chain with a small emerald pendant. I was fastening the necklace when I felt a pair of familiar arms wrapping around my waist. I hadn’t heard him come in, and the sudden warmth of his embrace startled me.“Tiff,” he said softly.I froze for a second, caught off guard, then let out a slow breath. “Dave,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.He tightened his hold on me, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder. His touch wasn’t demanding; it was tentative, almost apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.“For last night?” I asked, though I already knew.He nodded, “I was out of line, Tiff. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s no excuse, but I was stressed, and…” He sighed, his breath
Orchard’s POV The evening air was cool as I climbed the steps to the rooftop. My body felt heavy, like each movement required more effort than it should. The door creaked as I pushed it open, revealing the quiet sanctuary that had always been my retreat. The rooftop wasn’t much to look at, it was a simple flat space bordered by a rusty railing. A few old chairs sat scattered around, one missing a leg, the other barely standing. The city stretched out in front of me, endless and alive. I stepped toward the edge, my boots scuffing against the uneven surface, and sank to the ground with my back against the railing. Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey. It clinked softly against the metal railing as I set it down beside me, and for a moment, I just stared at it. My fingers tightened around the glass. I unscrewed the cap and raised the bottle to my lips, the first sip burning as it slid down my throat. The whiskey was old and sharp, but it did the
Iris Pov “Mum,” I had muttered, almost to myself. Halle, who had been standing beside me, glanced over. “Huh?” I froze for a moment, then quickly shook my head. “Sorry,” I said, forcing a smile. “I meant my step mum.” I said to her. Leaving the part where she magically appeared in the same store we were. I mean, not that it was surprising, with an event like that coming up, she would certainly want to make an impression. I just didn’t want to bump into my step mum while I was out shopping with my mother-in-law whom she was yet to know about. “Iris, are you alright?” Halle asked, pulling me away from my thoughts. It was then I realized I had zoned out. “Yea, uhmm… yes.” I replied. “You know, when I said step mum, I meant she’s here.” “Oh.” Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she tilted her head slightly. “Tiffany’s mum?” I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush. I couldn’t exactly tell her I didn’t want Karen to know she was my mother-in-law yet, and despite how much of a bitch she
Orchard’s PovI was gripping the steering wheel too tightly, my knuckles white as I sped toward Richard’s house. I could barely think straight. The thought of my mother lying in a hospital bed, alone, while my father did God-knows-what with his mistress… it boiled my blood. The man had crossed too many lines, but this time, he’d gone too far.When I pulled into Richard’s driveway, I saw his car parked neatly in front, alongside his wife’s little hatchback. Their home was as warm and welcoming as always—a small, brick house with ivy climbing up one side and flower beds blooming brightly. It was the kind of place that made you forget your troubles, at least for a little while.I rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, Richard’s wife, Clara, answered the door. She was in her usual comfy clothes, a simple sweater and leggings, with a kitchen towel slung over her shoulder. Her face lit up when she saw me.“Orchard!” she said, pulling me into a hug. “It’s been too long.”Before I could
Tiffany. One would have thought that with everything my mum and I, experienced over the years, she’d be better at handling things. But it was the exact opposite.“Your father is angry,” she said. “I’m sure you could tell. It was quite tense in the car. You managed to pull your father from the comfort of his office, from the comfort of his personal space, and you took him to that place only for him to get disgraced. That is not what I taught you to do.” “Mom,” I cut her off, shaking my head and interrupting her. “With all due respect, it was in regards to Father,” I said, emphasizing the word. “He hardly did teach me much—more like some things wrong and some things about—but you’re blaming this on me? That I somehow knew that she had an allergy? That’s just wrong.” I jutted my chin out and took a step backward away from her. “If you’re not going to tell me any other thing, then that’s fine. If that’s all you wish to say, then that’s also fine. I’m going to get back to work,” I s
Iris Sooner, rather than later, I was in the office, yawning again. Luckily, this time, I had a cup of coffee in my hand as I strolled toward Halle’s office. The news was that she was fine overnight and the doctor had deemed her fit to be discharged. Of course, when Orchard found out about this in the car that morning, he didn’t take too kindly to it. "Keep an eye on her," he'd told me before I stepped out of the car. By the time I opened her office door, I found her bent over her desk, her hands moving quickly over the notepad in front of her. Finally, she looked up as I took about five steps into the room. I held up the second coffee. "I don’t even care what flavor that is—it's coffee. Give it here," she said, reaching for it. By the time she collected the cup, she had downed what I guessed was half of it in one go. "Ice cold Americano. Beautiful," she said, setting the cup down. "Sit," she added, pointing at one of the chairs opposite her desk. "I wanted to run this
Iris Victory tasted sweet. Of course, it wasn't 100% sweet given the fact that I had to accompany my mother-in-law to the hospital, get her checked in, and practically stay by her bed for most of the night until Orchard showed up, looking grumbly yet relaxed in grey sweatpants and a grey hoodie halfway pulled across his head. In his hands, he bore gifts of snacks, chocolate, and the likes—of course, all things Mom on his end was supposed to stay away from. But knowing Halle, I had a feeling those were the exact things she would want. And Orchard, well, be really knew his mum well, if anything the meeting proved, it was that.Despite how much Halle complained or glared, he simply stuck out his tongue at her and grabbed me by the arm, leading me to one of the private lounges in the VIP hospital wing. Without warning, he pulled up my feet, placing them on his lap, turned toward me with a goofy smile, and then pulled off my shoes. “What are you doing?” I reached for my feet with wi