Nathan:Her blue eyes shimmered as she looked at me in shock. A smile curled my lips and I guided her spoon into the tub of ice cream and took out a large scoop.“Aren’t you going to feed me?” I asked, glancing at her lips that were slightly parted, pleading with me to kiss them. “Or am I going to do everything all by myself?”Slowly, she took the spoon to my mouth, and I startled her as I grabbed her hand.Easy. Wouldn’t want to stain my suit, now, would you?”She looked at me with shock as she watched my tongue lick the spoon with such passion. Her lips were parted and her breath was raspy and full of passion. My eyes never left hers. I wanted her to see it, see how much I enjoyed it and how much I craved to taste her.She was sitting astride me with only her underwear, and I could feel how soaked she was. I smiled as she continued to watch me, her face reddening as she squirmed on me.“What’s the matter?” I asked, matching her innocence. “You seem… worried.”Her face went even mor
Enora:My body was trembling already. His words lit a fire in me. Worship me… he wanted to worship me.His eyes, though full of desire and passion, still had that warmth in them. The night had drawn on and it still hadn't faltered. It made everything–every glance, kiss, touch–a hundred times more stimulating, more mind-blowing.He wanted me but in a way I never thought was possible.“I want to worship you, Enora. Please, let me." He was pleading, begging to show me how much he craved and cherished me and my body. I could barely breathe.oHe lowered his head between my legs and planted a soft kiss on my clit, sending shivers down my spine.“Ahhhnnn." He kissed it again, holding me still, denying me any freedom to squirm, making me feel everything.“You taste amazing, Enora. Perfect. Who wouldn't kill for a taste of you?" He kissed again, harder, more passionately, his mouth taking my clit in longer before he let it go.My legs were trembling, fighting instinctively to shut at his e
Enora:I was up early and even I was surprised. I tried to go back to sleep, to relish the feel of his arm draped over me protectively but I couldn’t. I turned to him and stroked his hair. It was a mess and draped over his face. He needed a haircut from the looks of it but he still looked breathtakingly handsome.It was Friday. I guess that was why I wasn’t able to sleep. The housewarming party was tomorrow and the possibility of Bridget coming to my home unannounced made me feel uneasy. I had been lucky the first few times but luck was sure to run out. I took one last look at him and smiled. He was genuinely exhausted. The wealthy businessman, Mr. Wright, never slept in like this. I didn’t even know if he had slept in his entire life. As I studied his arm for the best way to squirm away from him without waking him up, he grunted and pulled me in, burying his face in my hair, taking a deep breath and getting a little more comfortable.I giggled softly. He looked so adorable, so pea
Enora:I was finally alone in my home. Mr. Wright was gone and I could relax. My body was still tingling and I could still feel him all over me. My skin was still alive with his kisses and my pussy was throbbing, still begging to be taken by him again. I collapsed on the sofa and stared at the ceiling and allowed the events of last night to replay in my head, I really hadn’t had much time to think about them since so many things were going on at once. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and Mr. Wright’s face appeared in my mind's eyes. He was wearing a soft, sweet smile and his eyes were reflecting that warmth that had been in them since yesterday up until when he left my house. As much as I tried, it wouldn’t fade. He continued to stare at me, into my soul from my head. He was in every part of me now: my skin, my head, my mind, my… heart.I sat up and felt my heart skip a beat in my chest. Maybe I was getting too involved in this. Maybe I was reading too much meaning into it. It p
Enora:Just as the words left Bridget's mouth, she burst into a fresh round of tears. I looked at her in disbelief, trying my best not to seem unsympathetic. Eliot was an asshole and I wouldn't put it away from him that he could pull something like this.“It's okay, Bridget. There's no need to cry. He wasn't worth your time anyway.”I hoped my words would provide some comfort for her but how wrong I was.Her tears only intensified, and before I knew it, she was taking a new round of tissues, and the pile on my centre table continued to grow.“I'm so embarrassed, Enora. I should have listened to you. I should not have trusted that bastard in the first place,” Bridget lamented, her voice hoarse from all the crying. I patted her softly on the shoulder.“There is no need to beat yourself up about it. Everyone makes mistakes…”“But I shouldn't have made this kind of mistake,” she snapped back, whipping her head around to look at me. Her eyes were terribly puffy and swollen and her mascar
Chapter 211Enora:The preparations for the housewarming party began and Bridget was feeling a whole lot better. Her once pale face had brightened up, and she had a splash of colour on her cheeks due to the excitement. Planning parties and events always helped cheer up and I was happy that I gave this to her to do.“This is beautiful,” she commented, looking at the list in her hand and the room around her. “You had managed to prepare to make the workload easier for tomorrow morning.”“I'll hit you up in the morning tomorrow and we can finalize the preparations. I know you said you wanted to cook but I think I'd be more comfortable in bringing in external catering.”I didn't say anything; I wanted her to prepare the party how she saw fit. As much as it was my housewarming party, I knew that because of what had happened with Eliot, she needed this one or anything.“I'll be fine with whatever you decide,” I said with a smile. “Just forward me whatever changes in the plans you have made
Chapter 212Enora:Saturday came faster than I had expected. I even slept in. Bridget and I had been on the phone for so long, last night that we both fell asleep on each other during the call. I was still trying to roll out of bed when my phone began to ring. I grabbed it sleepily and saw that it was Bridget.“Hey girl,” I said with a yawn as I pressed the green button. “How are you?”“Good,” she replied even though she was just as sleepy as I was. “I’ll be coming over to your place soon. Get out of bed so that we can get this party started.”I chuckled sleepily. “You’re still in bed too. Don't call the kettle black.”“I am certainly not calling any pots or kettles black,” she argued playfully. “Get out of bed sleepy bones. We have a lot to do.”The call ended and I got out of bed. The floors were cold and my toes curled as soon as they touched them. A thought immediately forced me awake and I hurried to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the doors behind me, I pulled down my trou
Chapter 213Enora:There was a knock at my door and my phone dropped from my hand. I looked at the time, it was still very early in the morning. It had to be Bridget. As I opened the door, she stood there in a very unfashionable top and a pair of dark purple sweatpants.Compared to yesterday, she was in a much better mood and she wore a warm smile on her face.“Hey, I hope you're ready because we're going to be very busy today,” she said excitedly and she entered my house.She was clutching a little bag, her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. It was one of those rare sights, seeing Bridget unfashionable and unkempt in the morning. Even when her hair was a messy sight, she was still so pretty.As she entered my living room, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.“Are all these for the party?” She asked, heading over to my centre table.“Yeah, I also bought a few things for myself. Turns out I'm running out of shampoo.”She reached for my hair and ruffled it playfully. “Of course, you
Enora:“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, standing up from the sofa and staring at Anthony with hate and suspicion.He stood up as well and walked towards me, smiling wickedly as he took me in with lust and disdain.“You had to have known that this was coming, Enora,” he said darkly, chuckling dryly and looking to the door as if he expected someone to come in.“You know, there's just something about you in the office that just doesn't seem to sit well with me.”I backed away, trying my best to increase the distance between the both of us. “Stay away from me!” I yelled, but Anthony’s laughter just continued to become more sinister. Where the hell was George? He should have realized that something was amiss by now.“If you're thinking about your buff gardener, just know that he was incapacitated a few minutes ago. He won't be coming to your aid, Enora.”My heart skipped a beat. What was happening? How the hell did I end up this deep in trouble? Who was he? Was he even the real An
Enora:Nicki took centre stage and called for a game of charades. Everyone began to pair up in twos. Luke was still with Emily, Jay was with Gina, Eliot opted out of the game and surprisingly, Anthony paired up with me. I was a little uneasy as he sat next to me. We weren’t on speaking terms but at least he wasn’t mad enough to detest me and avoid me like I was the black plague. “Alright, I believe you all know the rules of this game. The first team to guess gets a point. No cheating and no trying to make your teammate win by using any funny hand signs. G, you’re up.”Gina took the stage and pulled a paper from the hate. She looked at it and made a face. I could only imagine what the hell she picked.Soon she raised her hands above her head and began to bend in the funniest way. The crazy guesses commenced.“Line!”“Straight!”“Balloon guy!” She shook her head and lowered her hand. She imitated someone who was drawing and went back to her first action. “You are an artist! Decaprio
Enora:There was a heavy silence in the room. All eyes were fixed on Eliot, on one knee, holding out a ring. Bridget was dumb dumbfounded. For a few minutes, she was unable to say anything and I couldn’t blame her. This was a shock to all of us. Eliot had just cheated on her and now he was trying to propose to her. “Bridget, please say something.”Bridget said nothing as was still staring at the ring in disbelief, like it was all part of a dream, that her ex-boyfriend of just a day ago was proposing to her.“Bridget, I…”A resounding slap filled the room and everyone’s hands flew to their mouths and gasps rippled inthe room. I was stunned. Bridget was not a fighter and she wasn’t one to lose her head over things but I could understand her reaction to this.“You cheated on me with some girl named, Vanessa, and now you have the audacity to show up to this party uninvited to prose to me?! How stupid are you? How stupid do you think I am?”Her voice was raised and was shakey. I wanted
Enora:It was 6:45 pm. The guests were going to be here any moment from now. I was dressed and so was Bridget. It also turned out that her yelling on the phone was beneficial. The bakery was able to deliver just in time. The macrons were perfect, I didn't want to seem greedy but I had had my eyes on them all day since they arrived. I had even tried to snatch one but eagle-eyed Bridget had caught me just before I could pick one off the tray. She had also made a call to Choi’s and they promised to bring some food. Bridget put it all on her tab and I was so grateful to her. This party wouldn’t have been a success without her. By 7:00 pm sharp, the first guests arrived. There was a knock at the door and I opened it to see Gina standing there all dolled up in a beautiful black dress. It had been a while since I saw her but I could tell that she was in good spirits. I took it that she got the memo from Mr. Wright and that she was innocent. I was happy that she was back to her beautiful
Enora:"Enny, who is at the door?” Bridget called from inside. I was too ashamed to say anything and Anthony came inside behind me. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was pissed. His smiley and carefree attitude had vanished into thin air and he was icy and distant.“Hey, Tony,” Bridget said with a smile but her smile quickly vanished and she looked at me with shock. Her eyes were everything but there was no way that I could tell her what was going on as well. She was just as involved as she was. “I’ll go and get the ladder from George. You two can decide where to hang the banner.”She left–I really wished she didn’t–I was alone with Anthony. He came to stand in front of me and I forced my head up to look at his heated expression.“What the hell, Enora,” he said roughly, his voice just a few shades away from a yell. I have been trying to reach you for almost three days. You just ghosted me. No calls, texts, voice notes and to make matters worse, you wouldn’t even return a
Chapter 213Enora:There was a knock at my door and my phone dropped from my hand. I looked at the time, it was still very early in the morning. It had to be Bridget. As I opened the door, she stood there in a very unfashionable top and a pair of dark purple sweatpants.Compared to yesterday, she was in a much better mood and she wore a warm smile on her face.“Hey, I hope you're ready because we're going to be very busy today,” she said excitedly and she entered my house.She was clutching a little bag, her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. It was one of those rare sights, seeing Bridget unfashionable and unkempt in the morning. Even when her hair was a messy sight, she was still so pretty.As she entered my living room, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.“Are all these for the party?” She asked, heading over to my centre table.“Yeah, I also bought a few things for myself. Turns out I'm running out of shampoo.”She reached for my hair and ruffled it playfully. “Of course, you
Chapter 212Enora:Saturday came faster than I had expected. I even slept in. Bridget and I had been on the phone for so long, last night that we both fell asleep on each other during the call. I was still trying to roll out of bed when my phone began to ring. I grabbed it sleepily and saw that it was Bridget.“Hey girl,” I said with a yawn as I pressed the green button. “How are you?”“Good,” she replied even though she was just as sleepy as I was. “I’ll be coming over to your place soon. Get out of bed so that we can get this party started.”I chuckled sleepily. “You’re still in bed too. Don't call the kettle black.”“I am certainly not calling any pots or kettles black,” she argued playfully. “Get out of bed sleepy bones. We have a lot to do.”The call ended and I got out of bed. The floors were cold and my toes curled as soon as they touched them. A thought immediately forced me awake and I hurried to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the doors behind me, I pulled down my trou
Chapter 211Enora:The preparations for the housewarming party began and Bridget was feeling a whole lot better. Her once pale face had brightened up, and she had a splash of colour on her cheeks due to the excitement. Planning parties and events always helped cheer up and I was happy that I gave this to her to do.“This is beautiful,” she commented, looking at the list in her hand and the room around her. “You had managed to prepare to make the workload easier for tomorrow morning.”“I'll hit you up in the morning tomorrow and we can finalize the preparations. I know you said you wanted to cook but I think I'd be more comfortable in bringing in external catering.”I didn't say anything; I wanted her to prepare the party how she saw fit. As much as it was my housewarming party, I knew that because of what had happened with Eliot, she needed this one or anything.“I'll be fine with whatever you decide,” I said with a smile. “Just forward me whatever changes in the plans you have made
Enora:Just as the words left Bridget's mouth, she burst into a fresh round of tears. I looked at her in disbelief, trying my best not to seem unsympathetic. Eliot was an asshole and I wouldn't put it away from him that he could pull something like this.“It's okay, Bridget. There's no need to cry. He wasn't worth your time anyway.”I hoped my words would provide some comfort for her but how wrong I was.Her tears only intensified, and before I knew it, she was taking a new round of tissues, and the pile on my centre table continued to grow.“I'm so embarrassed, Enora. I should have listened to you. I should not have trusted that bastard in the first place,” Bridget lamented, her voice hoarse from all the crying. I patted her softly on the shoulder.“There is no need to beat yourself up about it. Everyone makes mistakes…”“But I shouldn't have made this kind of mistake,” she snapped back, whipping her head around to look at me. Her eyes were terribly puffy and swollen and her mascar