Maybe I am just trying to reconcile the wild insecure, impulsive young adult that Linc has described to me with the middle aged visibly calm woman in front of me. She looks different to me because the first time we met, she was sobbing at my feet and I was out of sorts. "Sheryl, why are you here?" Linc asks. Straight to the point. I cringe uncomfortably beside him at his curt tone. He doesn't even bother introducing us. I guess I should also be feeling some sort of resentment towards Sheryl, but I can't bring myself to. Tyler is the only one at fault here. He could have met with Linc and have a talk about what his mother told him. Wait, what if that was what he came to his office to do that day and he met us having sex on his desk instead? It is possible. But it is still no excuse for the route he chose to go. He hurt me. He endangered me. He hurt my friend. It is unforgivable, what he did. "Do you have him?" She asks, her voice is feathery, choked full with hope and infused with
Linc Pov:: Of course I don't plan on killing Tyler. I never did. But it feels perversely good to watch Sheryl unravel before me at the insinuation. She threw it at me first to shock me to kindness on her behalf, she forgot we are no longer twenty one. She can't manipulate me even if she tried. Yes, I went temporarily mad when he took Amelia. Yes, I am still enraged just thinking about him being somewhere out there on the run, no consequences whatsoever for his actions. Yes, I get nightmares about walking into that warehouse and seeing Amelia beaten to death, black and blue and small and cold. I jerked awake last night in a cold sweat and I had to go check her in her room to make sure she was still here with me. Safe. I stayed in her room for a really long time. I couldn't go back to sleep. Watching her sleep so peacefully soothed me a bit. I left when it was almost dawn and by then, sleep had long eluded me. Yes, it is also true that I no longer know what I can do to him. Runni
Amelia Pov::"I am sorry I transferred some of my aggression to you. I didn't mean to make it seem like your presence in my life is a burden. You are the best thing I have." Linc's mouth is at my ear. His body is hard behind me. I melt like butter against the heat of his body pressed against me. Why is he so darned hot? It is so unfair. I want to be mad at him, to hide behind my anger about the situation and project some of my insecurities from how yesterday went between us, but here he is, apologising already. And my body gives in to him before I can even fully process anything."Okay." I whisper. Helpless against him. His hand around my waist tightens. I shut my eyes. We are right in the middle of the den, open and exposed to anybody that can walk in. But that is the thing about how Linc has structured his life. Nobody would walk in here to interrupt us. I sigh wistfully at the thought that we can't just have sex already. I want him so bad. I can't imagine that sex would just auto
Amelia POV:"Linc, I have to tell you something." I breathe. He is kissing a trail of liquid fire down my body, having gotten rid of my clothes in a flash like they were on fire. My body burns with the heat of his mouth on each spot he kisses. I am on fire everywhere. The delicious weight of his hips pressed into mine. The irrefutable bulge pushing against me in between my thighs. He comes up to look in my eyes, I close mine, breathing hard. Feeling a claw squeezing my lungs so I can't breath. The pressure competes with my lust and both wins. I want him as much as I need him. "What is wrong? Are you okay?" His worried voice above me pulls me from my despair. "Yes. Yes, I am fine. I just need you to know something before we continue." I move slightly under him to be more comfortable, he adjusts and moves to the side, the absence of his weight on me is acute. I can't meet his eyes. I am cold with nerves. Though still aroused. My heart is beating fast. I fear I might be having a pani
"Nobody would get it. They would persecute us. They would tear me apart." It is already happening with the whole Arthur Beau's exposé thing. Somehow everybody decided I was the ideal scapegoat in that situation. How dare I still be involved with Linc when my mother did him so dirty? That is what all those faceless random internet folks want to know. If only they know that I am also asking myself that question. And now I know the answer. I stayed back for this. Because he never let me go. He held on to me. "Amelia..." Linc calls to me. I dive deeper into my panic. "Oh God. I don't know if I could handle it. Oh Linc, what are we going to do? It will look bad. So bad. Oh God." I say, darting between covering myself up more and wanting to be open. Linc grabs my hands, making me stop, he pushes my hand to his chest, the steady thud of his heart makes me stop my frantic movements. I look up into his eyes, they are stormy and intense. "Do you love me?" He asks. Voice deep and serious.
My body shakes with the intensity of my lust for Linc. The anticipation. The hunger. And now the confession. I feel light as a bird. Free. And better able to let go of anything else in my head asides him. His body on mine. How he moves. His painstaking attention to me. How everything he does is paid absolute attention to. I feel safe beneath him and free. So vulnerable that I could cry with how much joy my heart expands with. Linc lifts his mouth from my neck and takes my lips gently. I can't decide which I like best, his hard or soft kisses. Both does things to me that I can't fully describe. They steal my breath away and I am left gasping before he lets me up for air. I take his face in my hand. Affection blinds me with the power of my love for him. It runs deep and pure that it feels like my very first time ever being in love. And the fact that I don't have to hide it anymore is new, and so delicious. I feel euphoric under his hard weight pressing into me. "I love you." Linc say
I don't know when I lost consciousness but I come awake to Linc still in between my thighs, lapping up my overflowing juices tirelessly. I have lost count of how many times I quake with a mini orgasm after the fourth time. He controls it. He knows my body and he knows what he is doing, when he notices I am close, he eases back on the pressure of his tongue on my clit, and my body trembles and I lose my hold on reality, alternating from the brink of oblivion and back. I am somewhere in between right now, where everything is bright and colourful, and all I can feel so acutely is the soft pressure of his unyielding tongue on my most intimate body part. He is all I feel. All I know. Focusing on him is overwhelming but there is nothing else I'd rather focus on"Linc, please." I plead breathlessly. He leans up, lips wet, eyes dilated and dazed, I feel another mini quake warming up deep within my stomach just at this sensual sight of him. He smirks at me and I lose my breath. He leans up i
Linc Pov::The days have all blended into a mix of blissful moments stacked one after another, I wake up to Amelia's soft naked exquisite body wrapped tight around me on my bed in my master's bedroom and I watch her for a few minutes with bated breath, trying to see if the spell would get undone and I would snap back to reality. But it never did. It never does. She wakes up and give me a heart stopping smile and I go about the rest of the day with a permanent flutter in my chest. I have been getting back to work. Gradually, from my home office. I am the boss but that doesn't mean I can completely clock out for weeks. That is not how you become a billionaire. Amelia and I have fallen into a routine of sorts in our five days since we became an official couple. We eat breakfast together and talk about mundane things. Then I go to my study to get some work done, and she goes to the garden. She takes a book with her and spends her time there, learning from the gardener and also getting h
The door swings open and Ashley walks in, she comes straight to where I am perched in the middle of the room in my expensive wedding dress that costs seven figures, designed by a top rated designer to flatter my body and make me look unreal. It was unspoken but also to make my tiny pregnant bulge not very visible. And it is perfect. I feel like a fairy in the low V-neck, long sleeved, ankle length gown made with sheer lace, embroidered with real diamonds along my silhouette. I feel pretty. "Are you okay?" She asks.I shake my head. I am far from okay. My life is a fairytale and I can't seem to snap to reality. We are having the wedding in a quaint countryside ranch in the south of France, magical and ethereal. How can I be okay? It is a small wedding. When I say small, I mean it is just Linc and I, Ashley and Dylan, Chris who is Linc's best friend who I am just meeting who happens to be a very jovial man with a wicked sense of humour, his girlfriend, a french model whose name was so
I am alone in the bed. But Linc's scent lingers in the pillows, sheets, my senses. His side of the bed is warm. I can tell he just left. But to where? It is still Sunday right? I look around for my phone, it is six p.m in the evening of the same day so he didn't go to work. My bladder pushes all the other thoughts from my head as I make to get up and go pee. After peeing, I look at myself in the mirror and I find that I can't quite recognise the woman looking back at me. Sensual and free. My eyes are glazed and it is not because of sleep. Wild and sated. My hair is a tousled mess atop my head, hanging loosely down to frame my breasts. Linc had left me multiple hickeys. On my neck, clavicle, shoulder, breasts, everywhere I look, he is there, he has claimed me in ways that I could never detach from. It is not our first time but something about the selfless way he pleasured my body till I came, felt different, new and exhilarating. I need him to come back from wherever he went to immed
I skip over her waiting flesh, the clean trim of her pussy, the little triangle of golden hair, I kiss her inner thighs, raising them up for easy access to the feast I am about to have. Amelia quakes in my arms, I can't help the cocky smirk that comes on my face. We are only just getting started, my love. I give her a little bite around her smooth bikini line and she shivers, the sound of her breathing is audible. Quicker. Shallower. I am positioned in between her thighs and I look up, holding her eyes. "Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me as I worship you." I say, my voice is raspy and endlessly choked full with emotions that overwhelm me. Her scent is in my head, clouding my senses, holding me captive, I am hers, forever. "Linc." She only breathes in response. Waiting. Hunger. Writhing. Arching. Pleading. Wanting. I lean down and run the pointed tip of my tongue through her slick pussy folds, maintaining eye contact, enjoying the rapturous look of pleasure stretching her
Linc Dmitri POV::I kiss her like she was life itself. She is my life. She is my everything. She just made me sob like a child with the heartwrenching news that she was pregnant. Never have I ever been that overwhelmed. Completely caught off guard. I am going to be a father at forty four. Amelia, my girl, my precious little love, she is going to make me a father. It is hardly believable, I can't seem to fully come to terms with it. When I turned forty, I kind of stopped bothering about the whole heir thing. I figured I would just pass down most of my wealth to charity and the other half to her, even if she wasn't in my life anymore. I reviewed my will a few months ago, before I even called her to come back to New York, I reviewed my will and made her the part beneficiary of my entire wealth. That was the extent of my loyal affection for her. I was never going to let her struggle for anything. And then she returned and we gave in to this beautiful fire that was our relationship and I
"What?" "What?" Linc's voice overshadows Ashley's. I look away from the intensity of his eyes burning into me. My heart is beating hard and fast. I am not scared or worried, I am a lot of things. A lot of bubbling emotions and I start crying again. It is definitely the hormones. The test I did didn't say how far along I was, just that I was pregnant. Positive. "When did you find out?" Linc is in front of me. Hovering above me. He is all I see through my tears, he places his hands on my cheek gently, softly, like I was a feather he could blow away easily, like I was fragile and he was scared of hurting me, I am crying too hard to talk and he just quietly swipes away the tears, cradling my face with so much affection, the tears would not stop falling. "Yesterday night." I manage to say through my tears. He pulls me close and I get lost inside him. His huge hard body engulfs mine and I look at Ashley, her face is wet again and she is trying to wipe her face clean, she pats down my ha
"I knew her through Trent. We paid her a condolences visit and help her out with little things occasionally." Ashley says and I realise that I asked her the question out loud. She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she was drunk or whatever. I went to your place that night but you weren't around. I expected to see you in class the next day
Amelia POV::I hear the knock at the door but I don't move. I don't know when I slept off last night, and when I open my eyes to see that it is morning, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did not move even then, not even to go pee or brush my mouth. And now with that persistent knocking, I remain inert. I didn't order anything and I am not expecting anyone so maybe it is a neighbour's guest at the wrong door. I am not bothered to go check it out. They would leave when they figure it out. My entire world is spinning and I can't seem to get a grip. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind and none is comforting. I am hot and cold at the same time and I am hungry but incredibly nauseous and sensitive to the faintest smell. I couldn't keep anything down if I tried. I sit up suddenly, alarmed by the unmistakable click of the door and then it is open and I hear that familiar voice, that silky smooth baritone that makes my insides melt and feel like mush. Linc. A weak smile plays on my lips in s
"Mr. Dmitri, are you there?" Mr. Hageman's voice comes on again, polite and persistent. Sometimes, I forget about the man's existence in the house with me. But I feel his presence in how pristine he keeps the mansion. It is not an easy job to do, but he manages it all perfectly. His bookkeeping is honest and professional, I have had him for close to ten years now and I have never had any issues with his work. I send birthday and holiday cards to his wife and kids through my assistants every year. "Yes. Send her in. I will be down in thirty minutes." I reply, getting up. I didn't plan to get out of bed today but here comes Ashley of all people, to drag me out of it. I am very curious about her visit but not enough that I would clean up before meeting her. Amelia told me she doesn't have the best opinions of me and that makes her visit all the more suspicious. Is she here for Amelia? I thought they fell out with eachother. I take a quick cold shower, put on clean casual clothes and
Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence