Third party pov
Sunlight was pouring into Stella's room as she woke up the next morning. She rolled off the bed and stood up on the floor.As she stepped underneath the shower, the water was delightfully warm against her skin. She dunked her head under the spray. Warm water always felt so good to her.Standing naked and alone in the shower, her mind started to wander to the events of the previous day. Mr. Lockwood's cock in her face, long and hard turning her on completely.As these thoughts filled her mind, she realized how incredibly horny she was again. Stella's left hand reached up, almost involuntarily, to her breast, sliding across her hardening nipples as she replayed the previous day in her mind.Her right hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing her clit, which was already aching for attention. Attention from Adrian's dick in particular, she knew it was wrong lusting off her boss but she couldn't help it.She wanStella's povI hesitated before knocking on the door hearing Adrian telling me to 'come in'. Upon entering the room he was busy with his work not sparing me a glance."Good morning, Mr. Lockwood." I said.Mr. Lockwood's voice broke through the air, and he casually suggested, "Stella, stop with the 'Mr. Lockwood.' Just call me Adrian." His request caught me off guard, and I sheepishly replied, "Sorry, Mr. Lockwood-uh, Adrian."Seizing the moment, Adrian inquired, "How are you doing?" I mustered a smile and replied, "Fine, thank you." Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "And how about you?"His response was a simple "fine," and as I prepared to take my leave, I shared, "Well, it's the weekend, so I'll be back on Monday." Adrian nodded, offering a wish for a good weekend. However, in an unexpected twist, he then added, "But don't get too excited, no club-hopping and getting drunk." I was taken aback. Curiosity crept into m
"Stella!""Lyra!" We cheered happily greeting each other as she pulled me along to have a seat on the sofa. I had just walked through the front door of our apartment."So, what have you been up to lately?" I asked."Nothing other than the usual of searching for a damn job or a man that is willing to be my sugar daddy." I chuckled hearing Lyra's words."So?""So what?""Don't play dumb Stella, did you or did you not find out which one of the handsome Lockwood brothers took your virginity?" Lyra asked."I'm still questioning whether or not my virginity was actually taken by a Lockwood." I told her truthfully.On one hand Adrian seemed just like the man I slept with, even the sensation he gave me just by our touch was enough to make me believe so, yet it would be impossible considering he can't walk."Well then, I have an idea," Lyra said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's go to the club tonight. Maybe we'll find your mystery man there. It's worth a shot, right?"I felt my stomach
My phone blared, jolting me awake from a deep slumber. I fumbled to answer, and Gretchen's voice greeted me, calm but with an air of significance, as she shared unexpected news."Stella, it's Gretchen." She says, my memory foggy as I tried to remember who is Gretchen."Gretchen?" I thought to myself."Mr. Lockwood had a high fever and was taken to the hospital. He's back home now, as his caregiver, I'm just calling you to let you know." She spoke and immediately I shot up from my bed."What?!"Shock and concern gripped me as I processed the abrupt shift from his seemingly good health just a day ago. The revelation hung in the air, and concern immediately flooded my mind as a wave of pain shot through my head.What the heck happened last night? And how the heck had I reached home? I quickly ran to the bathroom checking my undergarments and thankfully nothing had happened.All I remember was going at the club but that's it. Had Lyra taken me home?!Rushing to Lyra's room she was sound a
I placed a rag on Adrian's forehead, his intense gaze lingered on me, observing my every move. Suddenly, his eyes darted downward.Following his gaze, my cheeks flamed as I realized his keen interest in my unintentional reveal – a button had been accidentally pulled, drawing attention to my cleavage. My boobs on full display for him to see.As I started to rise to fix my clothes, Adrian's hand unexpectedly snaked around my waist. Tingles surged through my body as he effortlessly pulled me down onto the bed, positioning me slightly on top of him.The sudden closeness sent a jolt through the room, leaving an electric tension that seemed to defy the professional boundaries we once had.Wriggling beneath Adrian's firm hold, I attempted to free myself, but his hand remained resolute. Feeling a flush of heat, I asked, "W-what are you doing?" Foolishly stuttering in the process.The air in the room crackled with an unspoken tension, and I couldn't help but wonder where this unexpected turn w
Gabriella's povsSebastian had barely finished his shower when I stormed into his bedroom, my anger radiating like a storm about to unleash its fury. I couldn't contain the frustration coursing through me, and I needed someone to take my angry on.Sebastian, wrapped in just a towel and seemingly unfazed, looked at me with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "What's got you so fired up?" he asked, as if the situation were some kind of joke.Despite my anger and frustration, I couldn't help but notice how inviting and alluring Sebastian looked, standing there in nothing but a towel. His presence had a way of pulling me in, even when I was seething with irritation.It was a conflicting mix of emotions – the anger towards Adrian's caretaker clashing with the undeniable attraction I felt for Sebastian. I tried to push aside those thoughts, focusing on my frustration with the situation at hand.I paced the room, my agitation boiling over. "Your brother's caretaker! She's the fucking problem,"
Stella's povI felt the warmth of soft kisses trailing along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The gentle caresses ignited a fire within me, and I couldn't help but moan softly. As the kisses grew more fervent, the world around me faded, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of passion in its wake.My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest as we laid in bed together. I could barely breathe, thinking Adrian was about to tear my clothes off.But he surprised me when he flashed the most disarming smile and slowly traced a finger from my ankle up to my thigh, teasing me with soft little strokes, getting closer and closer to where I desperately needed him."I need you to tell me that this is what you want," he said, holding me captive with his stormy silver eyes.Nodding my head, and anxiously licking my lips, that had suddenly gone dry, "Yes," I told him. "I really want this with you." And I honestly did. Though it seemed a little crazy, even to me, because I don't think I
Entering Adrian's boardroom felt like stepping into a world of corporate elegance. The room exuded an air of power and sophistication, with its sleek design and polished surfaces. I marveled at the grandeur of the space, realizing that this was where significant business decisions took shape.Adrian had asked me to accompany him, providing a glimpse into the professional side of his life. It was a stark contrast to the intimate moments we had shared, making it easier to momentarily push aside the memory of the morning's unexpected closeness.The massive table at the center of the room caught my attention, the sleek surface seemingly ready to host crucial discussions and strategic planning.The high-backed leather chairs surrounding it added an aura of authority, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement being present in such a prestigious setting.My gaze wandered to the large windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. It was a reminder that the decisions made
As the lady handed me my freshly minted passport from the passport agency, I felt a surge of gratitude and mumbled a sincere "Thank you." with a dreamy inflection in my voice, I remarked, "I can't believe you're going to France."The excitement and disbelief mirrored my own sentiments as the prospect of the upcoming trip began to sink in. France, a place I had only dreamed of visiting, now lay within the pages of this small, official booklet. It was a surreal moment.Adrian had spared me a few minutes to get the process done. Thankfully because of his connections I was able to get through in mere minutes. Everything was upfront which made the process a lot easier.Lyra's eyes sparkled with mischief as she suggested, "Why not set me up with Mr. Lockwood, the handsome brother?"I chuckled, dismissing the idea, "We're not that close. I only work for Mr. Lockwood. Nothing more." I assured her.My thoughts drifting to the secret affair I had stumbled upon between Sebastian and Gabriella. H
Stella's Pov.I paced nervously outside the hospital room, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my jacket as the sounds of Gabriella’s labor echoed through the closed door. Adrian had gone in, of course. She’d asked for him to be there, to hold her hand while she brought their baby into the world. I bit the inside of my cheek, my mind racing. Gabriella had to have planned this. There’s no way she didn’t—having the baby now, just before Adrian and I were supposed to leave for the trip. She was always doing something to keep us apart.Such a bitch.I tried to shake off the thought, but it lingered, settling in like a bitter taste I couldn’t get rid of. I wanted to hate her for it. But more than anything, I hated how powerless I felt standing out here, waiting. Adrian’s going to be a father.A father.Pride swelled in my chest. I was happy for him&mdash
Sebastian's pov.I sat inside the room, checking my watch for the hundredth time. Any minute now, he'd arrive. Adrian's time had finally run out, and the Lockwood empire was about to change hands.A smirk played on my lips as I thought about Adrian, off on his business trip with Stella. How convenient. When he returns, he'll walk right into the shock of his life. Everything he thinks he owns will now be mine.My mind wandered to Gabriella, heavily pregnant with what Adrian believes is his child. Oh, brother, if only you knew. Soon, she'll be handing that baby over to me instead.I've always been jealous of my big brother, something that I'd never like to admit. How he'd always manage to be the favorite. Outperform m
I'm nestled comfortably in bed, propped up against a mountain of pillows, with Adrian's strong arm wrapped around me. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and pastries fills the air, mingling with Adrian's cologne."Open up," Adrian says softly, holding a forkful of fluffy scrambled eggs to my lips. I oblige, savoring the taste and the intimacy of the moment.It's been four days since we arrived for this "business trip," though we've spent more time in this room than anywhere else. I can't help but smile, thinking about how attentive and loving Adrian has been. It's almost easy to forget the complications waiting for us back home."What's that smile for?" Adrian asks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Just thinking about how perfect this is. How perfect you've been."Adrian kisses the top of my head. "You deserve to be pampered, my love. The three of you do," he adds, his free hand gently caressing my swollen belly.As if on cue, I fee
Gabriella's povI pace the length of my room, fury coursing through my veins. How dare he? How dare Adrian go on a two-week business trip with that homewrecker Stella while I'm seven months pregnant with his child? Our child. The audacity of it all makes me want to scream.My hand absently rubs my swollen belly as I try to calm myself. This stress can't be good for the baby, but I can't help it. Things cannot go on like this. I need to do something, and fast."Damn you, Sebastian," I mutter under my breath. His incompetence is infuriating. Instead of getting rid of Stella like he was supposed to, all he managed to do was come up with some half-baked scheme about a fake father.Useless. I should have known better tha
Stella's povI stir awake, my eyes fluttering open to the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains. The first thing I see is Adrian's face, his silver eyes watching me with a tender expression that makes my heart skip a beat."Good afternoon, sleeping beauty," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face.I smile, nestling closer to him. "How long have you been awake?""Long enough to count every freckle on your nose," he teases, leaning in to place a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Our lips meet in a gentle, lingering kiss that sends warmth spreading through my en
I watch Stella sleeping peacefully in my lap, I'm struck by a pang of guilt. I've been neglecting her, allowing Gabriella's manipulative tactics to come between us.When Stella uttered those horrifying words - that our relationship was over - it was like a bucket of cold water to the face. I knew then that I couldn't let her walk out of my life. Not without a fight. This trip to Italy is my chance to make things right.Two weeks to spoil her, to give her my undivided attention, to remind her how much she means to me. As we approach the airport, I gently wake her."We're here, baby girl," I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face.Her eyes flutter open, confusion giving way to excitement as she remembers where we're going. I settle into my wheelchair as we board my private jet, unable to take my eyes off her as she marvels at the luxurious interior."Wait," she stops before staring at me wide eye. "What about Lyra, what if they try to harm her while we're away?" She asks."Ther
Gabriella's face cycles through a range of emotions - shock, hurt, anger, and finally, a calculated blankness. Mark and Daisy exchange worried glances, clearly as taken aback as the rest of us.As for me, I'm frozen in place, my mind racing. A two-week trip to Italy? With Adrian? Away from all of this drama? It seems too good to be true.But as I catch Adrian's eye across the room, I see a glimmer of something - determination, perhaps? Or is it a promise of things to come?The shock of Adrian's announcement hangs in the air for a moment before Gabriella snaps out of her stupor. Her voice trembles with a mix of anger and desperation as she turns to Adrian."But I'm seven months pregnant, going on eight months!" she exclaims. "How am I supposed to cope alone?"Before Adrian can respond, Daisy steps forward, her voice calm and reassuring with a smile. "Mark and I will take very good care of you, Gabriella. You don't need to worry."Gabriella, however, isn't satisfied. Her next words make
As we pull up to the mansion, I can't help but blush, thinking about what transpired in that hospital room. The thrill of our encounter still lingers, but a part of me can't believe we actually did that.Adrian squeezes my hand reassuringly as we enter the foyer, but the moment is quickly shattered. Gabriella appears, practically launching herself at Adrian. She plants a kiss on his cheek, and I have to fight the urge to pull her away.But Gabriella's overzealous greeting isn't what catches my attention. The entire place is decorated lavishly - flowers, ribbons, and what looks like the setup for an elaborate celebration. In the background, I spot Mark and Daisy, their postures tense and uncomfortable.A sense of dread washes over me. What is this witch up to now?Gabriella turns to Adrian, her voice sickly sweet. "Your bed was so cold without you next to me this morning, darling and I've been calling you all day, where have you been baby?""I've been busy with work," Adrian lies.I gr
Adrian's eyes darken with intensity as he pulls me closer, his hands roaming over my back, sending shivers down my spine. The heat radiating off his body is almost evident.He leans in, his lips brushing against my neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that make my breath hitch. My hands find their way under his shirt, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen. I push the fabric up, needing to feel more of his skin against mine.Adrian quickly discards his shirt, and I take a moment to admire the sight before me. He’s beautiful, every inch of him. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches for the buttons of my blouse, his fingers deft and sure. The fabric falls away, and his hands are on me again, caressing, exploring.“God, I’ve missed this,” he growls against my ear, his voice rough with desire. He cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the thin lace of my bra, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.I moan softly, arching into his touch. “Adrian...”His mouth