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