He shut the door. I noticed the paper he held. It looked crisp and untouched. In big, bold letters, the name Alessandra stood out. It seemed to shout from the page.ALESSANDRA.I laughed at it.“Alessandra knows us, Pancho,” I chuckled. He shrugged, a serious expression etched on his face. I never k
I carefully took the heavy luggage from Pancho’s hand, the weight of them a familiar comfort, and told him to wait for me there.Alessandra offered a grateful smile to Pancho, and the latter nodded curtly. Then she strolled ahead, and I trailed behind, lugging her bags.The second we reached her flo
“I can hear you guys. What is it, Lu? And I can’t come tonight for dinner.” I rolled my eyes and said, “Stavros already asked me out for tonight.”“Ok,” Lucy replied.Then she paused, a beat of silence stretching into an eternity, leaving me twisting in a knot of anticipation.“I’m ENGAGED!” A high-
I walked out, closing the door behind me.“Shall we?” I asked, my voice faltered a bit, and I could hear my heart beating loudly.I reluctantly shook his hand.I didn’t want to embarrass him, and I kinda wanted to feel his touch. Perhaps this will be the last time.I remained quiet the whole drive,
After our starters, next came our Côte de Boeuf, which our waiter had recommended we order medium rare.Our order initially confused him, mistakenly believing we’d asked for medium well. A look of horror washed over him. But we quickly corrected it to medium.When it arrived on a long wooden platter
“Marriage does not guarantee you will be together forever. It’s only paper. It takes love, respect, trust, understanding, friendship, and faith in your relationship to make it last..” — Unknown…..Stavros POVI fled her apartment, desperate to escape before she saw the raw, ugly truth of my emotion
Slurring slightly, I instructed him to get someone to collect my car from the bar, as I was about to lose consciousness.Six months later..Each day was a challenge. A constant battle against despair. Fueled by the painful memories of Ali, pushing me toward the brink of madness.Those months were a
I wanted to become a model since that woman who destroyed our relationship was a supermodel.Still, I remained unfulfilled, the emptiness Stavros left in my heart lingeredAccording to the CEO, the offer remains available should I reconsider.My modelling days are over. I’m not going back. Anthony
I suggested, “Let’s step outside,” so she could dress in peace, without feeling rushed or observed. And I walked out the door with mixed feelings. Mortified and angry.I heard my son’s sharp voice command the girl to leave immediately, promising a call when he was free.“Is dad here too?“ Alexander
Despite the tumultuous journey of our marriage, filled with laughter and tears, our love has proven resilient, weathering every storm.I was happy. Overwhelmingly blissful.And until now, we still love each other. We respected each other. In every major life decision, we’ve always had an equal voice
Although, when he turns twenty-eight, my husband will give him the Demakis Corp, as promised.“Honey, I’ve been thinking about a trip to Greece to see Alexander.” I randomly blurted out as I popped a piece of asparagus in my mouth.We were having dinner.Stavros sat in the middle of the long dining
Yes, he still makes me giggle like a giddy teenager.“Stop wriggling,” Stav chuckled, his breath warm on my ear, “or I’m gonna drop you,” and I frowned.“Do you understand that I’m pregnant? Of course, I’m heavy. I’m fat!“I hissed, a little stung by the truth, the words like a bitter taste in my mou
“Done, Mommy,” he proudly exclaimed, a grin splitting his saucy face as he held up his empty plate. “Can I leave now?” he asked in his sweet little voice, melting every ounce of resistance I had to put up with them.“Daddy will clean you up first,” I smiled as I put the plate of spaghetti in front o
“Hand it to me,” I demanded, my gaze sharp on Alex, a sweet smile playing on my lips that belied the warning in my eyes.My son shook his head vigorously, the familiar scene a blur of frustrated sighs and clenched fists.“I promise I will eat my dinner, Mommy. Just let me taste it,” he begged, smili
“There’s nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or happier. Or more exasperated. Or more... secure.” — Jim ButcherWarning: Sexual Content. Please be guided.….Alessandra POV5 years later...“That is gwoss, mommy!” My second three-year-old son, his face screwed up in a stubborn frown, exc
“Are you okay?” I asked.“Sorry, I woke you up,” she murmured hoarsely.She looked like she had just vomited everything she had eaten the previous night, and her face was devoid of color.“Should I call a physician?” I asked, worried eyes sweeping her pale face. My heart pounded as unpleasant though
Her legs clamped down around my neck, and I held them apart as I devoured her as if I had been starved for years. Her resistance only fueled my desire to please her more, as her cries of ecstasy spurred me on.My skillful tongue fucked her, sucked her hard, then lapped it up and down. Sucking, lappi