"You look better than you did on Monday." Dylan says, giving me a long sideway glance. "How do you mean?" I ask him, though I know exactly what he means. It is the damn smile. I can't keep it off my face. It is wednesday and I am still not over the bliss of having Linc come over that Monday afternoon. He left at night and those few hours we spent together, talking, cooking, teasing, laughing, they were the best hours of my life yet. "Well, for one, you can't stop smiling. And then you are, like, glowing. You looked like you could use a hug on Monday and now you are just different. If you have a magic elixir, put me on please." Dylan says, nudging me in the arm and smiling. I can't tell him the elixir is Linc. We are walking to the coffee place down the road from the department he swears by to hang out like I promised him I would last time. I didn't expect him to keep a spare seat for me beside him today, but he did, calling me enthusiastically when I walked into the class, I joined
"Amelia?" She asks and I stop in my tracks. My heart is pounding away. I don't know what to expect. Linc said she was working through her grief and she hadn't gone to the mansion to accuse him or throw hysterics again. I stare dumbly at her, she does look physically better than the last time I saw her. So I steel myself and hope with all my heart that this wouldn't be what I fear it might turn out to be. "It is you." She says with an icy smile that doesn't reach her eyes. It terrifies me. "Hi, Sheryl." I whisper. Dylan is staring at the two of us, undecided and confused. But I can tell he is piecing together why I wanted to leave in a hurry. My one hope is that he doesn't know Sheryl. The second is that Sheryl doesn't cause a scene. It would literally kill me. I don't have Hernandez to help out with that. She could drag my hair out and tell the whole campus that Linc was responsible for her son's demise. Oh God. This is bad. "I now know why he came after you." She whispers, I am b
"Sheryl. What do you think you know?" I take a step forward, just a tiny very brave one. It takes her by surprise because she kind of snaps back to reality in front of me. Like she had wandered somewhere else in her head. This was still a woman wracked with grief and regret. I feel sorry for her and also can acknowledge that she is very volatile. Dangerous. Just like her son was. "What do I think I know? You are seriously asking me that? I can see that Linc's arrogance must have rubbed off on you, girl. It won't do you any good. At all. What I know is that your relationship with him goes beyond the legal guardian bullshit his company is selling to the public. I don't just know this. I have hard proof. And you just wait, I want to know how confident you will be when the whole world can see you both having sex on his desk like the sick bastards that you both are." Sheryl flings her half finished cigarette and crushes it into the ground with her platform heels. She glares up at me. I fe
"And you don't have any classes today? I thought I would be the one doing the travelling back and forth. You shouldn't have to go through that stress. How come are you here and by this time too? What is happening, Amelia?" I hold onto her bare shoulders. The soft skin gives way under my fingers. I have missed her too. God, have I missed her. "Are you mad at me for missing you?" Amelia's seductive demeanour suddenly shifts. She moves away from me, the absence of her soft warm body against mine is acute, I reach for her and pull her close. Inhaling her. Recalibrating my brain to reality and trying to quell my rising anxiety. I rack my brain for what could have possibly gone wrong that would have made her run to me. "Never. I didn't mean it that way. I am just confused. And worried. Please, tell me what is happening?" I cup her face, looking into her eyes. I want to kiss her so badly and I know she wants me to. She is giving me that look. But I shake my head to focus, something happene
Still kissing and teasing my nipples, Linc's hands roam my body, setting me on fire, delicious and slow. All consuming. "You are so soft." He rips his mouth away from my nipple, looking up at me with a storm brewing in his dark eyes. He palms my other breast and squeezes gently, keeping eye contact with me, even though the room was dark, I see him all too clearly, my breath hitches in my throat and I flood into my underwear. Aroused like I have never been before. I want him and I want him now. "Perfect." He says again, his smooth baritone is like silk and I feel it in my belly. Butterflies erupt and I squeeze the muscles of my thighs as a reflex. "Linc." I gasp, "Linc." I can't articulate much because my head feels as hot as my body has gotten under his touch. "I want you. I want you so bad." I breath, writhing under his touch, his hands are everywhere on my body, stroking me to such high levels of arousals that I feel blindsided by it. "Really?" Linc raises his head from kissin
"Fuck." Linc moans as he pulls out of me abruptly. I don't get the time to open my eyes and figure out why he was stopping, he usually finished inside me because I am on the pill. Though that is not a hundred percent secure, but I love being filled with him too much to care. Swollen and tender with him is my best aspect of sex with him.Linc flips me over like I weigh nothing, his hands dig into the skin of my hips as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. It is high enough that he could stand on the floor and still penetrate into me at a great angle and that is what he does. He grabs my ankles and gently places them over his shoulders, I relax my body in preparation, but when his thick huge cock stretches me out, I cry out loud, tensing up. He switched the position to last longer. My face is hot and my neck is hot too, the continuous barrage of intense pleasure is almost too much. But I am not complaining. I moan his name, my toes curled over his broad shoulders as he pumps into me wit
"What is it then?" He asks, persistent and gentle in his approach. It doesn't make any sense not to tell him. I don't know why I am stalling. If Sheryl releases the video and he finds out that I knew beforehand and didn't tell him, Linc would be so mad. I don't know if that could be counted as a betrayal of trust of sorts, I mean, I would also be affected by the fall out. If not more affected. So I should just come out and say it.I clear my throat again, feeling his firm gaze burning into my side profile as he waits patiently. "Sheryl." I blurt out the name after another unbearable quiet second passes. I feel his interest pique at the mention of the name but he doesn't react immediately, giving me the space to finish my words. "I ran into her on campus." I say. I turn to look him in the eyes, his expressions has gone blank, tell tale signs of him being angry and just managing to keep it under wraps. "She had Tyler's phone. The video of us he had is still on it. She said she would
Linc Dmitri POV::Amelia is driving me insane. It is another instance where I can't wrap my head around her reasoning. Or maybe I can but I just can't bring myself to accept it. "What does that mean?" She asks, eyeing me guardedly. My hand closes into a fist by my side and I clench my jaw. The guilt is killing me. I hate to admit it out loud but the abject truth is that that video would affect her more than me. It is how society is wired and I am helpless to do anything about that, as badly as I would want to. I can envision the fallout if that video makes its way out into the world. The repercussions that would be heaped mostly on her. It wouldn't be fair and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it then. No matter the damage control my firm does in the aftermath, Amelia's name would be forever tarnished. A sex tape is not something the world forgets so easily, they would never forgive her for it. Especially not if it involved two people who were considered taboo for eachother.
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