I know I’m not betraying anyone because I wasn’t in a relationship with anyone, not with Alessandra. She made it clear she wanted nothing more to do with me.Although not precisely her phrasing, it conveys the same meaning.Despite that, a deep sense of guilt tugged at my heart, which really angered
Rafael Valiente? Really? Of all people.My fingers flew across the keyboard as I opened the page, hands balled in a fist as my eyes ran over the page.My eyes begrudgingly read the page. Oblivious, I carried my laptop, eyes glued to the screen, toward the guest room. The room where Alessandra staye
“A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.” — Lois Wyse...…. Alessandra POVA week had gone by since my family’s intervention, forcing me into a week-long “get to know you” session with Rafael.He wasn’t what I exp
I asked him to ride the merry-go-round. He was shaking his head in strong disapproval, mortified.I was laughing, coaxing him to do it just once. I was too curious to see what his tall, broad stature would look like on one of those wooden horses.He eventually conceded after my relentless pushing, a
“Goodnight, gorgeous,” he winked at me.“Goodnight!” I chuckled.Then jumped into his car.With a smile, I watched his car as he pulled slowly out of the driveway.He rolled down his window and waved. I waved back.When he drove away, I got inside........Stavros POVThe stale air hung heavy in the
I resumed working, and once in a while, Ali’s face popped into my head. Her radiant face danced over the contracts I’m reading.It was yet another unbearable day of my life since Ali left me.The clock ticked with agonizing slowness, each second stretching into an eternity of dread.I was staring bl
Rafael POVMy finger hovered over the screen of my phone. The thought of calling Stavros tempted me, but I decided against it. It would ruin the entire plan.I know he will attend the charity tomorrow. Mr. Morris was fond of him, and he was his great mentor and a family friend of the Demakis.Over t
We used to go party hard in Las Vegas and hunt legs till dawn. Go to a conference meeting with legendary businessmen, such as Harrison Morris, Ben Zurich, etc.I shook my head as I recalled our past, smiling.I leaned back in my swivel chair.I drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours on the plan
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