ACEIA'S POVHudson didn't personally pick me up from the site earlier; instead, he arranged for someone to fetch me. The man who arrived explained that he was Hudson's on-call driver, ready to drive only when necessary, despite being compensated for the entire month.When Hudson finally returned home late, I was already lying down, feigning sleep. As he entered the room, I kept my eyes closed until he settled beside me. The subtle scent of alcohol lingered in the air, revealing his night's activities.I had suspected he went to the bar, having exchanged texts with my cousin Clent earlier, who mentioned being at the bar with Hudson. The thought of him potentially being entangled with another woman sparked intense annoyance, causing my chest to tighten.Hudson, lifting the comforter, nestled into my body with my back against his, and I could sense he was unclothed. Wrapping an arm around me, he remarked, "You're fully clothed," expressing surprise as he noticed my sweatshirt and silk sho
ACEIA'S POVStress had been too much for either Hudson or me, and we decided right away that we needed a vacation. This vacation not only looked like a great way to unwind, but it also gave me a priceless chance to reflect.The following morning, as the dawn broke through the curtains, I grabbed for Hudson and found nothing but empty space next to me. Relentlessly, I got out of bed and faced the new day's routine. The sound of the shower invited, and I quickly got ready to wash away the last bits of worry that were clinging to my exhausted body.With all that steam around me in the shower, my thoughts started to stray. I could still feel the first thrill of our scheduled actions flashing across my mind. But then a twinge of disappointment struck when Hudson's sudden disappearance to take a call came back to mind. The unpredictability of everyday life was interfering with the anticipation of what was intended to happen.After coming out of the bathroom, I immediately got dressed. I wore
ACEIA'S POVOne of Alford's hands reached down and slipped it into his shorts. Alford let out a deep groan when he felt her wet womanhood."I'll take you here.""W-what?""Oh!" I bit down on my lower lip when his finger zeroed in on my clitoral area, sending an electric current through my body."Hudson, someone might see us here.""No one can enter. I lock the door,” Hudson said, whispering to my ears that it adds heat to my body.Oh, God! Yes! But I felt nervous that someone might see it. The feel of his finger as he rubbed my nub made my body feel like it was on fire. I could feel his hardness against my buttock, and I ached for his c--ck. His touch felt like torture."Word, wifey.""Aah! Yes!" I gasped as he pushed his digit inside of my slick core."Yes, what?" Hudson asked as he kissed the nape of my neck and slowly slid his finger in and out of my womanhood.I reached for his d--ck behind her and palmed it through his boxer short."Oh!" He breathed out, sinking his teeth against
ACEIA'S POV"Let me capture a picture of you, so now give me a pose," I said with a menacing smile.As his initial smile faded and he promptly shook his head, a subtle understanding passed between us—I could sense that taking pictures wasn't his forte. He seemed to embody a certain humility, a reluctance to bask in the limelight of vanity. Even on his phone, images showcasing his face were a rarity, outnumbered by the abundance of pure landscapes and scenery."Oh, why resist, Hudson? My camera loves capturing the elusive side of you," I playfully teased, trying to coax him into the impromptu photoshoot."I'm fine with no pictures, Ace. Let's just enjoy the scenery now that we're done taking your pictures."Despite his protest, I couldn't resist the allure of freezing moments in time. As he spoke, I continued to click away on my cell phone, each snapshot capturing a fraction of the essence that made him uniquely Hudson. He attempted to stop me, futilely covering the camera, but I manage
ACEIA'S POVWhen the next day finally arrived, we were looking forward to a full day of diving activities. A full day of thrilling activities, including undersea exploration, was promised by the schedule. The chef and butler were there for us when we stepped onto the yacht, ready to serve us. The ship transformed breakfast and lunch into luxurious activities that set the stage for an extravagant day.For dinner, we opted for simplicity, choosing to dine at the nearest restaurant on the idyllic island."What do you want to eat?" Hudson's inquiry jolted me from my senses, his voice a gentle wake-up call to the present moment.With a smile, I replied, "It's up to you. Surprise me.""Alright." Hudson perused the menu, his thoughtful gaze eventually lifting to signal the waiter.As I listened to the exchange between Hudson and the waiter, a curious realization dawned – each item he ordered seamlessly complemented my favorite dishes. It was a subtle acknowledgment of the nuances that few peo
ACEIA'S POVHudson's gaze collided with mine, and the unfolding realization etched across his face hinted at the tangible waves of anger emanating from me. Internally seething, I found myself incredulous at his audacity to engage with another woman in my absence. Though devoid of romantic sentiments, there existed an unspoken understanding—a boundary of respect that I had expected not to be transgressed."Of course, we can extend our stay here if that's your preference, but..." Hudson's attempt to offer an explanation faltered under the intensity of my glare.Maintaining a polite smile, I interjected, "But? So, you're not interested in spending more time with me? I'm not prone to violence, but I can certainly be menacing."As Hudson visibly gulped, his eyes darted nervously between me and Vinice, who stood as an unwitting spectator to this unfolding drama. "Sorry, I'm busy. Perhaps some other time," he stammered, attempting to salvage the conversation."Maybe never?" I turned my sweet
ACEIA’S POVI gazed into Hudson's eyes, grappling with the realization that his heart might still be entwined with the woman he met 16 years ago. "The woman he met 16 years ago? So, she's the only one who has held his heart all this time? Then why did she agree to marry me? Does that mean she doesn't reciprocate his feelings?" My mind buzzed with questions, anxiety gripping me as I navigated the tumultuous sea of emotions.Desperation seeped into my voice as I mustered the courage to inquire further. "Does that woman not feel the same way about him?" My words hung in the air, aching with the uncertainty that clouded my newfound reality. I turned to Hudson, struggling to conceal the insecurity clawing at my insides.His eyes, once a refuge, now seemed to harbor secrets. I ventured to probe deeper, my voice faltering with each word. "Is she the reason you carry a piece of the past with you every day?" I felt a pang of vulnerability, my heart exposed to the possibility that I might be a m
ACEIA'S POVAfter a blissful two weeks of vacation, we found ourselves back in New York because of Hudson's mounting responsibilities. Surprisingly, the international escapade had provided an unexpected buffer, allowing me the space to adapt to my surroundings in ways I hadn't anticipated.As the first rays of morning painted the sky, I awoke at 6 AM, only to discover an empty space beside me—a telltale sign that Hudson had risen earlier and vanished into the tasks that awaited him.The notion to explore his walk-in closet struck me—a spontaneous decision that led to me donning Hudson's polo long sleeve without a second thought. The fabric enveloped me, carrying a sense of familiarity that transcended mere clothing.The enticing aroma of breakfast beckoned, pulling me toward the kitchen. The living room remained deserted, so I navigated my way to where the source of the delicious scent emanated. A subtle curiosity lingered—could Hudson, in fact, cook?"Morning!" Hudson greeted me as I
HUDSON'S POVIt began when my parents decided I should attend a math camp, assuring me it would be a joyful experience while they were away. Little did they know that it would become the catalyst for a traumatic event, pushing my life to the edge of death.As Sunday afternoon descended, we meticulously packed our belongings, getting ready to head home. The facilitator signaled the end, prompting us to board the bus. The journey commenced serenely, and I immersed myself in a book, oblivious to the impending disruption.Suddenly, the bus screeched to a halt, shattering the tranquility. My eyes darted outside, revealing an eerie silence only disturbed by the entrance of an armed stranger.Chaos erupted as the man discharged his weapon, sending children into fits of panic. Fear gripped me too, yet I chose to remain silent.Soon, we found ourselves at the mercy of these assailants. Tears flowed from frightened children yearning to return home. Amid the gunfire, a rescue mission unfolded, c
ACEIA'S POVWith all that had happened, I felt like I needed to find closure because of the overwhelming weight that was on my shoulders. I understood that knowing the truth was essential if I was going to embrace a happy future.After receiving confirmation that my daughter was safe, I set off to visit my parents. There were secrets hanging in the air, and it was time to face the ghosts of the past. As I walked up to the door, the air crackled with expectation, and I felt a mixture of resolution and nervousness in my veins.As I sat across from my father, a guy with many life experiences and unspoken stories, I forced myself to go deeper into our family's past. It was as though the walls were listening closely to everything I said, and the weight of unspoken truths echoed throughout the room.For an instant, my father wavered, a trace of regret visible in his eyes. Subsequently, he started to reveal a story of love and sorrow in a voice that carried the weight of decades. He added, "M
ACEIA'S POVHudson and I ran across the sterile hallway, our footsteps hitting the chilly hospital walls like cries for help. The fluorescent lights pulsed harshly overhead, creating eerie shadows that reflected the turmoil in our hearts. Seated on the emergency bed, our daughter was a delicate figure among the difficult chaos of life-threatening medical situations.My vision became blurry as we approached the surgical room. Hudson, who was equally upset, desperately tried to hold onto our hand to help steady ourselves in the emotional storm. The sobs of a pained mother resonated with the far-off wails of sirens outside.The door to the operating room flew open, showing a surgeon whose face reflected the seriousness of the situation. As I talked, my voice quivered, and the words came out of my mouth like thin whispers in the storm.My eyes gleamed with worry as I asked, "Is she... is she going to be okay?" but the surgeon's grave expression offered no instant comfort.The surgeon gave
ACEIA'S POVWhen the man finally tore my top off, I forced myself to get away from him, even though it was difficult to do. I scooted away, trying to get away, but my legs were yanked back with force.Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I looked at Alison, who was still crying. "No, please. Don't do this," I begged.Marthina spoke, casually playing with the gun in her hand while still sitting in front of me, interrupting the terrifying image. "You know, when I was young..."Captivated by her words, I turned to face her. She related the heartbreaking story of how my father abandoned them when she was a young girl, leaving her mother hopeless. She stated, "I never had a happy childhood because your father took that away from me. When he left, my mother fell into madness, unable to care for me. I had to work to survive," before suddenly pressing the trigger, deafening Alison with her cry.I tried again, desperate to get out of the man's grasp, but I was quite conscious that all that was
ACEIA'S POVMy head was hammering when I woke up, like a relentless hammer, causing unbearable pain. The agony in my brain was getting closer to breaking, so I tried to get up and looked around as it did.Alison and I ended up sitting on the ground, tied, and surrounded by rusting, run-down cars in an abandoned car factory.I had no idea where we were.I had flashbacks to Alison, and I went for ice cream, but they were cut short as Marthina barged in holding a gun.After being made to sign a document and given a numbing agent, our bodies passed out. As we awoke, the terrible truth of our imprisonment became apparent.There was one thing we knew for sure: Marthina had planned our kidnapping. Her intentions were still unclear, but she acted with malice in her eyes.Turning to the sound of Alison’s soft sobs, I took a deep breath to compose myself, resisting the urge to succumb to fear.The uncertainty of impending help gnawed at me. All I could hope for was that Hudson was actively searc
ACEIA'S POVIt had been a full week since the intenseencounter with Marthina. I didn't talk to my father after that. I purposefully chose to keep this distance because I needed time to gather my thoughts and reflect before bringing up the hard topic. Even though I really should be talking to my dad and making sure Marthina and Alexander are telling the truth, I take comfort in these quiet times, letting my ideas settle before facing the storm that is coming.This self-imposed break from face-to-face interaction is making my internal turmoil even more confusing. My logical mind begs me to speak with my father immediately in order to get clarification and closure. It is full of longing for pure clarity, wanting to remove any doubt from Marthina's charges and Alexander's remarks. However, the soft murmurs of my heart beg me to take my time, to temper the urgency with a measured resolution, so that feelings don't overshadow any revelations that may come to light.There is a constant feeli
ACEIA'S POVMy mind was jumbled with doubts as I looked at the man in front of us. His manner was sincere, yet there was a persistent suspicion that persisted in the back of my mind. Was he trustworthy? Are we to believe all he said? My eyes studied his facial expressions, searching for any hints while she considered these questions.I questioned whether there was a process for figuring out what defines authenticity or a guide that explained how to deal with the complexities of trust. As the silence lingered between them, I thought about the importance of every word that was said. Was there a clue in his eyes—a slight change in the way he held himself—that would expose the truth?As I kept talking to myself, I fought with the problem of making choices based solely on beliefs. What actions should I take to make sure I'm not misled if I decide to trust? I felt the weight of the situation pressing down on me, forcing me to choose between being sincere and lying. I realized that the way fo
ACEIA'S POV I woke up to a fairly normal workday with very little on my schedule. Driven by the need to give priority to the things that really mattered, I made an unusual decision. Choosing to stay at home, I made the most of my unexpected free day by spending it with my kid. As we explored the simple pleasures of reading aloud, making cookies, and playing games,Following our different adventures, Alison fell into sleepiness and went to bed. Driven, it seemed, by an ongoing restlessness, I sat in the soft light of my laptop, expecting to lose myself in the routine work of checking files.A distant memory emerged as the room filled with the quiet hum of the laptop: a USB card placed in my bags. After getting it back, I started looking for files in its small memory. But somewhere among the things in my bag, I found a strange calling card—something to remember from the mysterious stranger who had passed me by the day before.The card was silently inviting me to inquire as it settled in
ACEIA'S POVI used to have so much wonderful family time, but the burden of running the family business left me exhausted, and my daughter Alison would sulk even on the weekends. I was determined to stop this cycle, so I made the decision to finish work early today and give my scheduled time for bonding with her and Hudson top priority.“Ma’am, you have a board meeting in 30 minutes, followed by a lunch meeting with Mr. Perales. I've arranged a restaurant reservation for that,” my secretary informed me, her voice cutting through the endless stack of reports I was sifting through."Okay, just let me know when it's time for lunch," I replied, my focus still immersed in the sea of paperwork that demanded my attention.While I was signing documents, my secretary gently reminded me that the board members were still waiting. He nodded, and I got up, gathered up my coat, and made my way to the boardroom, wondering aloud if Marthina, who had always been concerned about the company, would be am