"He is sure?" This question, coming from Aaron, actually surprises me."All the certainty in the world" I guarantee.Aaron pulls me onto his lap and his hands rest on my ass as we find ourselves again in an intense kiss.He goes down and runs his nose along the length of my neck, then places a tender kiss on the spot. All the blood in my body ignites and I see my inner goddess more than connected. Aaron trails his kisses down my lap, until he reaches my breasts. I grab his hair and pull him against me. His hot breath hitting my skin wreaks havoc on my self control.I move my hips in slow circles over his considerably large erection. Aaron lets out a muffled moan above me."Elena" my name is a prayer on your lips. Completely dominated by repressed desire, I move my hands down until I find the edge of my pajamas. His hands squeeze my ass tighter as I try to lower the fabric.We remained staring at each other for a few minutes. I rest my forehead against his when I finally pull down his
"It's okay" He whispered to reassure his daughter, gently rocking the baby in his arms.The girl had an inexplicable connection with her father. Every time he heard the man's voice, he stopped crying, and had been doing so since he was born. In some cases, she even attempted a smile, which always made Aaron melt.A few minutes after changing his daughter's diaper, Aaron was sitting on the armchair next to her crib. He told a story to get the girl to go back to sleep."The princess was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, and she had never found a prince to marry..." he told her in a low voice while she looked at him with large blue halos. "The princes tried hard to get her attention, but she didn't want them" Aaron paused briefly to observe his daughter's expression, who was welcomed into her father's arms. "There was also a... a toad. Yes, a toad" he tested the term on his lips.While Aaron was presenting a story to his daughter, Elena was in the doorway, leaning against the doorf
"Oh yeah! Keep it up, baby.""You like this way?"Turning off the surveillance camera that captured yet another intimate encounter between Damon and someone else, Elena fought back the urge to vomit. She no longer cried. The time when she knew about Damon's betrayals and cried was gone. Now, she just felt disgusted. It was as if that man, her husband, became more and more repulsive.Elena sat at the desk and opened her laptop. She was a brilliant mind and loved to develop technological projects. It was a pity that her work never materialized. She was a faithful and dedicated wife. All that truly mattered was to satisfy her husband's whims. But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel stupid and naive.What good was it to be a good wife if Damon was unfaithful?That was her husband, Damon Donovan. They had been married for three years but he never once touched her. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.A knock resounded through the door, its ominous
Elena dragged her sore body as she walked slowly back home. She had gotten out of the taxi two blocks away and taken a short walk to the mansion, so as not to raise suspicions. The man at the brothel wasn't satisfied with just doing it once. They had tried a few more times, and by the time they finished, it was almost dawn. The prostitute had fallen asleep, and Elena left some bills for him.At least the revenge was accomplished: she was no longer entirely devoted to Damon. She was just as unfaithful and dirty as he was.As soon as she opened the front door, she saw Laura stomping towards her. "Oh you still know how to come back? You are the daughter-in-law of the Donovan family, and yet you went out all night. Tell me, where did you go?"Elena was tired so she ignored her.Laura grabbed Elena's clothes. "How daring of you to act so rudely to me? Did you forget how your family begged our Damon to marry you?"Elena snorted coldly and pushed Laura away. "They begged you, not me, so you
The Donovan Residence stood silent and imposing as Elena RoseFord returned to it in the late hours of the night. The weight of exhaustion settled upon her shoulders, but she mustered the strength to continue forward.As she made her way through the dimly lit hallway, the soft glow of the living room spilled into her path. A mixture of trepidation and curiosity tugged at her, urging her to glance inside. And there, at the scene that unfolded before her, a wave of tension hung heavy in the air.Her husband, Damon Donovan, sat at the dining table, sharing a meal with her mother-in-law, Laura. Their presence cast a pall over the room, the atmosphere charged with unspoken animosity. Laura's gaze pierced through Elena, her eyes filled with disdain. With a resounding clatter, she threw her spoon onto the table, the clinking of metal against wood echoing. "I do not want to eat anymore!" she declared. "My appetite is ruined."Elena felt the weight of Laura's words settle upon her like an invi
Outside the grand Granger Family's mansion, Elena RoseFord stood motionless, her body as stiff as ice. Her gaze remained fixed upon the ground, her expression vacant and distant. She was adorned in a vibrant red shoulder-length dress, its hue a stark contrast against her pale, fair skin. The fabric clung delicately to her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and highlighting her grace. In her carefully chosen ensemble, she appeared akin to a fragile red rose.Though her exterior seemed serene, beneath the surface, her emotions swirled, a tempest of thoughts and feelings she struggled to contain.Damon Donovan nodded in satisfaction and warned her in a low voice, "This is a big event we're going to. You would better behave well and do not make any trouble. Otherwise, there will be consequences."After forcefully grabbing Elena's arm, Damon led her through the imposing entrance of the Granger family's mansion. The weight of his touch lingered on her skin, an unwelcome reminder of hi
The man was emitting a dangerous aura, sending shivers through Elena RoseFord's body. His presence commanded attention, exuding an irresistible blend of mystery and allure. Every fiber of Elena's being recognized the danger that emanated from this enigmatic stranger. His mere presence sent tremors of both fear and excitement coursing through her veins. It was as if his very essence carried a warning, a silent reminder of the unpredictable path that lay ahead.The intensity of his gaze, piercing and filled with untamed desire, stirred a potent mixture of apprehension and longing within Elena. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. As his eyes locked onto hers, Elena found herself transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away. The weight of his dangerous aura sent shivers down her spine, awakening a dormant hunger within her."Let go of me!""You are asking me to let go of you? Were not you the one who took the initiative that night?" Aaron
Startled, she quickly wiped away the remnants of her tears, determined to hide any trace of vulnerability. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and approached her husband."I apologize for the delay," Elena responded, her voice steady despite the emotions that swirled within her. "I just needed a moment to gather myself. I am feeling a little uncomfortable. I want to go back first.""What?" Damon was upset by her comment. "I told you the reason we are here. Tonight is a big event! I have yet to meet the rest of the important clients. You are not allowed to leave!"Elena's heart sank, a mix of disappointment and frustration welling up within her. She had hoped for understanding, for a shred of empathy from her husband. But it seemed that his own ambitions overshadowed any concern for her well-being.Elena RoseFord shifted uncomfortably. She really did not want to stay even a minute longer. Elena mustered her courage. She muttered under her breath. "I understand the significance
"It's okay" He whispered to reassure his daughter, gently rocking the baby in his arms.The girl had an inexplicable connection with her father. Every time he heard the man's voice, he stopped crying, and had been doing so since he was born. In some cases, she even attempted a smile, which always made Aaron melt.A few minutes after changing his daughter's diaper, Aaron was sitting on the armchair next to her crib. He told a story to get the girl to go back to sleep."The princess was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, and she had never found a prince to marry..." he told her in a low voice while she looked at him with large blue halos. "The princes tried hard to get her attention, but she didn't want them" Aaron paused briefly to observe his daughter's expression, who was welcomed into her father's arms. "There was also a... a toad. Yes, a toad" he tested the term on his lips.While Aaron was presenting a story to his daughter, Elena was in the doorway, leaning against the doorf
"He is sure?" This question, coming from Aaron, actually surprises me."All the certainty in the world" I guarantee.Aaron pulls me onto his lap and his hands rest on my ass as we find ourselves again in an intense kiss.He goes down and runs his nose along the length of my neck, then places a tender kiss on the spot. All the blood in my body ignites and I see my inner goddess more than connected. Aaron trails his kisses down my lap, until he reaches my breasts. I grab his hair and pull him against me. His hot breath hitting my skin wreaks havoc on my self control.I move my hips in slow circles over his considerably large erection. Aaron lets out a muffled moan above me."Elena" my name is a prayer on your lips. Completely dominated by repressed desire, I move my hands down until I find the edge of my pajamas. His hands squeeze my ass tighter as I try to lower the fabric.We remained staring at each other for a few minutes. I rest my forehead against his when I finally pull down his
"Good morning" I respond with a smile.I do not know how to deal with this phase of ours. It feels strange to go back to the way we were, and it also feels wrong to walk away.I get up, even though I want to spend the rest of the day in bed, and walk to the living room.Aaron is sitting on the floor on the shag rug while typing something on his Mac. He appears to be very focused despite the casual setting and sweatpants."Hi" greeting.He stops for a moment and takes me in completely, letting his eyes roam from my feet to my eyes. "Did you sleep well?" It's your first concern."I tried" I shrug. I approach him slowly, not wanting to force our shaken intimacy."Hungry?" He asks. I think the last reasonably acceptable food I ate was yesterday's lunch, still at home."A lot" I answer sincerely. I sit on the sofa, very close to him."I didn't order breakfast before because I thought I would wake up late" he smiles sideways, a little embarrassed. I could say it's almost cute to see him lik
"Elena" Aaron calls. He lifts my chin with his fingertips, analyzing every detail of my face. We both know our situation as a couple, but this moment seems beyond normal. Looking at him after thinking I would be killed is like balm for my scars."I've had all the shit I could handle for one day and now I am in a hospital. When I stop and think about everything that happened, I feel so confused. I just need to rest and maybe forget… everything" I mutter quietly, letting it out.I let the tears flow down my eyes. It's a very heavy load that I've borne alone since I woke up today. I tried to be strong and push through, but with him here, I want to share. I want to forget everything, I feel ready for that.He closes his eyes, as if my pain consumes him."I am sorry" he asks in a whisper. I shake my head positively, several times. "It was my fault, the fault of the enemies I made. You shouldn't be here. I failed to protect you." Aaron says without looking me in the eye.I look for his face
I stagger to my feet, moving away from him. I still think about running, but I wouldn't be faster running than him running. Damon tries to grab my arm once again, but I quickly move away from his touch."Your death won't be quick, I want to savor it" he says. "Don't be useless, Kisha" Damon now addresses the woman who is still on the ground.She looks at him with a bad expression, one of pure hatred and remorse. Kisha gets up and picks up the revolver she dropped on the floor."Build a fire, I need closure for this bitch” he mutters and turns his gaze to me. My stomach turns with the disgust I feel hearing him quote me like that."Stay away from me, you disgusting thing” I whisper.He leans down and grabs the lapels of my coat. My face is close to yours and I can feel your hot alcoholic breath hit my cheek.I turn my face to the side, avoiding his gaze."Look at me, RoseFord" he asks in a firm voice. I do not look at him and, in response, he pulls my coat tighter, bringing my body clo
Perhaps Damon Donovan's death was God's mercy, for if I had laid hands on him, I would have torn him apart, just like Kisha. Any insult seems little to such a son of a bitch.It doesn't take a genius to know that, after Damon's death and Elena's disappearance, Kisha is involved.I open the door and go out, I need air. Breathing is difficult knowing that I do not have my wife with me, that's why I say I prefer her to oxygen, I need her more.I walk back and forth on the sidewalk. When will this hell end? When will I hold my son in my arms and look at my beautiful wife at the same time, without worrying about some maniac after my happiness?I feel the cell phone vibrate again. I answer before I even look at the caller ID."Granger" I say between nervousness and impatience."Aaron" his sweet voice fills my ears.It's her.For a moment, I think it's a hallucination. Am I really hearing your voice? A tired, low and unwelcoming tone, but it's her voice."Elena" I call in a whisper. I hear t
AARON’ POVIn my office."Sir" Welch greets, asking for the floor. With a gesture of my hand, I ask him to continue. I am in my alert mode, any information that gives me the slightest hope is valid. "We still do not have concrete information. All we can do is wait"I walk to the edge of the table and lean over it, spreading my hands across the wood. When Damon Donovan manages to get to Elena all they ask me is to calm down?"Everything that could be done was done, sir. She left her cell phone at EP and we traced her last call, it was to Anastasia" Welch murmurs."And what can be done from this?" I ask. They look at each other for a second and I get my answer in the silence; anything. "Where is the son of a bitch?" I ask, to no one in specific.Wait… wait… to hell with waiting! How the fuck can I sit around and wait for news?"Tracking Damon Donovan's cell phone turned up nothing" Welch mutters. He is sitting in a chair in front of my desk. "But…" he pauses for a second, as if he's get
"You are lying!" I turn to him with all the conviction in the world to defend my friend. I walk a few steps towards him in a moment of shock. This bastard has to be lying. Anastasia would never do that to me… would she? "She’s not like you” I assure you."Ana, please come in" is all he says, sporting a horrifying smile.And then I watch the world fall at my feet as the door is unlocked and opened. Anastasia enters the office as if she were another person, someone completely unknown to me. His posture is low, his gaze is calm, his clothes are not very elaborate and his expression is dead."That look of yours is killing me, darling. No need to feel so bad, I am sure your pathetic marital problems were the height of Anastasia's days.""You son of a bitch! How could you do this to me?" I ask."He didn't do anything that you didn't allow, Elena. But I didn't come here to bring you another family problem, but a solution""Fuck you, Damon. Everything you've done has destabilized me enough. I
The comfortable fabric makes me live in a utopia for a few seconds, until I hear the sound of the doorknob being turned. Flashbacks run through my mind and my first concern is the dot.I position myself sitting, crossing my legs. I turn on the bedside lamp and wait until Aaron enters."Hi” he murmurs. I do not answer, because what I want to say goes far beyond two letters. "It’s okay with you…you two” his tone is low and almost melodic. Aaron walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of the mattress, relatively far away from me."What happened?" Whisper."You fainted and had a bleed, you need to do some tests to get a certain result, but the obstetrician believes that this has to do with everything that has been happening in your life"Your low posture says a lot about your mood. Aaron is extremely tired; sold off."You mean… all the shit I’ve been through” I correct."Elena, please""No, Aaron. Don't ask me please, do not ask me to calm down, do not ask me for time, do not ask me fo