**Harrison's POV**“Why is Olivia calling you?” she asked, her irritation barely masked.“Sweetheart,” I sighed, gently running my fingers along her bare thighs, feeling her warmth. For the first time, I was caught between frustration and desire. “We work at the same firm.” I paused, meeting her gaze. “What’s your issue with her? She’s always been nice to you.”“Nice?” she scoffed, cutting me off. “She’s just acting. And have you noticed how clingy she is with you?”A smirk crossed my lips. “Jealous?” The way her mouth pouted fueled my longing. I wanted nothing more than to cancel my trip and immerse myself in her completely.“I don’t want her around you or our family,” she insisted, her voice firm as she stood to leave.I called after her, but she quickened her steps toward the hotel lobby’s exit. Outside, the rain began to fall, a storm brewing. I couldn’t help but chuckle, standing behind her. “Even God doesn’t want you to run away from me.”She stiffened at my words, and I could f
The sky outside the hotel window shifted into a stunning blend of orange and deepening black as the sun slipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow that wrapped around everything. The mountains in the distance loomed, their green outlines fading into shadow. Inside, the air was thick with our quickening breaths—a palpable mix of excitement and intimacy that felt electric.She was on top of me, moving in a way that felt both wild and tender. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as we surrendered to the moment. Each movement felt like a heartbeat shared, a connection that went beyond words. The heat of her skin against mine sent shivers through me, and each soft gasp was a testament to the pleasure we were creating together.Her long hair fell around her face, damp with sweat, framing her features and highlighting both her strength and vulnerability. I traced the curves of her body, feeling the thrill of her excitement and the tension that built with every movement. Outside
“Leave my family!” The old man, tied in chains, shouted, his eyes desperately flicking between his wife and granddaughter, both bound to chairs like him.“You should have thought of that before showing your courage and running to the police to complain,” Robert Smith said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He casually ran his fingers over the bullet, a cruel smile playing on his lips.“You’re threatening us!” the old man shouted angrily, struggling against his restraints.“I was polite before, wasn’t I?” Robert responded, his tone mocking as he inched closer to the elderly woman, placing the cold tip of the bullet near her forehead.“I don’t want to sell my property!” the old man cried out, his voice full of sorrow and fear.“I offered you three times the price, but you wanted to play the hero,” Robert said, pacing back and forth, his voice becoming colder. “Now look at where we are.”“Please, please. This is our ancestral home. It's all we have left,” the old man begged, his voice tre
Alina POVI felt a sudden coldness brushing against my bare skin, pulling me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, meeting the heavy silence of darkness. The room was cloaked in shadow, with only a single candle flickering softly near the dressing table.“Uncle…” I murmured, my voice slow and uncertain.“Uncle?” I called again, louder this time, scanning the room, trying to find him.“Here, baby,” came his calm voice from the direction of the balcony.I turned toward it. His silhouette came into view, seated in the armchair just beyond the candlelight. A faint red glow lit his face—he was holding a cigarette, taking a slow drag. I sighed, a wave of relief washing over me. For a second, I thought I was in danger. But hearing his voice and seeing him there, so calm, soothed the fear that had crept into my chest.“No light?” I asked, wrapping the blanket tighter around my body as I walked toward him. I climbed onto his lap without hesitation, seeking his warmth.He took one last drag from
Harrison POV The room pulse with the quiet aftermath of our love, the air still warm, scented with skin and breath and something unspoken her body rested against mine, her head on my chest like it's belonged there. I held her closer, fingertips moving slowly across her stomach, memorizing every curve, every fall and rise of her breath. Outside, the forest whispered low but inside there was only us- our quiet connection, the steady rhythm of our hearts, the way our body lingered in each other. I was still inside her, not moving, just present. The intimacy of it all hung heavy between us, like a secret we both cherished. Then my phone buzz, breaking the quiet. I didn't bother to looking, “Yeah?” I answered, my voice rough and low. “Are you sleeping? “ Charles voice casual but laced with curiosity, “Why's your camera off?” Alina stilled, her breath catching just slightly. She was still draped over me, her body warm and against me. I let my fingers continue their slow exploration,
My fingers traced the soft curve of her body as she slept, the morning sun slipping through the curtain and casting a golden glow over her bare skin. She looked like a dream and I couldn't stop my hand- it's moved on his own, caressing the warmth of her milky skin, like it had memorized every inch of her.“You didn't get enough” She murmured, half sleep turning to face the other side. Her voice was teasing, drowsy, but I caught the flicker of smile on her lips.I chuckled, my palm gently cupping her breasts, my fingers brushing over the soft peak of her nipples. “ I never get enough of you" I whispered, My lips brushing her ear. “ I could spend the whole day inside you and still feel like I haven't had my fill.Her body tensed slightly, her thighs pressing together around me with that delicious pressure, like her body answered before her words could.“Uncle….” She took a sharp breath and added" You had me all the night" Her words were barely a protest, more like a breathless invitatio
Harrison POV The drive had been long, and I could feel the weight of the distance pressing on my chest as we neared the end of our time together. These last few days had been a refreshing escape from the routine, from everything outside of us. Alina and I had spent the time wrapped up in our own little world — laughing, talking, just being close. And now, as the inevitable business trip loomed, the thought of being apart from her for a week felt unbearable.I glanced at Alina, her head resting softly against the window, the rhythmic motion of the car causing her to doze. I smiled softly, taking a moment to appreciate the quiet. This — her presence beside me — had become something I didn’t want to lose.She stirred slightly, the soft sound of her breathing filling the space between us. “Baby,” I said gently, my hand brushing against her thigh, a gesture that had become a habit over the past few days. “We’re stopping. Go stretch your legs for a minute.”Her eyes fluttered open, a sleep
“Alina, get ready fast, your school bus will be arriving anytime,” My dad yelled from downstairs.“Yes, coming,” I yelled back.“It's ok Charles, if she gets late, I will drop her off,” Uncle Henry said“Yeah, take your time, Alina,” Uncle Harrison yelled.I lived with triplets' brothers. They run a law firm together, one of the biggest law firms in the UK, and they are all single but Uncle Henry is in a relationship for the last two years, and hope he gets married this year. Charles, the elder brother is my dad, and Henry and Harrison are my uncles. They all love me a lot. All brothers have muscular bodies like the Greek god green eyes, fair complexion, brunette hair, and pink lips. I feel I do not belong to this family because my features are different from all of them. They all almost look the same. They all have green eyes with black hair, and I have blue-blond hair mixed with black hair. Occasionally, I joked I'm their adopted child, but they said no, I got my mother's features b
Harrison POV The drive had been long, and I could feel the weight of the distance pressing on my chest as we neared the end of our time together. These last few days had been a refreshing escape from the routine, from everything outside of us. Alina and I had spent the time wrapped up in our own little world — laughing, talking, just being close. And now, as the inevitable business trip loomed, the thought of being apart from her for a week felt unbearable.I glanced at Alina, her head resting softly against the window, the rhythmic motion of the car causing her to doze. I smiled softly, taking a moment to appreciate the quiet. This — her presence beside me — had become something I didn’t want to lose.She stirred slightly, the soft sound of her breathing filling the space between us. “Baby,” I said gently, my hand brushing against her thigh, a gesture that had become a habit over the past few days. “We’re stopping. Go stretch your legs for a minute.”Her eyes fluttered open, a sleep
My fingers traced the soft curve of her body as she slept, the morning sun slipping through the curtain and casting a golden glow over her bare skin. She looked like a dream and I couldn't stop my hand- it's moved on his own, caressing the warmth of her milky skin, like it had memorized every inch of her.“You didn't get enough” She murmured, half sleep turning to face the other side. Her voice was teasing, drowsy, but I caught the flicker of smile on her lips.I chuckled, my palm gently cupping her breasts, my fingers brushing over the soft peak of her nipples. “ I never get enough of you" I whispered, My lips brushing her ear. “ I could spend the whole day inside you and still feel like I haven't had my fill.Her body tensed slightly, her thighs pressing together around me with that delicious pressure, like her body answered before her words could.“Uncle….” She took a sharp breath and added" You had me all the night" Her words were barely a protest, more like a breathless invitatio
Harrison POV The room pulse with the quiet aftermath of our love, the air still warm, scented with skin and breath and something unspoken her body rested against mine, her head on my chest like it's belonged there. I held her closer, fingertips moving slowly across her stomach, memorizing every curve, every fall and rise of her breath. Outside, the forest whispered low but inside there was only us- our quiet connection, the steady rhythm of our hearts, the way our body lingered in each other. I was still inside her, not moving, just present. The intimacy of it all hung heavy between us, like a secret we both cherished. Then my phone buzz, breaking the quiet. I didn't bother to looking, “Yeah?” I answered, my voice rough and low. “Are you sleeping? “ Charles voice casual but laced with curiosity, “Why's your camera off?” Alina stilled, her breath catching just slightly. She was still draped over me, her body warm and against me. I let my fingers continue their slow exploration,
Alina POVI felt a sudden coldness brushing against my bare skin, pulling me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, meeting the heavy silence of darkness. The room was cloaked in shadow, with only a single candle flickering softly near the dressing table.“Uncle…” I murmured, my voice slow and uncertain.“Uncle?” I called again, louder this time, scanning the room, trying to find him.“Here, baby,” came his calm voice from the direction of the balcony.I turned toward it. His silhouette came into view, seated in the armchair just beyond the candlelight. A faint red glow lit his face—he was holding a cigarette, taking a slow drag. I sighed, a wave of relief washing over me. For a second, I thought I was in danger. But hearing his voice and seeing him there, so calm, soothed the fear that had crept into my chest.“No light?” I asked, wrapping the blanket tighter around my body as I walked toward him. I climbed onto his lap without hesitation, seeking his warmth.He took one last drag from
“Leave my family!” The old man, tied in chains, shouted, his eyes desperately flicking between his wife and granddaughter, both bound to chairs like him.“You should have thought of that before showing your courage and running to the police to complain,” Robert Smith said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He casually ran his fingers over the bullet, a cruel smile playing on his lips.“You’re threatening us!” the old man shouted angrily, struggling against his restraints.“I was polite before, wasn’t I?” Robert responded, his tone mocking as he inched closer to the elderly woman, placing the cold tip of the bullet near her forehead.“I don’t want to sell my property!” the old man cried out, his voice full of sorrow and fear.“I offered you three times the price, but you wanted to play the hero,” Robert said, pacing back and forth, his voice becoming colder. “Now look at where we are.”“Please, please. This is our ancestral home. It's all we have left,” the old man begged, his voice tre
The sky outside the hotel window shifted into a stunning blend of orange and deepening black as the sun slipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow that wrapped around everything. The mountains in the distance loomed, their green outlines fading into shadow. Inside, the air was thick with our quickening breaths—a palpable mix of excitement and intimacy that felt electric.She was on top of me, moving in a way that felt both wild and tender. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as we surrendered to the moment. Each movement felt like a heartbeat shared, a connection that went beyond words. The heat of her skin against mine sent shivers through me, and each soft gasp was a testament to the pleasure we were creating together.Her long hair fell around her face, damp with sweat, framing her features and highlighting both her strength and vulnerability. I traced the curves of her body, feeling the thrill of her excitement and the tension that built with every movement. Outside
**Harrison's POV**“Why is Olivia calling you?” she asked, her irritation barely masked.“Sweetheart,” I sighed, gently running my fingers along her bare thighs, feeling her warmth. For the first time, I was caught between frustration and desire. “We work at the same firm.” I paused, meeting her gaze. “What’s your issue with her? She’s always been nice to you.”“Nice?” she scoffed, cutting me off. “She’s just acting. And have you noticed how clingy she is with you?”A smirk crossed my lips. “Jealous?” The way her mouth pouted fueled my longing. I wanted nothing more than to cancel my trip and immerse myself in her completely.“I don’t want her around you or our family,” she insisted, her voice firm as she stood to leave.I called after her, but she quickened her steps toward the hotel lobby’s exit. Outside, the rain began to fall, a storm brewing. I couldn’t help but chuckle, standing behind her. “Even God doesn’t want you to run away from me.”She stiffened at my words, and I could f
“Why do we need to leave so early?” I asked, yawning as I fumbled with my seat belt. Struggling to fasten it while half-asleep, I was startled when his warm hand touched mine, securing the belt for me. He kissed my forehead.“I have a flight at 4,” he said, starting the engine. I hummed in response and closed my eyes. Though it was still morning, we hadn’t gone to bed early.“If you want, you can sleep, baby,” he said, adding, “It’ll still take us about 4 hours to reach the airport.” I yawned and closed my eyes to get more sleep. Despite the nice place, the noise of insects and the uncomfortable treehouse made it hard to rest.“I know you didn’t get much sleep,” he said, caressing my forehead, and I melted at his touch. The cold wind kissed my face as the early morning view unfolded. The sky, painted in delicate hues of pink and gold, shifted from the deep blues of night. Mist hung low over the landscape, giving it a soft, ethereal quality. The first rays of sunlight filtered through
"No, it was a gift from my oldest client," Uncle said, and I looked at him, like a curious cat, to complete the story. I wanted to learn everything I could about this place because something about it piqued my interest."Mr. Miller, one of the oldest and my first clients," Uncle chuckled, remembering the good old days. "When I told him that this was my first case and that he did not need to worry because I would win." He reacted angrily, "I know I do not have money to give, but that does not mean I am an idiot for presenting my case at your trial." "Your first client?" I asked. Uncle smiled, kissed my nose, and replied, "Yes, and this was the case that made me famous overnight." "You have never told me about this," I said comfortably, resting my head on his arms and his arms on my back. He chuckled before answering, "You never asked.""Hmmmm," I hummed, kissing his chest, and he went on, "This land was left to him by his parents, but a distant relative has also requested a share. Th