POV KaydenI reached out to grab her, not expecting the momentum to send us both crashing onto the bed. Suddenly, I was on top of her, and the feel of her body underneath mine was... distracting. She was so engrossed in her phone, she didn’t even notice how close we were. My eyes couldn’t help but wander to her chest. It looked... comfortable.She finally finished whatever she was doing and looked up at me with that satisfied grin of hers. That’s when I realized she’d changed the name on my phone. I couldn’t help but snatch it back, my eyes narrowing as I read the name she’d put in: ‘Dearest Wifey.’I stared at the words, feeling the corners of my lips curl slightly. It was ridiculous, but... I had to admit, it looked good. I gazed down at her, my hands still holding hers, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Changing it to this name is not unacceptable,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.It was only then that she seemed to realize our position. She started to squirm, clearly fluster
POV ZaraI rushed into the airport, feeling a mix of excitement and relief that Clara was finally back. I asked the driver to wait outside as I practically sprinted to the coffee shop where she was waiting. And there she was, sitting at a table surrounded by suitcases of all sizes.“Clara!” I called out, my voice echoing a little more than I expected.She looked up immediately, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. Before I knew it, she was running toward me, and we collided in a big, warm hug.As we pulled apart, I took a good look at her. Clara was just as I remembered—smaller than me, with hair cascading past her shoulders. She was dressed in that adorable British fashion she loved so much, looking like a doll, all petite and stylish.“Wow, Zara!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with amazement. “I can’t believe it! I just got back, and I’ve already seen your advertisement! They’re playing it even in the airport!”I blinked, caught off guard. “What advertisement?”“The candy one!” C
As I entered, the maid rushed to me. “Madam, you’re finally back. Sir is in the gym and he hasn’t come out.”I sighed inwardly. Who knew that Kayden could be so petty? He was still upset even after all this time. It was just an appointment. And I had told him over the phone that I’d be late.I quietly opened the door to the gym and peeked inside. Kayden was exercising, his back glistening with sweat, his muscles flexing with each movement. He was topless, wearing only a pair of exercise shorts, and I couldn’t help but admire his form. He was like a walking embodiment of pheromones, and I found it hard to take my eyes off him.What a handsome man…I closed the door lightly, but the sound startled him. He looked up, his eyes narrowing when he saw me. There was an intensity in his gaze that made my heart race.“Who said you could come in?” Kayden let go of the Pec-Deck machine and got up, his expression cold and unyielding.I stood my ground, refusing to be intimidated. “What’s up with y
POV KaydenAs the cold water poured over my body, I finally began to feel the tension ease from my muscles. The chill of the shower did little to quell the lingering warmth that had settled deep within me, but it was enough to bring me back to a semblance of control. My hands still remembered the feel of her skin, the softness of her touch. The way she smelled.It was all for me. It wasn’t detestable at all, that feeling. On the contrary, it clung to me, refusing to fade away even as I stood under the relentless stream of cold water.Damn it.I turned up the faucet, letting the icy water cascade over my burning body, hoping it would wash away the thoughts that kept creeping back into my mind. I look down at my cock, standing at attention only at the thought of her.I sigh. Even the cold water is not working.I start stroking it, imagining pushing Zara on my gym floor, kissing her as I go. Imagining fucking her there, as she moans and comes all over my cock, desperately clinging me for
POV ZaraI sat at the restaurant table, my fingers tracing the rim of the glass, waiting for Kayden. Time ticked by slowly, and with each passing minute, the hope that he would walk through the door dwindled. I knew it was foolish to wait, especially since he was with Monica, but I couldn’t help myself. I kept telling myself that he might still come, but deep down, I knew he wouldn’t.Feeling a gnawing emptiness in my stomach, I finally gave in and ordered some food. If nothing else, I could at least fill my stomach. The waiter brought my meal, and I started eating, trying to push away the disappointment that was steadily building inside me.As I was halfway through my meal, I felt someone approach. I looked up, expecting to see Kayden, ready with an apology or an excuse, but it wasn’t him. It was Kai, his younger brother.“Kai?” I blinked, surprised.He slid into the seat across from me with a casual grace, his smile easy and knowing. “What happened? Did you get stood up?”I flushed,
By the time I got home, it was already ten. The house was quiet, and when I reached our room, it was pitch-black. But then I heard a voice from the sofa inside.“So you do know how to come back.”The suddenness of it scared me, and I turned to see Kayden slowly getting up from the sofa. I patted my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”He looked at the time, his expression stern. “What time is it? Why are you only back now?”“I stayed out a little later with my friend. Oh, how come you’re home?”With Monica so close to us now, I would have thought he’d run over to accompany her. Why was he here?“This is my house. Of course, I can be home when I want to,” he replied, his tone clipped.“Oh. You can continue watching the TV then. I’m going in to change,” I said, trying to sound indifferent as I walked into the bedroom, not looking back at him.But as I changed into my pajamas and lay on the bed, reading my script, I couldn’t help but notice how mu
But I couldn’t help it. My heart was racing, and my mind was spinning. I could feel something hard pressing against my leg, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.Oh no. No, no, no.“Y-y-you… Now… Now what do we do…” I stammered, completely at a loss.Kayden looked at me, his expression dark. “How am I supposed to know?!” he snapped, clearly frustrated.I was on the verge of tears. “You don’t know, and neither do I. It’s your thing, not mine.”He sighed, looking down at me, his face softening just a bit. “It may be my thing, but it’s not listening to me now. Perhaps it’ll listen to you. Say, what do we do?”I swallowed hard, feeling completely out of my depth. “But, but…”“Help me touch it. Take it that you’re comforting it, okay?” he said, his voice husky.“But…”“What else can I do?!” he growled, grabbing my hand and pressing it against him.My hand touched the towel, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I could also feel his size. I’m sure my face turned scar
POV KaydenAs I stood there, watching Zara walk away, Monica’s voice grated on my nerves. She clung to my arm, whining as if nothing had changed between us. “Kay, why didn’t you come over yesterday? I’m only a few steps away so you can come over regularly.”I glanced at Zara, who had turned her back on us, her shoulders stiff with what I knew was irritation. I gently pushed Monica’s hand away, but she refused to let go, her grip tightening as if she could physically hold on to what we used to have. She saw Zara look away, and I could practically see the smugness in her eyes.“Zara…” I called after her, but she didn’t stop. She just kept walking, her back straight, determined to distance herself from this mess.Monica pulled at me again, trying to redirect my attention. “It’s okay, Kay. Just leave her be. There are plenty of cars anyway.”I stopped and looked at Monica, the frustration bubbling up inside me. This couldn’t continue. Her constant presence, her refusal to accept the reali
POV KaydenAfter we got back to Chicago, I went to Yohan for a routine checkup. Knowing him, I was half-expecting him to make some snide remark. Sure enough, he had a smug look on his face as I sat down.“Mr. Marshall, I think you could consider taking that drug more often,” he smirked. “You seem rather… energetic.”I shot him a look, not bothering to respond. He must have seen Zara and me together recently because he didn’t let up.“Don’t be so serious, Mr. Marshall. A joke here and there won’t scare a girl away.”“Any other tests you need to do?” I asked flatly.“Fine, fine,” he sighed, getting a needle ready. Then, out of nowhere, he started again. “You know, Miss Wilson’s personality is actually quite complementary to yours. She’s carefree, while Miss Jensen was always a bit uptight. You two are like… concave and convex pieces, fitting together perfectly.”I caught the mischievous look in his eyes immediately. He was speaking in double entendres, and his implication was obvious. F
When I walked into the room that morning, I could immediately tell how awkward Zara felt. She sat there, her face bright red, her body still a little disheveled from the night before. I knew she was thinking about everything that had happened, probably trying to reconcile her usual reserved self with the bold actions she’d taken for my sake.I approached her, trying to check on her arm. She winced a bit when I touched it, and that’s when I realized just how much I had pushed her the night before. I was in no state to think clearly back then, consumed by the effects of the drug, and she had gone through all of it with me, without complaint."Does it hurt that much?" I asked, frowning as guilt gnawed at me.She waved it off, pretending it wasn’t a big deal, but I could see how sore she was. “I must have used too much strength…” she muttered.I couldn’t help but feel responsible for what I had put her through. "I’m sorry..." I told her, feeling the weight of what I had done sink in.She
POV KaydenI stood by the window, my body burning with an unbearable heat, the cold winter night outside in stark contrast to the fire inside me. The reflection on the glass showed a man drenched in sweat, his skin flushed, muscles tense. I couldn't calm myself. The drug was wreaking havoc on me, pushing me to my limits, testing my control.I heard Zara approach from behind, her steps light but determined. Her voice cut through the haze, "Really, let me help you. It’s been a few hours already, and you’re still not well..."I clenched my fists. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me like this, to be caught in this mess created by someone else’s malicious intent. But there she was, stubborn as always. I couldn’t bear to have her close, and yet I couldn’t push her away."Who needs you to help? Didn’t you understand when I told you to get lost?" I shouted, hoping to scare her off. Maybe if I could make her leave, I could deal with this myself.But Zara never backed down. "No, I’m n
POV ZaraI was sound asleep when my phone suddenly rang. I groggily reached for it, only to hear an unexpected voice on the other end.“Zara.”It was Monica.I immediately sat up in bed, confused and still half-asleep. “Miss Jensen?” I asked, my voice puzzled. What could she possibly want at this hour?She didn’t waste any time. Her tone was sharp and condescending, as if she had been waiting for this moment. “What are you doing?” she snapped.I blinked and tried to stay calm. “I was sleeping,” I replied honestly, still unsure what this was about.“Very well. I guess you’re tactful enough to know your place and not try to disturb Kayden and me,” she said with a smugness that made my skin crawl.I was tired of this back and forth with her. I decided to just lay it out. “I’ll be direct. I respect whatever is going on between you two, and I won’t interfere. You’ve just never believed me,” I said, keeping my tone as even as possible, even though my heart was already beginning to race. I d
I arrived at the restaurant where Monica had already made herself comfortable. She had dressed up for the occasion, her eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite place, and I was immediately on edge. This was supposed to be a simple dinner, but from the way she was looking at me, I could tell she had something else on her mind."Kayden, you’re here," she smiled, motioning for me to sit. "I waited so long for you. Come and try this house drink. I specially asked them to bring it from the cellar. It’s a premium red wine."I sat down, already feeling uneasy. Something about her excitement seemed off, but I couldn’t place it. She kept staring at me, and I couldn’t figure out why. I glanced at the wine she poured and shook my head slightly."It’s better not to drink too much wine. It’s not good for your body," I said, trying to deflect.Suddenly, her eyes welled up, and tears started falling. I was caught off guard. Had I said something wrong? Her emotions had been so fragile lately, a
I was in the middle of reading a document when Zara suddenly popped up with a bright idea.“Kayden, let’s go to the indoor ski park.”I looked up from my work, slightly amused. "No," I said, shaking my head."Why not?" She always got this look when I denied her one of her spontaneous plans.I chuckled and said, “It’s meaningless to put on so many clothes. If we’re doing something active, we might as well go to the pool. It’s more... pleasing to the eyes.”She immediately grabbed a pillow and tossed it at me. "Perv."I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. But she didn’t give up. She never did.“Come on, let’s go try it out, Kayden.... Honey, I’ve never been to a ski park before.”That word, “Honey,” always had a strange effect on me. It was like she knew the exact button to push.I sighed, feeling a bit helpless. She knew exactly how to get her way. I reached out and rubbed her head. "Fine. Let’s go."Her face lit up immediately. “Heh heh. Thanks, Honey. You’re is the best!”I trie
POV KaydenI asked Henry to check with the hospital staff and doctors about Monica’s recovery which he said was going fine and she would get discharged in two days.Later that week I had a call from the Los Angeles Branch of Marshall Industries that needed some attention personally. I informed Zara and coincidently she too had a shoot to attend there.We both took the Marshalls private jet and she called her manager. They both set off for her scheduled shoot and I went to my own work. Los Angeles branch was doing well on its own, and it’s been like that for most of our branches. They managing directors don’t bother me unless there’s actually an issue that needs my attention, hence I make it so that I check these things personally.As I was just finishing my meeting and ready to head back in the afternoon, I got a call from Yvette. I quickly picked it up, knowing Yvette will never call me unless it has anything to do with Zara.“Hello.”“Mr. Marshall, Zara got into a small accident on
POV ZaraWhen we stepped into the Marshall residence, the chill in the air didn’t seem to matter. Kayden’s mother immediately fussed over me as usual, saying, “You’re wearing too few layers, Zara! Quick, bring an overcoat for the Young Madam.”I barely had time to protest before they wrapped me in another layer. Honestly, I was fine, but Kayden’s Mother’s warmth and concern made me feel like I was being pampered beyond belief. This was the Marshall family way—especially when it came to their daughter-in-law.As we moved further inside, I noticed the President's bodyguards stationed outside. That could only mean one thing: Kenneth was home. It was strange to see him here, since he's usually so busy with running the country. But it was New Year’s Eve, and even the President has to celebrate with family sometimes.Kenneth approached us, as poised as ever, and greeted me with his usual reserved but polite demeanor. “Zara, good to see you again.” It felt a little formal, but then again, he
This realization put me in a surprisingly good mood. If I had known earlier that she was jealous, I wouldn’t have been so anxious during those days. She was angry not because she didn’t care but because she did.And here I was, almost spoiling her too much. She was practically running circles around me. I chuckled to myself. If anyone saw how I was with her, they wouldn’t believe it. Zara had no idea just how much I was holding back, letting her get away with things that would’ve driven anyone else mad.I sat there, watching her hum to herself, clearly lost in her own thoughts. She reclined in her seat, and I couldn’t help but notice how content she looked now. But then, her expression shifted suddenly, and she pressed her hand to her stomach.I frowned and leaned forward. “Why? Does your stomach still hurt?”She nodded, wincing slightly. “It still hurts a little. It’s alright. It’s probably because I was too nervous this time. Usually, it only hurts for a day.”“Next time, take note