"Where is it?" Alana muttered in frustration as she kept going through Ricardo's cabinets in his study room. She already searched their bedroom for anything fishy but the man knew how to hide his tracks."That damned man is seeing another woman," she let out a low growl and straightened up. She dramatically wiped the sweat from her forehead and scanned the room. It was irritating to look for something so desperately yet not find it. Either way, her wife's instincts wouldn't lie. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Ricardo was acting strange. Or was it because she was pregnant? Did she look so fat or ugly?"Ah!" Alana slammed her fist on the table and bit her lower lip. Maybe it was it. She scanned herself carefully and nothing was wrong. "Am I fat? Or is my face so wrinkly," she touched her face dramatically but nothing seemed out of place. She heard some men tended to stay away from their wives when they got pregnant. Did this mean Ricardo was also disgusted by her? Think
(Alana)I scanned the black card handed to me and then glanced up at Ricardo. He didn't say a word, but simply shoved the card in my hand and turned to do whatever he had been doing.“What's this for?” I asked again, having no idea why he was giving me his black card. He shrugged and started arranging his suit. I stared at him for a while.“Ricardo, what are you planning, huh,” I asked and walked around the bed to get my purse when Ricardo caught me from behind. I was a little startled, but soon smiled when the man planted a soft kiss on my neck.“You smell delightful,” he murmured while kissing me for a while. His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine.“Ricardo, that's enough… I'm certain… Bri is waiting,” I said in between breaths while I tried to control myself. Just a touch from the man sent me over the edge. But I had a whole day planned out for Santiago and me.“I'm sure others can wait.” He whispered and slowly turned me around, so we were facing each other. His arm snaked aro
Ricardo smiled as he arranged things on the table. Checking if the place was decorated as he wanted. It took some time to gather everything, including what his wife loved. Especially what she left back home in Italy. All he wanted was to make it up to her. Celebrate her birthday and assured her he would always be there for her. The bedroom was ready. He decided to have a little gathering at his farmhouse. Away from distractions. “Will she love this,” he muttered with a smile and scattered some rose petals on the bed? He had some candles placed in clear water bowls and arranged in a heart shape. In the middle of the room. “That's done,” he said with a smile, and placed the candles to the sides. He looked around and exhaled in relief. Glancing at his wristwatch, it was nearing evening. He made sure Alana was distracted for the day and did not get tired from work. The night was going to be a special one. For the first time, he was feeling nervous. “Damn it…why isn't she answering,” Ri
Alana's eyes were getting blurry by the second. Rocco had taken her from the bed to the sitting area. She thought he would let her go, but he kept her restrained. Looking at him, Alana saw nothing but a crazy person. She was married, for goodness' sake. “It's your birthday… I want you to enjoy it…do you like the dress,” Rocco asked with a smile and glanced over at her? Of course, Alana had nothing to say. No matter what, she wasn't going to give him what he wanted.“I only want…what's best for you,” he added and held out the small knife, Alana kept her gaze away from him. Her silence made Rocco angry. But he kept his cool. She would come around soon, and now he was only trying to protect her and make her happy. “Everything I'm doing is…”“Just let me go! I don't want you!” Alana should for the first time that Rocco was startled by her outburst. She looked up, and her eyes were filled with hatred, “I don't love you, how many times should I say it?” She yelled again, this time she ke
The night was still young as per what Ricardo said. Without even considering her opinion. The man led her out of the room after making sure she was okay. It was a cold night, the sky was dark and blank with no signs of stars. Alana felt cold all over, but with Ricardo's warmth. She smiled faintly and awaited what the man had for her.“Ricardo, this…” Alana said and stumbled a little, but Ricardo secured her balance. “Careful, we are almost there,” he muttered and led her down the few stairs left. He blinded and folded her; hence Alana couldn't see a thing. Either way, her heart was racing. With each step, she took. She could feel the anxiety building up.“Just a little more…that's it…” the man said, breaking her trail of thoughts. Alana didn't take a step further but stood in place.“What is it, Ricardo,” she loved surprises in the past, but why was she feeling nervous? Ricardo chuckled and made sure the place was good when he went to stand behind her.“It's my wife's birthday… I'm n
Ricardo's eyes flashed with rage as he went through the business proposal for his wife. He didn't mean to pry, but he just wanted to help his wife. But finding out her so-called college friend was the one wanting to be partners with her made him feel uneasy.“Why are you upset, huh… Vincent Reyes is young and talented…besides, you and his father are acquaintances,” Camilo said with a smack on the table. His lips quivered upwards, but Ricardo only massaged his temples and shoved the file away.“I'm not upset…she's my wife…why should I?” It was ridiculous for Camilo to say he was upset because of a random man. Of course, he didn't know that Reyes's son knew his wife.“Childhood friends, sweetheart and all are just some immature things… I'm sure there's nothing to worry about,” Camilo chuckled, not sure why he found Ricardo's predicament to be funny. Either way, the man's look was priceless. “Just chill Ricky, it's not healthy to get jealous…” Camilo added when Ricardo didn't say a word
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