Sofia I offer my tongue, which Brandon sucks into his mouth. I repeat the process, and he sucks it again, filling his chest with air, devouring me, feeling me. He finishes by biting my lower lip. And it all starts again. The whole sensual dance of sucking, tasting, lips, tongues.He continues to devour my lips, still manipulating me, now with more intensity, pinching a turgid nipple between his fingers, twisting it. It’s a sweet torture. It leaves me wired, sensitive, wanting more and more. And I know I won’t last long. A long moan escapes my throat when he pushes my legs apart with one knee and sticks a finger deep inside me. I roll against his touch, wanting to enjoy that delirious sensation to the full. Brandon is fucking me with his finger and it’s incredible. It takes my breath away. He reaches a point inside me that makes my legs go soft. I rest my hands on the cold wall, trying to steady myself.“Don’t stop. “I begin a whisper.“Not until you come for me, sweet Sofia. “now
Sofia "If you are, I am. By the way. I've got some news. Jessica got a date for next week. "he suddenly lets out. The smile dies on my lips and the familiar chill in my stomach sets in again. "Already?"Yes. The sooner, the better. "his last sentence sounds a little worried. I swallow. "Why… why do you say that?He frowns a little and looks at me. "Because I don't want you to give up on marrying me.A shiver runs through me and I stare back at him. Brandon laughs, looking a little uncomfortable, and looks away."Don't look at me with that frightened face. It's just that the sooner we formalize this relationship, the better… You haven't seen the gossip sites, have you? "Certainly not. "The better. "Do they keep talking about it?"Yes, there's always someone talking about it. "And do you think it will stop after the wedding?"At least it won't be forbidden anymore. And, consequently, the subject will lose its humor and fall into oblivion. "I hope so…"We need to talk about
Sofia I offer my tongue, which Brandon sucks into his mouth. I repeat the process, and he sucks it again, filling his chest with air, devouring me, feeling me. He finishes by biting my lower lip. And it all starts again. The whole sensual dance of sucking, tasting, lips, tongues.He continues to devour my lips, still manipulating me, now with more intensity, pinching a turgid nipple between his fingers, twisting it. It’s a sweet torture. It leaves me wired, sensitive, wanting more and more. And I know I won’t last long. A long moan escapes my throat when he pushes my legs apart with one knee and sticks a finger deep inside me. I roll against his touch, wanting to enjoy that delirious sensation to the full. Brandon is fucking me with his finger and it’s incredible. It takes my breath away. He reaches a point inside me that makes my legs go soft. I rest my hands on the cold wall, trying to steady myself.“Don’t stop. “I begin in a whisper.“Not until you come for me, sweet Sofia. “
Sofia I chose a cozy restaurant and a table on the sidewalk. I think Lee Ann might feel a bit more at ease that way. Likewise, I really want to meet this woman. She can't be all that devil she's trying to show Brandon. And she's half an hour late. And without Leanne. I was hoping that the young woman would come so that I could get to know her better. Lee Ann is wearing a floral jumpsuit with giant platforms. It's becoming obvious that she has problems with her size. I stand up to greet her, and she ignores my outstretched hand. "I still don't understand what this meeting is about, but I'm here. "she says, settling in."It's like I said. I want to get to know you for yourself. "You're right about that. If it was because of what that ingrate says about me, I'm sure he wouldn't even want to get close. "Well, neither of you treat each other with courtesy. "I start, trying to defend my husband. "Oh, I'm not up to being polite to anyone anymore. The waiter approaches. I order a lem
"Because I would rather not look like a poor person. I would rather not feel sorry for anyone. I didn't need that. "But this is all too serious to have remained hidden. Our relationship could have started differently if you'd opened up to me. She sighs and mentions lighting a cigarette. But she gives up and crosses her legs, her feet still stuck in the heels from hours ago. "The truth is that I came to meet you with preconceptions. In fact, I have prejudices about everyone I meet. Maybe it's because life has hit me so hard. "I shrug. "I've become a skeptic. So I believed that you were just like your father, not just in appearance. Brandon lowers his head. I think that, for him now, being compared to his father no longer sounds like a compliment. "I had preconceptions about you too. And when you came looking for me and I was an adult... and had money, it only reinforced what I had established in my mind. "If you want to know the truth, I wasn't even looking for you. I had a shi
Sofia “Nixon? The name comes to mind. “Himself! His broad smile doesn’t match the situation. My eyes, still unfocused, run around the place. Which I don’t know either. “Where… are we? “We’re in a hotel, my dear. He tells me simply. I looked around again, alarmed. Then, as I try to sit up, I realize that I’m naked under the sheet. I try to cover myself, panic overtaking me as I notice that he’s only wearing a towel around his waist. “We… we… I can’t put my suspicions into words. I’m too shocked by that. “Did we have sex? No. He gets up, stands beneath the bed, and casts a lustful glance at my body. “Although I was tempted. But I’m not into necrophilia, Sofia. And even a man like me has his limits. And one of them is not to rape women. Especially unconscious ones. “So... what are we doing here? The man smiles wickedly, rubbing one hand over the other. “You’ll find out soon enough. He communicates enigmatically. “How did you manage to bring me to this place? “I wa
Brandon“He's traveled again. Thank goodness! That'll give me some peace!"I close my eyes tightly. An immense desire to cry and, at the same time, to punch myself took hold of me… "You don't have to play the saint for me, Sofia."Now it's Nixon's disgusting voice that rings out, and I open my eyes immediately. "I know you like fucking him!""Okay. I admit it. Reeves has balls. And you're not jealous of that, love?""No, not at all. I'm actually jealous, to tell you the truth. If he wasn't my half-brother and had given me the slightest sign that he likes to experiment like I do, you probably wouldn't even need to come into the picture, you little bitch.""Don't you dare exclude me! We could make a great threesome!""Um, don't fill my head with ideas, bitch! Or I'll have to go out looking for a consolation.""I'll cut your dick off if you even think about looking for someone without me! I already have to put up with Sarah being between us!" "You know I can't wait to kick that bitch'
Sofia "For heaven's sake, what happened to you? Have you been mugged? "With an effort, given that we are practically the same build, she drags me into her living room, kneels in front of me and pushes my still damp and disheveled hair away from my face. When she notices my lack of control, she just hugs me, holding me against her chest, not caring that my hair is wetting her blouse. She cradles me, waiting patiently for me to pull myself together. Some time later, Laura gives me some clothes to put on and is now drying my head with a towel. My crying has stopped, but my body is still shaken by sobs. "Do you think you can talk now? I shake my head slightly. In a weak voice, I begin to recount the latest events. I had to stop several times because I started crying again. On one occasion, I had to run to the bathroom and throw up. By the time I've finished, I'm exhausted, in a cold sweat and the only reason I don't collapse on the bathroom floor is because Laura is by my side
Isabella Aaron's expression turns serious as he absorbs the impact of my words. The tension between us escalates, fueled by our mutual stubbornness. "You know, Isabella," he retorts, frustration tinting his voice, "you're quick to judge without really knowing me. But I won't waste my time trying to prove something to you." I scoff, feeling a wave of anger. "Prove something? Why should I care? You're just another arrogant, spoiled man who thinks he can have whatever he wants." His eyes narrow, a flash of pain crossing his face. "You think you have me all figured out, don't you? Well, let me tell you something. There's more to me than meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, if you took the time to look beyond your preconceived notions, you'd see that." I shake my head, unable to let go of my resentment. "I highly doubt that, Aaron. Actions speak louder than words, and so far, all I've seen is a man who thrives on power and manipulation." He takes a step closer, his voice low and inten
Meeting Aaron Reeves and Isabella FerraraIn this vibrant city, where the diverse aroma of kitchens fills the air, I, heir to the prestigious "Sabor de Sofia" restaurant chain, am constantly searching for new inspirations to maintain the exceptional culinary standard set by my mother. And then comes Isabella Ferrara, a talented and passionate chef known for her authentic and innovative restaurant called "Enchanted Gastronomy." I had heard of her before, but... damn! I had no idea she was so beautiful! Big, blue, speculative eyes. A mouth... I would pray to taste. Well-shaped, full, and in a heart shape. And the body. Oh, that body! She's not very tall, but she has curves that left me dizzy. Yes, she definitely shocked me with her appearance.Our paths crossed unexpectedly during a local culinary event, where we were invited to showcase our specialties. However, from the start, there was an antipathy between us, coming from her side. My familiarity with running a culinary empire clashe
Sofia"Good, but I have another reason for being here.""Tell me, because I'm dying to change the subject!" Laura declares, putting Aaron, still asleep, in the car seat and heading to the kitchen to get two glasses of iced tea. I follow her, leaning on the counter, as she serves us."I have a proposal for you."The girl furrows her brow and peeks at me."Proposal?""Yes. After everything that happened, I realized that my priorities were a mess! Especially after everything that happened at the restaurant. I owe a lot to my husband and son, and that needs to change.""And where do I fit into this story?"I smile, teasing, knowing that it annoys her because she's very anxious."Sofia!" she scolds, stomping her foot. "Spit it out, woman!"I laugh and speak up before the other person has a crisis in front of me."I would like you to be the manager of the restaurant.""Me?""Yes. You. My beautiful friend, whom I trust the most in this world and know will handle the job well.""But I know no
I have my lips pressed together as I observe Laura's reaction. I've just told her what we've been through in the past few days. She's motionless, her breath held, her restless eyes scanning my face as if processing the information she just received. Then she gives me a brief but tight hug and goes to the baby carrier where Aaron is peacefully asleep, picking him up and cradling him lovingly against her chest. Her eyes are now closed, and I notice a shiver running through her. "By God, Sofia! Why didn't you call me?" Her voice is deep and trembling. "I had no idea what you were going through!""I was already so scared, knowing I was at risk, with my house taken over by a battalion of police. I was terrified at the thought that David might find out somehow, and then I would never see my son again!" I run my hand over Aaron's back, who remains asleep, oblivious to everything that has happened to him. "And, to be honest, I didn't even have the mental capacity to think about anything else,
Sofia"We have to be careful. He might be armed," one of the officers cautioned the others, reminding everyone of the seriousness of the situation.Unaware of the shadow trailing him, David seemed to be searching for something in that abandoned place. Out of sight, we followed every move with bated breath, eager for any sign that Aaron and Laureen were nearby.Then, a murmur came over the police radio, indicating they had found something. The suspense heightened as we watched the team stealthily approach a rusty door. David, still lost in his thoughts, remained oblivious to the presence of the police.The door creaked open as the agents carefully opened it. The darkness inside swallowed their outlines, but their silhouettes moved with determination. A beam of light from a flashlight cut through the darkness, revealing a dirty and abandoned space."It looks like the scene of a kidnapping," one of the officers informed me."It does?" I asked, confused.Then the man's body camera reveale
SofiaThe police show us real-time images of what's happening at the location where I left the bag with the money. Hours have passed; David hasn't called again, but he hasn't gone after the money either. Both Brandon and I can't eat anything. Anguish takes over us. The worry about how our son is doing. Our little, fragile baby. I've decided that when I have him in my arms again, I'll dedicate more time to him, even if I have to hire someone to help me with the restaurant. I love what I do, but I love my family even more. It took being in this current situation for me to realize that these are my priorities. Aaron and Brandon. The two men in my life."Look!" One of the police officers calls our attention to the laptop on the kitchen counter. We approached quickly, realizing that a man, covered from head to toe, gets out of a car near the trash can where that fortune I took was. I recognize him, even if I can't see his face. The way he walks is unmistakable. It's David. He walks slowly
Brandon The minutes after that calmer moment felt somewhat suspended, as if we needed to recover from the strong wave that passed. We stayed there, embracing, my fingers tracing her back as she rested on my chest. The world outside returning to normal."Why did you mention David? Do you think they could be involved in this together?"She places her hands stacked on my chest and stares at me."Because I think it makes a lot of sense. I don't think all of this would come from her little mind.""Could they have been together from the beginning?""We'll find out. Tomorrow we're going to the police station to tell the detective in charge of our case about what we found.""Yes, we need to do that anyway. We can't let those two get away with this. - I hug her tightly once again. - We just can't let this shake our relationship.""Never, love! I trust you with my eyes closed.""I know I haven't set a good example in the past, but I trust you too. Completely." Sofia We go to the police statio
Brandon Still enveloped in the fog of sleep, I feel a gentle touch on my lips. A light kiss. Automatically, I smile, convinced it's Sofia because I catch a whiff of her perfume, finally back from her shift at the restaurant. Nights are long when she's away, and this kiss is like a relief, a temporary seal of connection broken by distance. Then, as if a fog is lifting, I realize something is off. The texture of the lips isn't quite Sofia's. And I know that mouth too well to be mistaken. Confusion takes over, and my mind, still half-asleep, tries to process this unsettling information. I open my eyes fully, and the sight that unfolds is entirely unexpected. Laureen is there, her silhouette softly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. My eyes widen in surprise and confusion as I reach for the bedside lamp, shocked to find the girl completely nude. My mind tries to comprehend what's happening. "Laureen?" I murmur, more to myself than to her. Her expression is a mix
BrandonSitting in the living room, I gaze at Sofia as she flips through a photo album. My wife seems engrossed in the memories captured in the images, perhaps seeking a temporary escape."Did you find any funny pictures of him?" I ask, trying to dispel the cloud of worry surrounding her.She smiles, finding a photo where Aaron is holding a stuffed toy almost his size."Look at this. It looks like he's challenging the bear to an epic battle."We laugh together, and for a moment, we feel lighter. Aaron wiggles his tiny fingers, and I feel an irresistible urge to get closer."Can I hold him for a while?" I asked, reaching out my arms.Sofia gently hands me our precious bundle, and I feel a wave of warmth and responsibility as I hold my son in my arms. It's a reminder that, despite everything, we have something valuable to protect and celebrate.SofiaI watch Brandon cradle Aaron with a tenderness that melts my heart. He's the anchor that keeps me balanced, even when waves of fear threat