Suzanne pov:My fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of Dominic’s shirt as I stared at the screen. The video feed was shaky, the camera moving as Dominic’s team moved swiftly through the abandoned warehouse, their boots echoing off the concrete floor.The space was mostly empty—except for the chilling proof that Kai had been there.Ford crouched near a pile of discarded ropes, picking up a small piece of fabric. His stomach twisted as he held it up. A familiar cartoon pattern stretched across the material, slightly torn at the edges.“Boss,” he called, his voice grim. “We got something.”One of the agents stepped forward, holding a small blue race car in his gloved hand. “This is his, right?”Then I saw it.Kai’s hoodie—his favourite one, the navy blue one with the small rip near the sleeve. It lay discarded near a rusted metal chair, the sight of it made my stomach twist painfully.“Oh my God,” I breathed, covering my mouth with trembling hands.Dominic’s arm tightened around
Ford’s pov:“Tavon’s making a move.”The words sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I watched the live drone feed on my dashboard screen. The black SUV ahead of us swerved between cars, tyres screeching against the asphalt.“He knows we’re onto him,” Jones muttered beside me, already reaching for his radio.“Shit—he’s running,” I growled. “All units, lock onto him. Do not let him out of sight.”The radio crackled with confirmations from the rest of the team. Tavon had been cautious until now, always staying just ahead of us. But the second we tracked his car, he panicked. That was all the confirmation we needed—he had something to hide.I slammed my foot on the gas. Our SUV shot forward, weaving through traffic.“He’s heading south,” an agent reported. “Looks like he’s trying to get out of the city.”“Block every possible exit,” I ordered. “Trap him.”The chase picked up speed. Tavon’s SUV made a sharp right, barely missing a truck.
Suzanne’s pov:The private jet sliced through the sky, but all I could hear was the echo of Kai’s voice from the video call. ‘Mommy?’His small, tired voice had cracked something inside me.My hands were still shaking, my body wound so tightly that no amount of deep breaths could steady me.I turned my gaze to the window, watching the ocean shrink beneath us.The private island that had once seemed like a secluded paradise now felt like a prison I was desperate to escape.Dominic sat beside me, his jaw clenched, his hands forming fists on his lap.He hadn’t spoken much since we boarded, but I could feel the storm raging inside him. His fury was a living, breathing thing, suffocating the space around us.“They let him go,” he muttered suddenly, his voice low and lethal.I turned to him, my heart pounding. “What?”“Tavon. He got away.” His fingers flexed as if he were imagining them around Tavon’s throat. “Ford’s men lost him in the chase.”A sharp breath left my lungs. I didn’t know if
Suzanne's pov:The moment we stepped into the house, something felt off.I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe it was just the exhaustion weighing me down like a heavy cloak, or maybe it was the fact that everything felt… different.The space was familiar, yet something inside me had shifted.I told myself it was just the stress of the past few days—the trip, Kai’s kidnapping, the overwhelming surge of emotions that had come with losing him, then getting him back.My body was still adjusting, still coming down from the adrenaline that had kept me moving.But even as I tried to rationalize it, I couldn’t shake the feeling.I inhaled deeply, hoping the scent of home would ground me. The familiar blend of fresh linen and Dominic’s subtle cologne lingered in the air, but instead of comforting me, it made my stomach churn.I pressed a hand to my temple.Maybe I just needed sleep.Dominic was already moving through the house, his phone to his ear, his voice sharp as he gave out security instruc
Suzanne’s pov:The first thing I heard was the steady beeping of a machine, each sound pulling me back into consciousness.My body felt heavy, like I had been submerged underwater for hours.My eyelids fluttered open, and a bright white ceiling came into view. The scent of antiseptic filled my nose, making my stomach churn.Where… was I?Then, I heard a voice—deep, commanding, but layered with something unusual. Worry.“What happened? Tell me exactly what’s going on.” I asked politelyDominic.I turned my head slightly, and there he was, standing a few feet away from my bed, his suit jacket tossed onto a chair, his tie loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. He looked… restless.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry. Swallowing, I blinked at him, confusion clouding my thoughts.“You scared the hell out of me,” Dominic muttered, moving closer, his hand slipping into mine. His grip was firm, grounding me, but I could feel the tension vibrating through his body.“What… happened?” My voice
Tavon’s pov:My phone buzzed on the table, the sound pulling me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, seeing an unknown number flash across the screen. Without hesitation, I answered. “What?”The voice on the other end was quick, urgent. “I’ve got news. Suzanne’s pregnant. The child... It’s Dominic’s.”My breath hitched in my chest. Pregnant. Suzanne. Dominic’s child. I let the words sink in, feeling the weight of them. This was huge. This was the kind of thing that could shake their whole world.I clenched my jaw. Suzanne—carrying Dominic’s child? The thought sparked a flame of rage within me. I’d been aware of their perfect little family, but this... this crossed a line. I hadn’t even been given a chance to react to their reunion before this new twist. The idea that Dominic, of all people, would have a child with Suzanne—my Suzanne—it stung.The voice on the other end cut through my spiralling thoughts. “I thought you’d want to know.”“Yeah,” I muttered, before hanging up, still re
Dominic’s pov:I stood at the front door, my phone pressed tightly against my ear, trying to remain composed as my legal team assured me they were on it. The world was spinning in ways I couldn’t control. The lies about Suzanne’s pregnancy—about my child—spreading like wildfire on social media made my blood boil. I knew I had to act quickly, decisively, before things got out of hand."Get the lawyers on this immediately," I ordered, my voice low and clipped. "I want the post removed, and I want whoever is behind this to be held accountable. If they don’t take it down within the next hour, I’ll file a lawsuit for defamation."I could hear the urgency in their voices, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. I couldn’t believe Tavon, of all people, was pulling this stunt. He was trying to destroy everything Suzanne and I had fought for."Understood, Mr. Khan. We’ll handle it," they responded.I ended the call and let the phone slip from my hand, falling into a dead sil
Dominic’s pov:The weight of the situation hung over us like a thick cloud, oppressive and suffocating. I sat at the kitchen island, the laptop open in front of me, ready to craft the strongest public statement I could. The kind that would make Tavon regret ever stirring the pot. But as I glanced over at Suzanne, sitting quietly on the couch, I knew it wasn’t the right move.She had been through enough. The last thing I wanted to do was add more fuel to the fire, and a public statement—no matter how well-crafted—felt like it would just make things worse.Stella and Desmond had been quiet for the most part. I could see the worry etched on their faces, the strain of the whole situation reflected in their eyes. But Suzanne’s silence was the loudest of all. She hadn’t spoken much since Tavon’s post went viral. The betrayal was too raw, too fresh.I closed my laptop, pushing it aside. It felt like an unnecessary tool at this moment. What we needed now wasn’t a press release or a legal b
As the title implies, Hot sex in the early morning. Don't read if you can't handle it.Dominic’s pov: From the look in her eye, I could see she had no patience, so I decided to give her what she wanted. But not without having fun first. My hands found their way in between her thighs, and I could feel the drip between her thighs. I shot her a look, Surprised at how wet she was. And I had not started anything yet. Her face turned red with embarrassment, I smiled and maintained eye contact, I removed my hand and tasted her sweet sweet juice. I closed my eyes as the sensation hit me like a wave. It tasted better than my mom's cooking, so clean and fresh. When I looked at her, her cheeks were red. I still saw that hungry look in her eye, “You’re so wet” I said in a seductive voice. Ignoring her pleading eyes I kissed and nibbled her neck till it left a mark. I turned her to her stomach and zipped her dress down, and then I saw it, Urghhhh she was wearing a matching paint and bra in
Suzanne’s pov:The tension between us had been unbearable. The scandal, the doubts, the stress—it was all suffocating. But as I stood in our bedroom, watching Dominic, I realized something. I didn’t want distance. I didn’t want silence. I wanted him.Dominic sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together, his expression unreadable. His mind was elsewhere, likely caught up in the chaos Tavon had caused. The weight of everything rested on his shoulders, and for the first time, I saw exhaustion in his eyes.But tonight, I wasn’t going to let that exhaustion win. I needed him—desperately. And I needed him to know that despite everything, I was his.I stepped forward, standing between his legs. He blinked up at me, caught off guard, as I reached for the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, I undid the first one. Then the second.His hands shot up, covering mine. “Suzanne—”“Shh,” I whispered, brushing his hands away. “Let me.”His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, watching me with th
Dominic’s pov:The weight of the situation hung over us like a thick cloud, oppressive and suffocating. I sat at the kitchen island, the laptop open in front of me, ready to craft the strongest public statement I could. The kind that would make Tavon regret ever stirring the pot. But as I glanced over at Suzanne, sitting quietly on the couch, I knew it wasn’t the right move.She had been through enough. The last thing I wanted to do was add more fuel to the fire, and a public statement—no matter how well-crafted—felt like it would just make things worse.Stella and Desmond had been quiet for the most part. I could see the worry etched on their faces, the strain of the whole situation reflected in their eyes. But Suzanne’s silence was the loudest of all. She hadn’t spoken much since Tavon’s post went viral. The betrayal was too raw, too fresh.I closed my laptop, pushing it aside. It felt like an unnecessary tool at this moment. What we needed now wasn’t a press release or a legal b
Dominic’s pov:I stood at the front door, my phone pressed tightly against my ear, trying to remain composed as my legal team assured me they were on it. The world was spinning in ways I couldn’t control. The lies about Suzanne’s pregnancy—about my child—spreading like wildfire on social media made my blood boil. I knew I had to act quickly, decisively, before things got out of hand."Get the lawyers on this immediately," I ordered, my voice low and clipped. "I want the post removed, and I want whoever is behind this to be held accountable. If they don’t take it down within the next hour, I’ll file a lawsuit for defamation."I could hear the urgency in their voices, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. I couldn’t believe Tavon, of all people, was pulling this stunt. He was trying to destroy everything Suzanne and I had fought for."Understood, Mr. Khan. We’ll handle it," they responded.I ended the call and let the phone slip from my hand, falling into a dead sil
Tavon’s pov:My phone buzzed on the table, the sound pulling me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, seeing an unknown number flash across the screen. Without hesitation, I answered. “What?”The voice on the other end was quick, urgent. “I’ve got news. Suzanne’s pregnant. The child... It’s Dominic’s.”My breath hitched in my chest. Pregnant. Suzanne. Dominic’s child. I let the words sink in, feeling the weight of them. This was huge. This was the kind of thing that could shake their whole world.I clenched my jaw. Suzanne—carrying Dominic’s child? The thought sparked a flame of rage within me. I’d been aware of their perfect little family, but this... this crossed a line. I hadn’t even been given a chance to react to their reunion before this new twist. The idea that Dominic, of all people, would have a child with Suzanne—my Suzanne—it stung.The voice on the other end cut through my spiralling thoughts. “I thought you’d want to know.”“Yeah,” I muttered, before hanging up, still re
Suzanne’s pov:The first thing I heard was the steady beeping of a machine, each sound pulling me back into consciousness.My body felt heavy, like I had been submerged underwater for hours.My eyelids fluttered open, and a bright white ceiling came into view. The scent of antiseptic filled my nose, making my stomach churn.Where… was I?Then, I heard a voice—deep, commanding, but layered with something unusual. Worry.“What happened? Tell me exactly what’s going on.” I asked politelyDominic.I turned my head slightly, and there he was, standing a few feet away from my bed, his suit jacket tossed onto a chair, his tie loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. He looked… restless.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry. Swallowing, I blinked at him, confusion clouding my thoughts.“You scared the hell out of me,” Dominic muttered, moving closer, his hand slipping into mine. His grip was firm, grounding me, but I could feel the tension vibrating through his body.“What… happened?” My voice
Suzanne's pov:The moment we stepped into the house, something felt off.I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe it was just the exhaustion weighing me down like a heavy cloak, or maybe it was the fact that everything felt… different.The space was familiar, yet something inside me had shifted.I told myself it was just the stress of the past few days—the trip, Kai’s kidnapping, the overwhelming surge of emotions that had come with losing him, then getting him back.My body was still adjusting, still coming down from the adrenaline that had kept me moving.But even as I tried to rationalize it, I couldn’t shake the feeling.I inhaled deeply, hoping the scent of home would ground me. The familiar blend of fresh linen and Dominic’s subtle cologne lingered in the air, but instead of comforting me, it made my stomach churn.I pressed a hand to my temple.Maybe I just needed sleep.Dominic was already moving through the house, his phone to his ear, his voice sharp as he gave out security instruc
Suzanne’s pov:The private jet sliced through the sky, but all I could hear was the echo of Kai’s voice from the video call. ‘Mommy?’His small, tired voice had cracked something inside me.My hands were still shaking, my body wound so tightly that no amount of deep breaths could steady me.I turned my gaze to the window, watching the ocean shrink beneath us.The private island that had once seemed like a secluded paradise now felt like a prison I was desperate to escape.Dominic sat beside me, his jaw clenched, his hands forming fists on his lap.He hadn’t spoken much since we boarded, but I could feel the storm raging inside him. His fury was a living, breathing thing, suffocating the space around us.“They let him go,” he muttered suddenly, his voice low and lethal.I turned to him, my heart pounding. “What?”“Tavon. He got away.” His fingers flexed as if he were imagining them around Tavon’s throat. “Ford’s men lost him in the chase.”A sharp breath left my lungs. I didn’t know if
Ford’s pov:“Tavon’s making a move.”The words sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I watched the live drone feed on my dashboard screen. The black SUV ahead of us swerved between cars, tyres screeching against the asphalt.“He knows we’re onto him,” Jones muttered beside me, already reaching for his radio.“Shit—he’s running,” I growled. “All units, lock onto him. Do not let him out of sight.”The radio crackled with confirmations from the rest of the team. Tavon had been cautious until now, always staying just ahead of us. But the second we tracked his car, he panicked. That was all the confirmation we needed—he had something to hide.I slammed my foot on the gas. Our SUV shot forward, weaving through traffic.“He’s heading south,” an agent reported. “Looks like he’s trying to get out of the city.”“Block every possible exit,” I ordered. “Trap him.”The chase picked up speed. Tavon’s SUV made a sharp right, barely missing a truck.