Having succeeded in undressing me, he kneeled on the bed and removed his own clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his toned body.I couldn't take my eyes off his broad shoulders and defined chest. My gaze traced the contours of his abs, and I felt a flutter in my stomach."Can't look away, can you?" he teased as he unbuckled his belt, and I felt a flush rising to my cheeks.I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. The tone of his voice was surprisingly seductive, blending with my own desire, but I couldn't help but feel a bit... nervous. I kept biting my lower lip while my toes curled relentlessly. This was my first time; I hadn't even done foreplay, let alone have a guy finger inside me. I had kept my virginity guarded for him... for so long, and I was ready to surrender it to him. What if I wasn't good enough? What if it hurt?His brow shot up as if sensing my apprehension. "Are you... okay?" he asked, his hand hovering by his zipper.Oh
A gentle, familiar kiss woke me from my sleep, and I smiled, knowing exactly to whom it belonged. My sugar daddy—I now think he deserves the title since he had somehow agreed to date me. He shifted closer, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my chest as I reached out to wrap my arms around him. He deepened the kiss, transporting me back to last night's intense sex marathon. I loved it. It made me feel a sense of accomplishment to finally have what I craved from him. I opened my eyes to find his gaze locked on mine, filled with love and adoration. His lips curled into a smile as he whispered, "Good morning, love." My smile grew wider, practically stretching to my ears. He finally nailed it: 'LOVE.' I liked that. "Good morning, Mr. Clinton," I responded, biting my lower lip as I wrapped my hands around his neck. "We are way past that formality, don't you think?" His eyes sparkled with amusement as if remembering the same passionate moments that still lingered on my skin. "
Daddy." An angelic voice chorused, and the next moment three hands waved enthusiastically from within the box, with two jumping and calling out for attention. "Get us out, please." Two tiny voices chimed in unison. The box was deep, and their sound was muffled as they continued yelling. "We are stuck! Help already!" Xavier's eyes widened in shock, and I, on the other hand, was equally stunned. My mouth was agape, staring at the three figures as they continued jumping and hollering for help. "Anybody there?" They screamed at the top of her lungs, waving her small hands desperately above the box's rim. But their hands barely cleared the edge. Finally, I broke out of our stupor and motioned to help, but Xavier was already rushing towards the box, his eyes widened in alarm. As Xavier approached, the children's voices grew louder, their cries more urgent. With gentle care, Xavier lifted the children out of the box, one by one. My brow furrowed as I processed the scene before m
"Fuck this woman," I muttered, crumpling the note in my hand and tossing it back to the massive package of surprises that had been dumped in our laps. "Unbelievable," I mouthed, shaking my head. Xavier's eyes met mine, his expression mirroring my outrage. "I need more answers from her," he said, his voice firm as he looked at nothing in particular. "But she isn't here to explain further." I nodded. "Why would she do this all of a sudden?" The children had already taken their seats on the sofa, making themselves at home, unaware of the emotional turmoil unfolding around them. They watched us with wide eyes. Well, the twins, who were kind of a little mature, were paying attention to every word we said, and what was even more confusing was just how comfortable they were with all this. Calling a man they hadn't met before their daddy because their mom had told them any man they saw after coming out of the box was their biological father and also not so bothered about their mother's
Xavier and I sat opposite the kids, staring into space and thinking of a solution to our mounting problem. These kids' presence in our lives at this very moment will change a lot of things, and now we are stuck deciding who will take the kids along. We can't leave them alone in this huge house. We dreaded the thought of leaving them alone,because right in front of us, a flower vase has broken, and it was Elizabeth who broke it. Now she is putting the blame on the twins, and they're having a big fight. "You broke it! Stop lying," Elizabeth exclaimed, running around the sofa like a merry-go-round while the twins tried to catch her to get her to admit she did it. We just sat there, watching them, disoriented from all of Nicole's drama unfolding before us, more like chaos. "Stop, Elizabeth! You're going to hurt yourself!" Harper shouted, exasperated. "I didn't break it! Hayden did!" Elizabeth protested, dodging her sister's grasp. Hayden's face reddened. "I didn't touch it! You'r
An hour later, we arrived on campus, and I was grateful to have survived the drive without any major incidents. Now, I faced the daunting task of finding childcare before I wrote my last paper. I had my hand on my waist as I stood in the middle of the parking lot, staring into space."Why the hell did I lie that I had someone who could help me watch the kids! Now I'm stuck with three tiny terrors and a looming deadline," I muttered to myself as I glanced around, hoping to spot a miracle solution, perhaps Helen, who I had called earlier and somewhat explained my situation. I hoped she would come to my aid.I watched as students rushed to class, some studying in groups. Lucky them.Meanwhile, the kids, sensing my frustration, began to get restless."Sarah, I'm hungry!" Elizabeth complained, tugging on my hand."Me too!" Hayden and Harper chimed in, their voices rising in unison.Now my sanity was hanging by a thread!My face turned beet red as I turned to the three of them. "YOU ALL JUS
XAVIER'S POV I walked into the house, expecting a flurry of noises. Instead, I was greeted by an oppressive silence. I was certain Sarah and the kids were already home, and from the looks of it, the children weren't the quiet type. So why did the place seem like a graveyard? As I entered the living room, I found Sarah lying on the couch. As soon as she noticed me, she sat up and smiled softly. "Hey." I raised an eyebrow. "Hey. How was your day?" Sarah shook her head, and I could sense the stories she'd tell and the frustration palpable no matter how she tried to conceal it. "The day was great. And it will continue to be so," she replied as I sat beside her, and upon hearing her optimism, I stared at her skeptically. "Stop pretending." She chuckled, finally admitting to the fact. "Yeah, I survived," she replied, laughing. "Barely. My friends helped me, and if you're wondering, I already put them to sleep." That could explain why the house was so quiet. I searched Sarah
As I settled into the couch, my mind began to wander back to that fateful day."I remember waking up in the hospital," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "I saw the doctor; it happened to be one of my colleagues at college."Sarah's eyes locked onto mine, encouraging me to continue.FLASHBACK TEN YEARS AGOI slowly opened my eyes, grogginess clouding my mind. The beeping of machines and antiseptic smell assaulted my senses. But then a faint memory of a crash, screams, and shattered glass lingered, clouding me, and the pain, shock was still palpable."Xavier...""Xavier.""XAVIER! Can you hear me?" A doctor's face hovered above me, his expression somber.I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat, wincing in pain. "What... what happened? Where's my wife?""You were in a car accident," he interrupted me, his voice firm but gentle. "Your wife survived, but I'm afraid she's in critical condition. She's being prepped for surgery as we speak."My mind reeled, pa
A month had passed since we left Paris. Our little family had settled into a cozy villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Well, we moved in for the wedding, actually. Now, standing in front of the mirror, I smoothed out my lace wedding gown. My heart fluttered as I thought of Xavier waiting for me at the altar. "Sarah, you look stunning," my maid of honor said, adjusting my veil. Who else would it be? It's my best friend, Helen. I smiled, feeling like a princess. The ceremony was intimate, with only close friends and family attending. "Hey, kiddo." A voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing a smile to my face. "The guests are waiting. Are you just gonna sit there and admire yourself?" Juniper appeared at the door, crossing her arms and wearing a feigned frown on her face. Juniper had helped out with the wedding planning; she even brought her kids along. Although I was grateful for her expertise, her planning ways exceeded Xavier's budget, but he didn't complain. "Juniper, you'
SARAH'S POV "About what!" I snapped, my eyes blazing. Xavier held my shoulders to placate me, but I was beyond reasoning. My baby was at risk because of him, and he was lucky nothing happened to him or her. If something had happened, I would have... I stopped and forced myself to stay calm when I noticed my father's soft gaze.He leaned against the wall without speaking, letting me pour out my anger. Only when I was done did he finally speak. "I meant to say..." He hesitated, glancing at Xavier. "I'm... sorry."It was as if he forced those words right out of his mouth.I looked away, breaking eye contact, and Xavier gently stroked my shoulder again."Sarah, calm down. Don't stress yourself out, okay?"Yeah, I'm pregnant. I shouldn't stress myself out.I flashed him a soft smile and leaned on his shoulders, making sure to avoid eye contact with my father."Sarah, I'm happy for you," my father continued, despite my bad attitude. "Now that there's nothing else I can do, you're free to l
My eyes widened in shock as I found Sarah lying on the bed, pale and motionless. In an instant, my heart sank, and my world crumbled around me."Sarah?" I whispered, approaching her cautiously.My legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot, but I forced myself to move closer. William's presence faded into the background, irrelevant to the only thing that mattered – Sarah.I gently sat beside her, my hand reaching out to brush away the strands of hair clinging to her forehead. Her skin felt cold and clammy."Sarah," I whispered, my voice trembling.Her eyelids fluttered open, and our gazes met. For a moment, I saw a glimmer of recognition, a spark of life.But it was fleeting.Her eyes, once bright and full of laughter, now seemed dull and lifeless."Sarah, please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Talk to me.""Sarah!" William, who had finally broken out of his stupor, rushed over to her side, shaking her gently, completely disregarding my presence.Then he froze, staring at Sarah, as the
XAVIER'S POV"Daddy, when is Sarah coming back?" Elizabeth had asked after I had watched as William's car disappeared, taking Sarah away from me. My heart felt like it had been ripped out. I couldn't believe I had to let her go.But I knew it was necessary. William's anger and determination to keep us apart were palpable.I crouched down to meet Elizabeth's height, her big brown eyes filled with concern. "Soon, sweetie. Sarah needs to go for now." I offered a reassuring smile."Where's William, her dad?" Harper chimed in, her brow furrowing. "Did the two of them leave?"I glanced up at Harper, who stood beside Hayden, his expression serious as if they were interrogating me.I let out a sigh and tried to simplify the truth. "Like I said, they're gone, but—" I was interrupted by Elizabeth whining. Her face scrunched up. "Why did Sarah leave without telling us? This is so unlike her."I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "Sometimes, grown-ups need to figure things out. She
With my curiosity piqued, I got off the bed and made my way to the door. Walking down the hallway, the sound of heels clinking on the floor grew louder, making me even more curious about who had come to visit. Ever since I moved in, we’ve never had visitors, and that thought only fueled my curiosity.I entered the living room only to find a woman and my father walking from the door. My father’s gentle smile was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air moments before.Seriously? So I am the only downer here who won't get what she wants. I scoffed and quietly strode towards them.My eyes remained fixed on the lady, and I couldn’t help but keep my mouth wide open as I saw her intimate with my father. Her lips were pressed against my father's, and he responded with equal fervor, completely oblivious to my presence.So he has a girlfriend in Paris, huh?Way to go, Father; only you deserve happiness.I felt a mix of disgust and betrayal surging through me. I’ve learned to use
"Welcome to my humble abode. Don't you like the view?" My father's cheerful voice cut through my thoughts. Again. He kept interrupting my moping with his unnecessary small talk and fake enthusiasm. Can't he see I'm still reeling from the pain he's caused?I forced a glance around the luxurious penthouse apartment, trying to appear unimpressed. To be honest, it was quite breathtaking, but I wouldn't say it."It's nice, Father," I said flatly, my voice devoid of enthusiasm.My father's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered."I'm glad you like it. You'll be comfortable—""Cut the small talk,I wasn't done talking." I spat, cutting him off. I chuckled, still glancing around. "It's just that it's missing something."My father, sensing my fake enthusiasm, leaned close with a smile. "What do you think is missing?"A mischievous grin spread across my face as I replied, "My happiness."My father's smile froze, his eyes widening, caught off guard by my true intention."Sarah, co
I turned and walked away, leaving Xavier behind. My father's suffocating grip on my arm guided me toward the car. I felt numb, my heart heavy. As we drove away, I glanced back at the duplex, the building fading away. There wasn't any sight of Xavier, and it hurt to sense he was giving up. Or isn't he? I really don’t know. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to the girls; they would be devastated when they wake up without me beside them. This can't be happening. "We're going to Paris, Sarah. You'll be safe there. We're better off without him." My father's voice cut through my thoughts. His words felt like acid in my throat. I turned to him, my face twisted in a mix of anger and desperation. "Safe from what, Father?" I demanded. My father's expression remained unyielding. "From Xavier. From his influence on you." I felt a surge of indignation. "You don't even know him," I spat. "And you claim he is your best friend." My father's grip on the steering wheel tighte
SARAH'S POV"Father, what are you doing!" I rushed over to Xavier's side and cupped his cheek, blood trickling out of his nose. My eyes locked onto my father's scrunched-up face, his eyes blazing with fury."Get away from him, Sarah!" he growled.But I stood firm, my heart racing. "You're hurting him!" I pleaded, my eyes welling up. "How could you do this, Father?"Xavier's eyes fluttered open, and he winced."Sarah, I'm fine," he whispered.My father's face twisted in disgust."Don't talk to her, Xavier. You've done enough damage."I felt a surge of anger. I never expected this kind of reaction from him."That's not true! I did the damage!" I said, my voice firm as I walked towards him. "It was me who fell for him first, so if you're angry, then pour it on me."My father's gaze snapped back to me, and I could see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes."Sarah, I didn't expect this from... both of you," he said, his voice soft with a layer of pain and betrayal. "I trusted him."I sto
WILLIAM'S POVI didn't know what was taking Xavier so long to open the door after telling me he would open it in a minute. A minute had turned into an eternity."Xavier!" I called again, attempting to knock on the door again, but it opened, revealing Xavier's wry smile."Hey," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Why are you here?"My brow furrowed. "Didn't you hear what I said? I said I need help. That's why I came. Now will you let me come in?" I said and gently pushed him out of the way, letting myself in.I tossed the towel I was holding onto his bed and turned to meet his surprised, perhaps shocked, expression."Why are you here with the towel?" he asked, chuckling."Sorry for disturbing you. I wanted to take a late-night bath, but my water system isn't working," I explained, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, despite the curiosity brewing inside me."Water system's out? Figured I'd use yours. Hope that's okay."Xavier's raised eyebrow and amused smile hinted that h