Mr. Tom struck the desk sharply, forcing Manni to snap out of her thoughts.“Why is she taking so long to reply?” Mr. Alexander muttered under his breath, trying to suppress his growing frustration.Manni stood up slowly, her hands trembling. “I…” she stammered, her voice barely above what they could hear. Deep down, she didn’t want anything good to come to her sister. Yet, her hesitation only spurred Alexander to press further, thinking he could appeal to her emotions.“I know Becky is your only sister,” he began, his tone filled with trance-like remorse. “She must have told you everything that happened during our three years of marriage.”His words hung heavy. It was at this time, Mr. Tom opened his mouth to add something, but Alexander raised a hand to silence him. Before he could continue, the door creaked open, and Arthur stepped in, his impatience clearly written on his face.Alexander didn’t acknowledge the intrusion, his gaze locked on Manni. Tom, however, quickly stepped in f
“The only way to actually show appreciation to Becky is to date Humphrey for a while…” Diana paused her thought. She was lying on her new bed, in her new room—in fact, a new four-bedroom duplex Becky had given her to stay in. She crossed her legs, and the amazing fragrance of the room reminded her that this was a new place.“I don’t have a choice in this matter. Becky has done a lot for me. But what if the man in question is married?” Diana blinked her eyes. Her two hands were under her head, pressing against the pink pillow. Taking a deep breath, she resumed her thoughts.“How ungrateful it would be on my part if…I couldn’t get the last luggage in Mr. Alexander’s house through this man. Imagine! From being a staff member at Omega Insurance to someone that approved the employment of staff. I have the right to terminate staff…” She chuckled, making her entire body, more of her belly, move. “I am still thinking about how to pay back Michelle and her boyfriend for what they had done to m
Humphrey wasted no time after hanging up the call with the one he now called the love of his life. Fueled by strong emotions, he left his apartment, got into his car, and drove off. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the streets, but his mind was a flurry of thoughts. His destination was clear. It was the mansion of Mr. Alexander, his former boss, located in the eastern part of the city. A place for the elites. Apart from his pounding heart, he hoped that Alexander would be home.As his right hand firmly held the steering wheel, he wrestled with his thoughts.“What am I going to tell him? What if someone else has taken over that room, Becky’s room?”Humphrey had no concrete plan when he actually left his house. How to find his way back into the house of his former boss. His only determination to assist Diana. He believed and he was also sure that helping Diana get that luggage would bring her closer to him.By the time he parked a short distance from Alexander’s mansion,
“Why am I even surprised?” Becky said aloud as she couldn't hold her fingers straight. It was the involuntary movement of her fingers that ended the phone call when she was talking to Diana. She felt irritated and she couldn't coordinate the thoughts in her brain. This was something drinking some glasses of alcoholic wine couldn't solve. There were things she needed to do to her secret husband who was in a coma. “I should have known this,” she moved around her room. “It didn't take time for Mr Alexander to find out that I am alive. He even went to my parents to inquire of me. What about my sister? Will she cooperate? She has always wanted my troubled mind. Was I naive? Didn't I know the capacity of Mr Alexander, a dubious man?” She pressed her fingers against her temple, tightening her eyes. Then she used her right leg to hit the stool near the bed out of anger. So frustrated that she didn't feel the pain on her leg as the stool turned upside down. “Is Mr Alexander actually dubi
Becky, being very surprised, stared at his manhood for a while. “Maybe the doctor knew what he was saying.” She thought as sat at the edge of the bed wondering what she would do next. There was no way out, this was something that she must do. “What if he gets up and holds me down here on the bed? I haven't touched it, it has already erecting? I don't want him to wake up while I am here alone with him.” Her heart raced. “You have to do this and leave here. It might just be normal just the way you have cleaned his body,” a calm voice popped out of her mind. Out of nowhere, she got the courage. She grabbed a oil bottle close to the bed and placed some on her right hand. As she was going closer to his private part, she noticed that his manhood was gaining more momentum. Becky turned her eyes to his face, “Is he actually in a coma? Why will this part respond faster compared to other parts of his body,” she thought and as the same thing placed her hands on it and gradually cares
“Don't do anything stupid, this is what you choose. I think it's too late, you just need to bear it for one year. I told you what would work, but you always put pleasure forward…..” Mr Grayson was listening to his dad on the phone as he spoke those words. Out of anger, he ended the call. It was 8:30pm and Grayson was feeling restless. The door to his bathroom was opened and he couldn't sit down. He stood near his window and he was putting on only his white boxers. But there was something odd. His manhood has erected, refusing to relax. On his body were drops of water. For the past thirty minutes, he has stood under the cold shower, thinking it would relax his nerves, still his erection refused to go down. Mr Grayson took his phone again, this time, he didn't call his dad, but called his close friend Leon, he was his childhood friend. In a heste, he said, “Where are you? Don't tell me you are out of the city. Where are you?” His eyes were on his protruded boxers. “I am at hom
“Why is Mr Grayson calling me?” Diana muttered and her heart pounded as she didn't know what to do at first. Becky was there with her and as she raised her eyebrows, she saw Becky looking at her. “Your phone is ringing, won't you pick up your call?” Becky said but Diana felt like not picking up the call in front of Becky. “It's my ex, I have told him I wouldn't pick up his call.” Diana lied, a thought that came from nowhere. It helped as it covered everything while she placed her phone on her leg. “Will you have some free time before the weekend…?” “What do you want me to do for you? I'm all yours.” Diana replied. “I want you to join me to visit those investors who are buying shares from AZ corporation. I want to strike a deal with them regarding what I am planning against my ex husband.” It was in between Becky's words that the both of them noticed the sound of a text message. “Your ex again?” Becky genstured. Diana turned to her phone and saw a message from Mr Gra
“What is he up to?” That the first thought of Becky as she stretched her right hand with a smile to collect the rose. As a female, the way a male looks at you has so many meanings. Grayson has never been so polite to her since they met and worked closer. What Becky didn't know was that Grayson was deeply in love with her since she caressed her manhood, thinking it was Hudson. “I guess that is not what I am thinking?” She thought again as she walked into the sitting room. The sitting room was a different world of its own. She hasn't seen any place as decorated and furnished like this. The floor was like stepping on the surface of the combination of reflective glass and water. Grayson was a lover of art works and it didn't take long for he knew Becky also was someone who loved art works. “You love these paintings?” He asked as he led her inside the house. The sitting room was so large and apart from painted artwork, there were also sculptures. “Please sit down,” he said with h
Kathrine’s povThey say all good things come to an end. I already had a sense of what was waiting for me at home, judging by the flood of messages I got while my phone was on silent last night and this morning. All I could hope for was that Noah and Henry wouldn’t be around to see the awkward and embarrassing scene that was about to unfold.Part of me wished my mother had gone to church, giving me the chance to slip into the house unnoticed. But when I saw both her car and the professor's still in the garage, I knew luck wasn’t on my side today.I stepped out of the car, stretched my stiff muscles, and braced myself before following Noah into the house. He carried my gym bag while Henry held the packages from the hotel. As we opened the back door, I saw my mother sitting in the living room. She wore a modest dress with a wide collar and a skirt that fell halfway down her calves. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup, making her look older than usual.
Henry’s povI didn’t want things to feel weird between Kathrine and me the next morning. Not while we were still at the hotel.I woke up early, wrapped up in Kathrine's legs, her hair spilling over the pillow. It was still dark outside, but I knew she’d wake up as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon. For a moment, I just lay there, watching her, amazed at how someone like her had ended up here, with me.Carefully, I slid out of bed, not wanting to disturb her warmth, but I had plans before she woke. She wasn’t usually one for big breakfasts, but last night had been... eventful. If she wasn’t hungry, I definitely was, so nothing would go to waste.I rang the concierge, who sounded half-asleep, and arranged a little surprise. Then, I tidied up the suite, making sure everything looked just right. Once I was satisfied, I settled onto the small couch and waited.Just as I expected, I soon heard soft movements from the bedroom. It couldn’t be Noah, too early, too quiet. I heard the bath
Noah's POV:“Hey, Noah, a little help?” Henry’s voice broke through the quiet, strained and impatient. “The water’s turning into ice here.”I moved quickly, snatching a towel from the vanity before scooping Kathrine into my arms. She felt light, almost weightless, her body limp but still warm. For a second, I worried she’d completely blacked out, but then she let out a faint murmur and nestled her face into the crook of my neck. I left Henry to deal with the tub, trusting him to drain it and clean up the mess, while I carried Kathrine to the bed. She was my priority now, my responsibility.Laying her down gently, I began to dry her off, the towel moving in slow, careful strokes. She stirred slightly, her lips parting as she mumbled something incoherent. Her hands fumbled weakly for the comforter, trying to pull it over herself. I couldn’t help but smile as I continued to towel her hair, which clung to her skin in damp strands. Her body was a canvas of faint marks, love bites on her ne
Kathrine's povI was incredibly sore, to the point where walking seemed impossible. My body had never experienced anything like that before. Slipping into the hot water was pure bliss, and the jets massaging my muscles? Incredible. But when I opened my eyes and looked at Henry, a different kind of ache filled me. His physique was unlike Noah's, taller, slimmer, and with more hair on his chest.I never thought I’d find body hair attractive, but... I liked the way it felt under my fingertips. It was so tempting that I moved closer, sliding over his legs to get near him. Reflecting on our time together so far, it felt like Noah and I had been the focus, while Henry had been overlooked.No one had touched him yet. That didn’t seem fair.My Henry, always so giving, so reserved, so disciplined. Now, all I wanted was to break through that control. For some reason, the thought of pushing his limits thrilled me.My soreness faded as the warm, swirling water worked its magic. "Henry?" I placed
Henry’s PovSeeing Kathrine like that was the most stunning thing I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just about the physical part, it felt bigger, more meaningful, like it reached a part of me I didn’t even know was there. I won’t lie, I felt a little jealous that Noah was the one to be with her first, even though we’d planned it that way. Noah is calmer and softer than I am, and we wanted her first time to be so good that she’d want to keep going. I didn’t mind sitting back and watching, though. Well, not too much. I barely noticed Noah, my eyes were locked on Kathrine, watching every move, every reaction, every little sound she made. When she started asking for more intensity, I almost couldn’t hold myself together. If she liked it a little wild, then I knew she could handle me. But I could tell she wasn’t ready for me tonight, not after what Noah had just done. I’d have to wait my turn. I was also really proud of her for using her safe word when Noah did something she didn’t lik
Kathrine’s PovHenry and Noah awakened a part of me I didn’t even know was there. Who was this bold, teasing version of myself? Yet, slipping into that role felt as natural as breathing whenever things turned intimate between us. Pushing their buttons, especially Henry’s, gave me a thrill I couldn’t resist.“So, who’s going to take this off me?” I asked, my voice low and teasing, my hands gliding down my body as I held Henry’s gaze. He was the one in charge, the alpha. I thought stripping him of his clothes might have dimmed some of his power, but he still sat there like a king, composed, unshakable. My skin prickled as his eyes roamed over me.“Noah,” Henry said, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. “You’ll undress her, but not with your hands. Use your teeth.”Noah’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He moved onto the bed, hovering above me on all fours, his body enclosing mine. He leaned down, catching the thin strap of my top between his teeth and tugging it off one
Kathrine's POVMy heart pounded as my gaze darted between Henry, Noah, and the delicate pendant in his hand. A lump formed in my throat.I had never thought about anyone else outside the two of them. Why would I? Henry and Noah were already more than enough. Polyamory meant multiple lovers, sure, I understood that in theory. But in my world, it was just them. Just us. I already had my hands full. So why would I ever look elsewhere?But then, was I ready for a real, committed relationship? I had told myself this was supposed to be light, fun, just an experiment. No strings, no deep emotions, no heartbreak. That way, when these two playboys inevitably moved on, I wouldn’t be left shattered.I should have said no to the necklace. I should have laughed it off, made a joke, or even called for a timeout. But I didn’t. Instead, I stood up, my hands trembling as I brushed aside the paper wrappings. I didn’t say a word. My body moved on instinct as I turned my back to Noah, knelt before him, an
Kathrine’s POVThe Grand was a fancy hotel on top of the mountain, mostly for rich skiers and socialites from out of town. It looked like a giant Swiss chalet, but with a ballroom, a conference center, and five floors. Everyone knew about it, but locals hardly ever went there because it was too expensive. I didn’t even want to ask how much Henry had paid for a room for the night.As we walked into the lobby, it felt like stepping into another world. A huge stone fireplace sat in the middle, though it wasn’t lit. Cozy chairs were arranged around it, and I could almost imagine coming back from skiing and warming up by the fire. To one side, there was a bar and a restaurant, and a grand staircase leading up. Henry went to the front desk, signed some papers, and got the key.“All set,” he said with a smile before leading me, not to the stairs, but to an elevator. That meant our room was on a higher floor. When we got in, Henry pressed the top button. It wasn’t numbered, just marked with a
Noah’s povI was sitting in my truck outside the Tokyo House restaurant, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling restless. The sky had an unusual orange glow as dark storm clouds began to cover the setting sun. The air felt thick, like rain was about to fall any moment, and I could sense the shift in the weather. I hoped Henry and Kathrine would arrive before the downpour started. Thankfully, I had thought to bring an umbrella, just in case.I glanced at my phone again, but there were still no messages from either of them.Just as the first heavy raindrops began to hit my windshield, I noticed the Impala pulling into the gravel parking lot. I quickly grabbed my umbrella and hurried over to hold it above the passenger door for Kathrine as she got out.She stepped out carefully, offering a small smile, though it seemed a bit forced. "Oh, Noah! Hi," she said.I wanted to kiss her, but something about the way she carried herself made me hesitate. I glanced at Henry over the car