Together, they made their way downstairs, and as they entered the dining room, the rich aroma of home-cooked food enveloped them like a warm embrace. The scents of simmering spices and freshly baked bread filled the air, making Aria’s stomach rumble in anticipation. True to her word, Aling Erlie had set a table brimming with an array of dishes that looked as comforting as they smelled, each one a testament to the love and care she poured into her cooking. Aria’s eyes sparkled as she took in the sight—golden-brown fried chicken, fragrant adobo simmering in its sauce, and a colorful medley of sautéed vegetables, all artfully arranged.They shared a glance, a small, knowing smile blossoming between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the warmth and comfort this moment brought. As they settled into their seats, Aria felt a wave of contentment wash over her. This simple moment, surrounded by the delicious food and the quiet intimacy of their shared space, felt precious—a fleeting glimpse o
The next day, Aria decided to wake up earlier to personally cook breakfast for James. The sun had just begun to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the kitchen. As she moved around the room, she felt a sense of warmth and purpose. Although she knew that she didn’t have to prepare breakfast, the thought of doing something special for him made her heart flutter. After all, everyone knew her as his wife, and she wanted to embrace that role, even if it was still new to her. The aroma of sizzling rice and garlic filled the air, mingling with her growing excitement. Cooking for James felt like a small yet meaningful way to express her affection and commitment, and she relished the idea of starting their day together on a sweet note.As she worked, memories of their time together flooded her mind—their laughter, shared glances, and quiet moments that seemed to strengthen their bond. Aria couldn’t help but smile at the thought of James enjoying her cooking, picturing the way
“Ate’s not here. She went abroad,” Anya declared, her tone cool and unwelcoming. She stood with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowing as she took in his reaction. There was a distinct edge of irritation on her face that Norman couldn’t ignore. She didn’t bother with pleasantries, and each word seemed to carry an unspoken command for him to back off. To her, he was nothing more than a mistake in the past—someone who no longer belonged anywhere near their lives. Her expression was a firm wall, and it was clear she had no intention of offering him a welcome of any kind. Norman’s mind reeled as he processed what she said. “W-What? Since when?” he stammered, his voice betraying his shock. He hadn’t expected this. Not once had it crossed his mind that Aria might just leave the country without a word. His thoughts scrambled, trying to make sense of the possibility that she’d moved on without him, leaving him behind. He felt an unfamiliar pang of desperation, the reality sinking in lik
“Aria? Are you okay?” James’s voice broke through the silence, drawing her out of the spiral of thoughts that had taken over since Paula’s sudden appearance. He looked at her with concern, his eyes searching her face for any hint of what was going on inside her mind. Aria forced a smile, hoping it would be enough to ease his worry, even though her heart felt heavy. The words Paula had thrown at her earlier seemed to echo over and over, unraveling every ounce of calm she had gathered since starting this journey with James. She wanted to brush it off, to pretend it was nothing, but the bitterness lingered, gnawing at her from the inside.“I-I’m probably just tired,” she replied, her voice softer than usual, struggling to mask the unease churning within. Her fork toyed with the food on her plate, though the last thing she felt was hunger. She focused on chewing, savoring every bite mechanically, hoping it would somehow occupy her mind enough to silence the doubts Paula had planted. T
“Aria, hija, aren’t you getting bitten by mosquitoes here?” James’s father, Jaime, called out to the young woman, his voice filled with a mix of concern and affection. She looked up from her spot by the poolside, where the gentle breeze caressed her skin, bringing with it the scents of the garden surrounding the house. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the tranquil waters and creating a picturesque backdrop that seemed almost magical. She felt a profound sense of calm wash over her, the weight of her worries momentarily lifted in this serene setting. “I’m okay, sir,” she replied, returning Jaime’s gaze with a bright smile. The older man resembled James in so many ways: the same kind eyes, the same friendly smile, and an undeniable warmth that made her feel welcomed. It was comforting to see the traits that made James so endearing reflected in his father. Aria felt a bond forming, not just with James but with his family as well, and it filled h
“Why don’t you just push me against the wall and do nasty things to my body?” she teased, her breath barely steady as she pulled back from James’s fierce, unrestrained kiss. Her eyes sparkled with a daring glint, challenging him, urging him on. The heat in the air around them was almost palpable, charged with the thrill of anticipation. Her voice was soft but inviting, a playful challenge in each word that echoed in the room, igniting an undeniable hunger between them. She leaned in closer, their bodies mere inches apart, her heartbeat racing wildly, waiting for him to act on her bold invitation.Without a moment’s hesitation, James accepted the challenge, his desire flaring as he closed the narrow gap between them. In one swift movement, he pressed her back against the cool, solid wall where he had been leaning moments before, his hands gently but firmly pinning hers above her head. Their breaths mingled as he locked her gaze, a fiery intensity simmering in his eyes, as if he was
His words sent a rush of heat through Aria, but it was the feel of his mouth on her nipple that made her gasp in pleasure. His tongue flicked over her sensitive skin, drawing it into his mouth with a slow, deliberate pull. The way he worshiped her body, savoring every inch, had her trembling with need. The pressure in her chest and core intensified as he continued to focus on her breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing sucks that made her ache for more. Her movements became erratic as she felt herself slipping closer to the edge.Aria’s moans grew louder, her body responding instinctively to the delicious tension building within her. Her fingers gripped James’s shoulders for support as she quickened her pace, desperate to chase the wave of release that was threatening to consume her. She could feel the tight coil of pleasure tightening inside her, each movement pushing her further toward the brink. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to hold on, but the sensa
“Oh God, you're so deep,” Paula moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as she began to move atop James, her back arched in the reverse cowgirl position. Every curve of her body undulated as she ground against him, her soft skin glistening under the dim bedroom light. “You're so big, I can feel you in my tummy,” she whispered breathlessly, her hips quickening as the rhythm between them intensified.James’s hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as she rode him. He watched her with a burning intensity, mesmerized by the way her slender waist swayed above him, her figure creating an erotic silhouette against the shadows of the room. His desire flared, each sensual movement pushing him closer to the edge. The sight of her delicate back, the soft sway of her hips—it was enough to make him feel as if he were engulfed in flames, his lust for her an insatiable fire.Her moans were like music to his ears, every gasp and breathless cry a symphony of pleasure that echoed in his