Ricardo sat on the bed concentrating on the files before him, when in reality he was bothered by Alana. It was early in the morning and the woman woke up before him. She was busy humming to a tune while she fixed her hair. “Umm…are you going somewhere?” He asked, pushing his laptop away. Alana, who heard him, nodded without even looking back. Ricardo frowned at her behavior. She was looking gorgeous in the red office dress. “Where to?” He asked, this time Alana glanced back and tossed the hairbrush on the table. “Work… I need to go and take care of my work…” she said and walked back to the bed. She picked up a document he dropped and placed it on the bed. “I said I'd help out…you don't have to stress,” Ricardo muttered, not sure why she was going to work. He told her he'd take care of it. “Ricky, you have your work…this is something I have to handle myself,” she chuckled while shaking her head and gesturing at his breakfast “Breakfast is getting cold” she proceeded to the closet.
"Mmm, ah…that's…Ricky…That's enough," Alana stammered in between kisses and tried to keep Ricardo off her. It was too much, but the man sucked on her bottom lip before he moved away "What?" He whispered while stroking her chin, he could taste her juices at the tip of his tongue."Did…you call me here for this?" Alana mumbled with a gasp when the man spread her legs with his hand and I served two fingers in her. The ecstasy building in. She was sore but couldn't help but arch her hips upwards. "Is it a crime," he leaned down and initiated a kiss. Alana kissed him back but pulled away."Y-yeah…this…ahh!" She cried out at the feel of an orgasm building up. He already tortured her but Ricardo looked like he was in the mood."I missed my wife," he mumbled and thrust in even more, massaging her clit and giving her the pleasure she was craving for."I have work to attend to," Alana finally said a full sentence but bit her lower lip when the man added another finger. She could feel him goin
Alana's smile grew even bigger as she watched Vincent work wonders. He was passionate about his work. Alana couldn't help but stare at him in anticipation. His knowledge of graphic work amazed Alana. His moves were flawless as he punched the keys of his laptop. “All we need is a perfect logo…a little touch here and there, and we are good to go,” he kept saying as he worked. Explaining his work in the process.“I know it's horrible…let's just say, this is my idea” Vincent said, raising his head to look at Alana, but was startled when he found her staring at him. “Umm, everything okay?” Vincent asked hesitantly. Alana, who was too immense in Vincent's artwork, shook her head but then nodded.“Well, yes… I mean, it's cool… I love it,” She said, clearing her throat awkwardly and walking around the table. “Oh okay…anyway I'm sure with this…you'll be unstoppable,” Vincent added with a smile.“I thought you gave up on your dreams,” Alana said as she sat down. Vincent remained standing, but
Alana sat quietly in bed while Ricardo inspected her belly and every part of her body. The man seemed worried, as if he was the one pregnant. “Ricardo, the doctor said I'm okay,” she said, breaking the silence in the room. The man seemed not to hear her because he was busy caressing her belly. He leaned down as if trying to hear something. “Does it hurt when I press here,” he muttered and raised his head. For a second, Alana wanted to laugh but knew how serious the matter was.“No, it was just a minor pain…the doctor said it's normal,” Alana said awkwardly and attempted to leave the bed, but Ricardo shoved her down gently.“It's not minor…you know how risky this is…” Ricardo said with a frown and sat upright. Alana couldn't help but lower her head and played with her hands.“Ah, okay, fine…but you shouldn't worry… I'm okay,” Alana remarked, admitting defeat, it was pointless to argue with Ricardo. He didn't say a word to her but stared at her for a great amount of time and held her
"This is crazy!" Alana exclaimed in frustration and rose from the bed and sat back down. Brigitte was busy munching on popcorn while she fixed her eyes on the heated auction going on. "I knew rich men existed in the world but…man this is crazy," Brigitte commented with a grin and stuffed her mouth with more popcorn. Alana glanced at her with a glare."That man bidding higher is my husband," Alana yelled as if making a statement. Brigitte frowned and paused what she was doing."And he's going to win…but that other man won't give up so easily" Brigitte mouthed only for Alana to slam her fist on the bed."What's the point huh…why does he want that company so much?" She was wondering why Ricardo joined the auction. He didn't need Rocco's company. "Relax okay…I'm sure he knows what he's doing," Brigitte said, telling her friend not to get stressed. Alana was already stressed. Ricardo wasn't seeing what she was seeing. It was clear. The brown-haired man was trying to provoke Ricardo. She
(Alana) "Careful madam…" Becky said while helping me get out of the car. Of course, I didn't know why they were all treating me as if I was disabled. "Yes madam, I'll hold Santiago," this time it was Mrs Marks who came with Santiago. I smiled and adjusted the floral dress I was wearing. As per the doctor's instructions. I had to refrain from wearing heels. "No problem…I can hold him," I said, grabbing Santiago's hand and pulling him to me "You okay?" I whispered to Santiago with a smile and he nodded and held my hand tightly. "Dennis, are you sure your boss…isn't coming?" I said turning to Dennis who drove us to the baby store. Seeing how hesitant he was, I guessed as much. "No madam, sir said he'll join once he's done with the meeting," Dennis replied with a bow. Of course, I understood. I didn't have to ask how many meetings he was having. "Come, baby, let's get you some new clothes…and your little sister," I said, coaxing Santiago so we could go inside the store. As expect
After a hot soothing bath, Alana stood in front of the mirror fixing her wet hair. She could feel the cold breeze sipping through the window. A rush of adrenaline kicked in. So many thoughts were running through her mind. Her phone didn't stop vibrating. Brigitte didn't stop asking her about Vincent and their relationship. ("Is he your lover boy from before?") She read a message from Brigitte. Alana scoffed disdainfully."Where is this coming from, Vince is my best friend" she didn't see any problem in being friends with Vincent. ("Remember you are a married woman…we don't want Ricardo misunderstanding your relationship ") Brigitte sent another one. This time Alana was speechless. She was certain Ricardo was smart enough not to make such assumptions. ("I'll come to your office, now good night") she sent a text message to her friend and placed her phone on the table. She picked up her hairbrush and continued combing her hair. There was the opening and closing of the door. She didn'
Alana's gaze shifted from Vincent then to Julius. The fact that Vincent brought Julius as some partner made Alana furious. "I…I didn't know…Alana, I'm sorry I…" Vincent stammered and lowered his gaze. Alana wasn't having it."Mr Salvatore I admire your enthusiasm…I appreciate your generosity…but I can't accept this," Alana said professionally knowing she wasn't going to get involved with the likes of Julius. The fact that he was Rocco's brother made it even worse."Mrs Romero…I sympathize with you on what happened to you…but I can assure you I'm not my brother…" Julius said after a long sip of water. His eyes were fixed on Alana although she didn't even dare look at him."If you don't trust me I can prove myself…I won't rush you…take your time but just know I only have the best interests at heart," Julius added more calmly, his long fingers circling the thin crystal flute as he waited for Alana to respond. Her silence meant two things, one she didn't trust him which was obvious. The