+ I open my eyes, after being shaken awake by my aunt. She tells me that she needs me to get up because there are two people looking for me. At first, I wasn't pleased, but then she saw that the woman had a resemblance to... God, it's Harry's mother again. In a couple of minutes, I am ready to receive the unexpected visitors. I descend a couple of stairs and finally arrive at the entertainment room. "Good evening..." but I lose my train of thought when I see that there are two of them waiting for me: Pamela and the old lady. "Nice house," the woman says as she gets up from the comfortable couch. "Well, thank you for having us. I'll be brief because this environment is toxic," she says with a shrill voice like that of a Pekingese dog. "There's a problem, neither of you is invited to my house," I clear my throat, preparing to shout. "Aunt, you can call the police. They are not allowed to enter, there is already a video and I don't think this will be an exception," I raise my voice a
+ALEXANDRA+ After that fight with those two witches, my aunt comforted me and told me a thousand times that she won't leave, that it was advisable for us to leave this place and look for another quiet place, that there was no need to stay here, besides, she hasn't bought the house yet. She's scared, and I understand her, but she also has to understand that I can't go through life running away. That woman wants to provoke me, and she has succeeded, but I also have an ace up my sleeve, and I'm not willing to back down. To calm her down, I had to tell her that this won't end there, that Harry has to know, that his mother has gone too far. Pufff... Although I don't know if he can be told, not when it's about his mother. As I was about to fall asleep, I found out that Pamela had returned to my house, but this time she was accompanied by my direct boss. I told my aunt she could leave me alone with those two and if anything happened, she should not hesitate to call the police. My aunt,
"Hey, that lady is my aunt. She's defending me and not saying anything about those three. Ugh, my aunt is good, but as an enemy... it's better to have her as a friend. "She's absolutely right. I'd like to know more about the topic because I'm her new boss, and I don't understand why she was moved from an area where she's good, although I'm not saying the area she's in now is bad since she's just starting. "What can you do for her? Once again, I invite you to make yourselves comfortable. I think this conversation will be long because you have to know a lot, and I know little. "Her niece has everything in her hands. My recommendation is that she doesn't resign. She hasn't done anything wrong, and she can't do whatever they want. "She's speaking in plural. I think many people are confused. I'm not the right person to address this issue, but her relationship with Harry Green is formal. My niece doesn't want everything to... "Aunt, it's not the right time." "Of course, it's the right
+ "Are you sure, Harry?" his friend asks. We've been talking with Harper, Harry's friend, for an hour now, but this time it's not at the club, it's at his house. How did I get here? Harry pulled me out of my house in a hurry and didn't let me change or explain anything to everyone there, I still don't remember how I got out of there. My aunt didn't ask any questions, and that helped Harry get me out of my own house. I'm still in shock, I haven't been able to say anything, and my head is spinning, I want to say no because everything is crazy, but a part of me wants to say yes, letting myself be carried away by the feeling. This man is completely crazy, and even more so because he brought me with his friend, that man who is none other than the lawyer, and his friend at the same time. A lawyer owns a nightclub! "We're both sure of what we're going to do or tell me, if Doubting Harry came to your sanctuary, you know I'm not one to bother you, no, you're the one who always comes to m
+ "The father says, 'May the Lord confirm with His goodness this consent that you have expressed before the Church and grant you His abundant blessing. What God has joined together, let no one separate.' Ah, Harper has gotten her way. I don't have a wedding dress like any other bride would have wanted, but I do have white pants, a completely embroidered shirt with a long train behind it, and not to forget the pointed high heels. It's the only combination her friend could find for the occasion. Now it was my turn to take the initiative, to throw myself at those lips that belong only to me. I am his woman, his friend, his confidant, his wife. His wife! Thank you, my God in heaven. Without you, I wouldn't have had this opportunity. Thank you for always being by my side. I am Alexandra de Green!!! Harry keeps surprising me. I never expected that today would be my wedding day, and especially not a double one, not to mention that he also brings another ring box. What? I am left with my m
+ I try to smile at life after the madness I've committed. The plans we had have unexpectedly changed. My aunt called me on the phone and asked me to come back. She wants to know how I am and what I plan to do regarding the man who has taken me to the altar. I asked Harry if he could go to the company or tidy up whatever he needs to, while I would talk to my aunt and confess the madness that we both have committed. He reluctantly agreed and brought me home. I said goodbye to him and waited for him to leave before entering. "Hey, everything seems to be okay," I was startled by my aunt's hand on my waist. "You have to tell me what happened. Why did you leave? We waited for you for so long, but then..." "I'm sorry, but a lot of things happened that you need to know now." "You're scaring me. I won't even wait for us to get inside. Tell me what's going on?" She took me by the arm and shook me. "Alexandra, please don't make me lose my mind, not now." Her gaze made my whole body trembl
It's a stupid question, how could I ask right when it already started? He presses his body against mine and grabs my butt to pull me towards him until our bodies are tightly together. He sways his hips while still looking at me. The palpitations of my sex are almost painful, and I think I'm going to lose my mind if he keeps doing it. I want to ask him to pick up the pace and get to the moment when he penetrates me. Looking into my eyes, he raises a hand and places the palm just below my throat. Very delicately and smoothly, he slides the palm of his hand between my breasts until he reaches my stomach while watching me, ardent and delicious. Oh my God! I arch my back and bring my chest closer to him. He smiles and lowers his mouth to suck on one of my nipples with force. When he raises a hand to massage the other breast, I moan and throw my head back. "Hmmm..." I moan as I feel his erection hard as steel, and he squeezes me between my legs. I don't know what to do. I want to savor
+ After a few minutes, I managed to leave the room and meet up with my aunt and Harry. I settled comfortably into one of the armchairs in the living room, accidentally letting out a loud sigh as I looked around, which caught Harry's attention. He asked me what was wrong, while my aunt glanced at me from the corner of her eye and apologized to us, saying that she would bring some snacks, even though it was already lunchtime. Harry reacted by telling her it wasn't necessary, since the three of us were going on a trip, and there was no need to do anything else except prepare our suitcases. Before a debate about the infinitive could ensue, I told my aunt that she could pack her bags, that I would never allow her to stay behind, and if she refused, then I would refuse to let her travel with the beloved family. I emphasized the last part, as she knew I didn't like her visiting those kinds of people, but she was insistent, and I couldn't do anything about it. My aunt nodded and wasted no
+ "Don't even think I'll let you be with that bastard," I advanced until I was just a few centimeters from her, pushing her against the door as she tried to leave. I held her face in my hands and pinned her body with my weight. I brought my nose to her soft hair, inhaling deeply, as rage and desire combined into an intoxicating and explosive cocktail. Without thinking, I captured her lips with mine and our teeth clashed, but I managed to deepen the kiss. Mentally, I screamed in triumph as I felt her arms entwine in my hair. She growled against my mouth, allowing me to delve deeper. She let go and entwined her tongue with mine. I loved it. Her voracity was unexpected. Desire set my body on fire like wildfire. It was strange, I felt that I desired her and she desired me. With a burst of dominance, I grunted and held her by the throat with one hand while we kissed. With the hand that was free, I traveled down her body, discovering her curves; her breasts, her waist, her ass. Feeling
+ +HARRY+ Opening my eyes, a huge smile takes over my face as I feel the satisfaction of seeing her sleeping like the angel she is. Being close to her body gives me the opportunity to get closer to her, taking the form of a spoon. We have stayed on the couch. A deep sigh comes out of me, it's been a long time since I felt something like this, she has given herself to me without restrictions. Our bodies surrendered to each other and, thirsty for desire, we satisfied ourselves with pleasure. Control was everything for both of us, it had been that way for a long time. An ironic smile appeared on my lips when I supposed that our relationship was only going to be a temporary intimacy or would lead to the resignation of our marriage, but everything did not turn out as we had planned, no, now she belongs to me, she is my wife, and she will not stop being so. I am torn between fury and my other passive self, I do not want to continue seeing how she plays with our marriage... I have to b
I want to escape, Harper has left us alone once again, promising that no one will interrupt us this time. "This is my fucking life, Harry. Stop interfering," my voice breaks, and I feel myself becoming emotional. "That's why I'm asking you to let me go. We can finish this conversation another time." I fall silent as I see him approaching me, stopping for a fraction of a second so that our bodies and breath are close to each other. "Have you stopped loving me?" he asks softly, and I close my mouth and shake my head. "Well, I knew it," he says as he inhales deeply near my neck. Nervously, I moisten my lips, and a moan escapes me involuntarily. "You'll never get from him what I could give you." He cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him, and we share a moment of eye contact. "Stop being presumptuous," I murmur, and he lowers his hands to my waist, lifting me up to kiss me. He presses his warm lips against mine, and I hold onto him tightly when I feel his tongue enter
But no, I can't continue, I have to finally realize that Emmanuel is my life now. Shit, all of this is causing me to falter, to crumble, and not think things through. "Come here," his voice is low, and his mysterious gaze drives me crazy. I don't waste any time and slowly approach him. "On your knees," I steady my breathing. No, I have to stand firm, I can't fall because that would be a betrayal. "No, this would be..." "I would never treat you like a whore, and I don't even think that way." I have to resist, but a part of me wants to comply. My other self would kneel before him, and run my hands down the front of his hips without breaking our gaze. Watching as this man masturbates in front of me. No...! I can't be thinking about it, I can't do it. My other self betrays me, imagining what I could do if I fall before him. I see myself opening my mouth, and parting my lips, while at the same time bringing my hands to the back of his legs to grip his thighs. Ah, I melt at the
+ALEXANDRA+ I'm feeling kind of regretful because things aren't going as planned. Harry isn't taking things well, the conversation has gone off in another direction, and I don't feel comfortable talking about my personal life, especially after hearing how he blatantly denies his relationship with the woman his mother has always wanted him to be with. Dylan showed me some pictures, and now I feel like I've been living a lie! I'm so stupid for coming to him without considering the consequences. What's wrong with me? I didn't waste any time telling him that he's the father of two wonderful little ones. It's not a lie, but obviously, he's not going to take it well, thinking that I took away months of his time with his children. These past few years have been full of ups and downs for me. The changes were tremendously radical, simply because I had two babies forming inside me. It wasn't just one, as the damn ultrasound showed. In the end, it was two. A lot of things went through my min
No, this seems like a blessed movie or a dramatic novel! "This is a fucking joke, this cheap speech, nobody believes it, you're hearing yourself right," I burst out laughing after hearing a lot of shit from her. "You're talking about how I'm the guilty one and that it's better for you to be away with someone else than with me." "Your reaction is normal, but that's how things are. It was difficult for me to understand, but the truth is that everything was true. We let ourselves be carried away by what we felt, all without considering the consequences of our actions," she looks away after taking a deep breath. "I'll step aside, it's not like I'm taking something away from you that you never had," she crosses her legs after leaning back on the couch. "I'm sorry, I'm introducing myself now because I had to fulfill what I promised, two years without hearing from you." I can see that smile that is hard to appreciate with her lost gaze. I am petrified as I process everything she is saying
+ +HARRY+ Time has passed slowly for some, but quickly for others... I have been waiting for the woman who pierced my heart to the core to appear, but I have stopped searching for her again and asking about her because things have taken another direction. I have clung to work like never before, I can't handle myself, she has left me. These past two years have been eternal for me, thinking about her, what has become of her? What is she doing? Who is she with? Has she married? Many questions go through my mind day and night, overwhelming and torturing me at the same time. It's unfair what she has done, she has taken away my right to be with my son, it's not just abandonment, no, it's all about her cruelty, taking away my right to know and be with my son. I have tried to forget her and make this pain go away as quickly as possible. It's clear to me that women don't fulfill me, none of them can compare to Alexandra, and I'm definitely tired of that, it's better to stop before I go cra
+ Waking up abruptly, I rub my eyes and glance around. Memories flood back, and I start to comprehend where I am, standing still and processing everything. Oh God, I'm wearing gray silk shorts and a matching silk tank top. He took my clothes off! He saw me naked! Damn, pervert! I'll kill him if he violated me. My phone! What time is it? I swing off the bed and see a pair of low sandals underneath it, I put them on without hesitation. Where is my clothes? I search with my GPS eyes. I look for my wallet. Shit! I left it in the car. I start to panic and try to think of how I'll get out of this house. How will I leave if I don't know where I am? You'll pay for this, you possessive man, I don't give a shit that you're a sexy man and my friend at the same time. Without thinking any further, I decide to leave the room and get lost in this unknown place, although I won't deny that it's magical and cozy. I stealthily walk out like a cautious thief, to my surprise, the entire place is desert
Dylan took my hand and pulled me out of the office. I tried to break free from him, but the more I struggled, the tighter he squeezed my hand. I could tell he was furious, and his anger was palpable. Control! I had to control myself because if I didn't, I would lose my head along with him. I couldn't stand a man controlling me, let alone one who was so possessive. We quickly left the house. "You're too manipulative," I said. I'm sure his sister will wonder where I went. What will I tell her? It's all so unfair, I try to stay away from sin and temptation, but they keep pulling me back in. I complain of pain, but it doesn't stop him. I want to scream, but it would be stupid to do so. "It's time to go," he exclaimed authoritatively. "Wait..." Oh my God! It's his sister... I try to let go of Dylan's hand, but the idiot won't let me. I feel like I'm going to faint, I'm begging the universe to swallow me up or take me away. "Do you need anything, sister?" he spoke dryly. "Where are y