Michael's POVLunch was quiet.We sat across each other.Sara had ordered some tacos and I had ordered a variety of seafood. We also shared some fries together.My fiancée played with her food, her eyes gazing into the distance."Enough", I grumbled, tossing my napkin on the table.That got her attention. She raised her head and said "Hmm?""I don't like this mood. I wanted to enjoy lunch with you", I reached across and took her hands. "Hey, look at me. I know it was hard what we saw in the end, but we can't do anything right now. All we can do is wait for the restraining order.""We can't let her run around like that Michael", Sara's voice broke. "What if she ends up seriously hurting herself?""I know, I fear the same thing might happen, but all we can do now is to hope Angus comes to his senses and sends his daughter to a mental hospital. We can't do so, nor can we notify anybody without sounding suspicious. Trust me - I've tried. Over and over again.""Are we really forced to stay
All I could do was give myself into the lust as I wasn't able to hold him or move much - but I loved it. I was in the care of his hands, in the care of his movements and I loved it!"Mich-mmm", I barely managed to say anything through our kisses. "I-""Just cum", he hotly said, pulling me by my hair. "I'm close too."I did. Squirting uncontrollably. I couldn't help it. I couldn't silence my scream as I came.Michael pounded into me and seconds later semen filled me. He panted harshly and let himself fall on top of me.Rather than pulling out again, he grew hard again and moved his hips again. He wrapped his strong arms around me and went at it."Michael I-"Michael took off his tie and tied it across my mouth.He winked and moved rougher than before, all while my moans and screams were muffled."Such a good pussy", he groaned. "Wet and tight, and such an obedient whore. I'll give you the orgasm of your life my love", he moaned.And he held his word.After two more times being filled w
All the colonial houses flopped with us.But one.Then it finally came.House number 40.38 W Hills Rd.From the get go I liked it. It reminded me of Gordes and my home in Bosnia. My heart immediately warmed up as I saw the long stone fence with the small white fence that led us inside the vast garden. It was a long walk up to the house, but Michael mused how we could pave the way to the house and build a driveway too.It was quiet, peaceful, warm, inviting. Like a home. Like my home.Our steps were eager to reach the white house with the light beige roof."This is a classic", Mrs Ruth said as we approached the door. "6 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms. The price is at $1,795,000. The best I can describe it as is colonial with a farmhouse feel. As you noticed the front is quite large, giving it a park-like setting. It's also conveniently located a few minutes from town and the train station. Commuting from your work to home is no task."White pillars stretched out across the whole ground level o
"Objection your honor, this statement is false", Lucas stood up and waited for it to be granted.I was surprised how quickly that went.Mr Hardy shot a glance at Lucas."What is?", the judge acknowledged him."If I may guide you the evidence I submitted prior, the evidence case number 4 representing their divorce and its impact on both company's names and statuses, as well as Ms Beaumont's company's status, as well as its running impact on the company, Ms Hawkins actions during and after the marriage has impacted both companies quite negatively. Mr Hawkins, Ms Hawkins's father Angus Hawkins, himself has stated that people have lost their respect if his daughter is mentioned around the de Beaumont name. Ms de Beaumont is an experienced woman in her field and knows the impact Ms Hawkins had on her status, so her statement about wanting the best for her company and son is false. Mr de Beaumont has also vehemently refused to remarry Ms Hawkins, yet neither woman has stopped pursuing him t
Lucas's POVEleanor climbed to the podium, sat down and crossed her legs. She gave me a cold stare as she waited for my questions.I strutted around, keeping up eye contact with her. She didn't seem nervous in the slightest, which was odd."Ms Hawkins", I started. "Is it true that you released all those headlines against my client Ms Basic?" I didn't waste no time."It is", Eleanor spoke, giving me smile.I didn't reply it. "Why did you think it was a good idea to publish those?""Well, as my lawyer stated, I firmly believe Sara here isn't good enough for my Michael.""And you do not believe your ex-husband is capable of deciding for himself who is worthy of him and who not?", I asked."We-Well", she stuttered."I heard multiple times how you were gushing over Mr de Beaumont's wise decisions. You often said he always chose right and that he had an inkling for the things that were good for him.""This is an instance where I believe he made a wrong decision", Eleanor stubbornly stated.
The sound of the hammer closed this case.We lawyers shook hands.♡I guided both of them outside. Michael and Sara were in a frozen trance, not registering a thing.I couldn't leave them alone just like that.I brought them home with me and had my wife make them coffee and give them some cake. She hurriedly did so while worryingly glancing at the couple.I kissed my children hello and shushed them into their rooms. "We will play later", I promised both girls and watched them go into their rooms.Michael and Sara were still silent, still clutching each other."You got what you wanted", I told them. "Now, cheer up already. We should be celebrating."Sara was silent."My mother will pay for Sebastien's death?", Michael couldn't believe it, seemingly. His voice was confused."The judge's eyes - and words - said it all", I poured them their coffee. "I worked with him before and he is a brutal man who lives by the rules. Eleanor and Veronique need to count themselves blessed if they will
"I would love to do you but-""We can do it anal", Sara quickly said and made us switch places. Before I could say anything, she pulled her pants and panties down, revealing her ass and pussy to me.I crossed my hands behind my head, whistling. I wouldn't deny that sight. "Turn around baby, let me see that clit piercing."She did. I grinned. "Nice."My girl tugged down my boxers and immediately went for my cock. "This heat makes me even hornier", Sara grumbled. "All I can think about is bouncing up and down your cock daddy."That alone made me hard in her hands. "I'll gladly offer myself for that", I told her.Sara took me into her mouth, swirling her tongue over my length. I grabbed her head almost immediately as she sucked the soul out of me.Sara wasted no time after I came in her mouth. She got on top of me - and took me vaginally."Babe-""It's healed", she grumbled, rolled her hips almost immediately and furrowed her brows with a smile. "God yes! How I missed this!"Good grief,
Sara's POVMichael scolded me as I was fully on my feet again."Never drink that much again, you had me worried sick when you threw up that morning!", he had his finger raised at me and had an angry and concerned look on his face.I pouted at him. "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again ...""Good!", Michael now finally finished his ten minute rant of nobody needed to know what we did behind closed doors and that if he hadn't been there, who had gotten me home? That I should drink, sure, but not get that easily drunk - and much more. Not to forget that he was constantly worried for my health on Sunday."Hug? Kiss?", I pouted.Michael's finger dropped and he laughed. "Wow. Alright, good, come here. Doesn't mean I'm cool again."I kissed and hugged him. "Now I'm cool again", Michael laughed. He brushed my hair back. "Don't worry me again like that silly.""I never ever will, I promise bebo", I tiptoed and kissed him again. "I love you a lot. Thank you for your patience yesterday."I too
I took a deep breath, catching his eyes. I knew the text by heart, so I just looked at him and forgot the paper in my hands."You were there when I needed you the most, at the hospital, as I recovered, and that twice. You tried your hardest to make me happy, you nearly broke your back in exhaustion but kept going. You stuck around and loved me with the same intensity. Just thinking about you makes me smile, seeing you happy makes me happy, seeing you sad makes me sad. And when you smile at me as if I were the only woman on this world, the best thing that could have happened to you, as if I were the biggest achievement of it all, one corner of your mouth always higher than the other, it's always the right one, with your dimples showing - my heart swells up with love and feels like it could explode. Even now, so many memories later."Michael cried silently with a smile. I wiped his tears away, continuing to speak."Life with you seems so much more intriguing and promising." My own voice
I mouthed and mouthed compliments to her, until she was beaming again and walking with a raised head.I heard dad laugh, but I couldn't stop staring at Sara - the rest of the room and people were pale, grey, boring compared to her. It disappeared in a blur, while all of my senses sharpened on her.And as she stood in front of me, I whispered: "Beautiful. Perfect." I took her hands. I needed to hold her, or else I would go insane. I leaned forward to this angel, almost not daring to move as if she could vanish suddenly, holding my breath at this perfect being that was really my wife! "I wish I could kiss you already", I whispered.Sara's cheeks and ear flushed and she leaned forward, making our foreheads touch. Her eyes were full of an expression that said 'do it'. And I nearly did, hadn't the woman spoken.And then - long minutes and many tears later, we were proclaimed as husband and wife - and I could finally, finally! kiss her.And I did. I poured all of my love into the kiss - an
Michael's POVDecemberNew York, the Rink at Rockefeller CenterMy old Sara was almost back. She was bubbly again, happy and talk-active, but non-stop or constantly clutched to me.I wanted that - so I could protect her.It's December, 4 months later after mon amour had been kidnapped.Sara parked the car and we both got out. I waited until she circled the car, then intertwined our hands as we went to the ice skating center.Our wedding was planned. Everything was organized, ready for the big day, waiting for us.We both had finished seeing our therapist, Sara just a few minutes ago. I had picked her up and let her drive us here, to surprise her. The dogs were looked after by Jess and Philipp for the few hours we would be gone.Now we were waiting for January 23rd, our unofficial one year anniversary and wedding date.With Sara in tow, her hands wrapped around my arm, while I had my arm propped up in a 90 degree angle, we went onto the ice.Sara giggled."What is it honey?", I turned
He had styled his hair how I loved it - with the curl falling onto his handsome face, the rest of his waves brushed back loosely. He looked as always proper and delicious in his suit - he had chosen a dark grey colour, a grey tie and a blush pink handkerchief to fit our theme; of course he thought of everything, my clever man!I spotted how he swallowed, how he beamed, how he bobbed his feet up and down in his excitement, how he wiped his eyes once again.Faster, faster, faster!Why was this aisle so damn long?Michael winked at me as he spotted how impatient I got. 'Love you', he mouthed.My heart was melting with love.Finally - finally we reached him. Dad hugged me, kissed my cheek.Then Michael and dad patted each other on the shoulder, then hugged. "Take care of her", dad said to him, making tears well up in my eyes. He handed me over, making me take Michael's hand. Dad squeezed our holding hands."Always", Michael whispered back to my father, then turned to me. "Beautiful. Perfe
Mum spotted my reaction and leaned over, whispering sweetly into my ear. "I think it was worth going out today."I nodded as she kissed my hair, tears blurring my vision.Maybe this was a sign that I would be awarded if I stepped out. Maybe this was a sign that not everything was cruel.I thought of Michael. I thought of how I sat close to him at work with another two friends close to me, friends I could trust and I knew had visited me during my unconscious time in the hospital.My lips trembled. I wanted to show Michael this dress. I wanted to show him what had made this day so special, besides waking up next to him.Betty and Olive, the two more than helpful female employees, helped me yet again in this dress and as Betty buttoned it up, Olive's eyes shone. "This is your dress, isn't it?"I looked at the small mirror in the changing room, my bottom lip shaking heavily.Who was this woman in the mirror? She was breathing taking with her big eyes and square face, with the hourglass bo
He talked to me about the wedding to cheer me up. He talked to me about our nephew and nieces, showed me videos of Adrien, Estelle and Sara. He talked to me about our babies and how the incident had only made his protective manner grow, and he showed that without a doubt.His hand quickly laid over my body when Hector got too close. When someone came in unannounced, he sent a death glare towards the door.The way he talked to me though, with this softness and this new-found love, only made me suspect more that he wanted a baby even more quickly.It was a nice technique to make me forget about my aching body, I must admit. And I let myself be endorsed in the baby talk, in the name choosing, in how the baby would change our lives - because honestly? After what had happened, I wanted to make the most out of my life. I wanted to have a baby with him.I wanted to live. I wanted to make the world a happy and safe place for my babies. I want to have all of Michael's babies and put more 'us'
Sara's POVAt first, I blinked.Then, unfamiliar faces appeared in a silhouette above me.The harsh light made me close my eyes again.Had the policemen turned on the light once they had found me?Was I free again?"Ms Basic?", the male voice asked, shaking my shoulder. "Are you awake Ms Basic?"I nodded, my head gradually starting to hurt.I weakly raised my arm, still disorientated where I was, who I was, what day and time it was?With my hand, I shielded my eyes from the harsh light and slowly opened them.Wait, I could move my hands?"Where ... am I?", I coughed, my throat dry."In the hospital, Ms Basic. Your fiancé brought you here after you were held hostage", the man explained. I turned my head slightly to see his coat.This was my doctor?Another hand moved around my body. I turned to see the light rose outfit of the nurse.I was in a hospital room ...?But that means - I had been rescued! I had really seen Michael!I jumped up; immediately their hands caught me.It all came
Sara's POVI panted and cried and whaled as Noah repeatedly stabbed my legs. In and out, always in a new spot. The wet sound echoed in my ear.My body had grown numb and cold to the pain once he stopped stabbing me.My vision only got worse.The corners turned black.I had trouble staying conscious.I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep."Why would you call him!?", Noah yelled. He grabbed my head. Everything was spinning. "Why why why? Why do keep on clinging onto him!? Is it because he has more money? Is it because he is a shameless flirt!? Is it because both of you are divorced!?"Noah grabbed a good chunk of my hair and with a swift swipe, cut off half my hair.He let my own hair fall onto me."I'll derange so much he won't love you anymore!", Noah yelled, his voice breaking. "And then I'll kill you - because you know what? A whore like you isn't worth this pain! If I can't have you, nobody can have you!"Noah cut off the other half of my hair."The more I look at you, the more
Sara's POVNoah's tongue slipped out of my mouth, causing blood and saliva to drip out my mouth, running down my chin.My ex-husband, my abductor, stepped back with a fond smile. His eyes ... they were filled with love. With love?Every core of my body grew disgusted at this realization. What a sick fucker! Did he enjoy torturing me? How could he like something so grotesque?!With every second he kept me here, the more the man I had loved disappeared from my memories. As if the old Noah distanced himself or was being replaced with this abusive psycho.Whatever I had once felt to him - those feelings and memories felt foreign right now, unfamiliar, disgusting, vile. Why had I wasted over four years with you? Why hadn't it been Michael who I could have met at my university? Why couldn't I be happy from the start?"Did you feel anything?", Noah purred, tracing the side of my face with his knuckles.With angry tears, I heavily shook my head.Noah didn't hesitate - his slap left my face nu