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
Sofia "Ah, no! I didn't want anything from him... I mean... The money was his. I had no right at all! "What are you doing now?" Jay inquires and is poked by his sister again. "Ouch! I smile. They're adorable! "Actually, I'm not doing anything... except looking for a job! "You could come work with us!" my friend exclaims, exchanging a glance with Emma. "Yes! Holy shit, it would be an honor to have you help us!" she agrees. "I remember well how you are in the kitchen! For the first time in many days, I feel a glimmer of hope. Laura squeezes my arm, just as eager as I am. "Are you serious?" "Of course!" he confirms. "But keep in mind that we won't be able to pay much in the beginning. "Yes, he's right. If we're lucky, our little place will succeed and things can get better over time." Emma takes my hands. "Are you ready to embark on this journey with us?" "You can be sure that I am! I start working the next day, with renewed energy and faith that everything will work out in m
Sofia The workday is over, and as I always do, I send a message to Laura, letting her know that I’m heading home. Just then, I notice Leanne approaching. I have no idea why she’s here. If Brandon confided in her about everything, the girl must hate me!“Hello, Sofia.”“Hello, Leanne.”She glances at my belly and then around with a disgusted expression.“What a fall, huh? From an office like Next Level... to this?”I furrow my brow. This isn’t the Leanne I know, and she’s even wearing clothes that don’t suit her.“And,” she points to my swollen belly, “look at you! Completely pregnant! Who would have thought!”“And surely, you think it’s not Brandon’s,” I say, instinctively placing my hands on my belly.“Oh no! I don’t doubt it! I’m sure it’s his!”She says this with a smile. What’s going on with her?“It’s just that Nixon should have seen this coming,” she shakes her head disapprovingly, pursing her lips.My eyes widened. It can’t be. I can’t understand this correctly!“Now,” she con
Sofia “Not for less! After all you’ve been through, it’s understandable,” Brandon insists.“But wouldn’t it be better to go to the hospital to take a look?” he insists.“No. I’m fine. I swear if I feel anything different, I’ll go.”“Okay,” he doesn’t seem satisfied with my answer, but agrees.The ambulance is the first to arrive, and paramedics begin to attend to a shocked Leanne. Brandon talks to them, briefly explaining what happened.The police didn’t take long to arrive. Again, he takes the lead, explaining the situation and pointing the gun on the counter. One of them, wearing latex gloves, collects the object and puts it in a plastic bag. Then he approaches me and asks me some questions. At the end of half an hour, the officer informs us.“Well, I’ll need you to accompany me to the station for the detective to take your statements.”“Okay,” I agree, standing up.“I’ll take you,” Brandon approaches.“Don’t worry. Emma and Jay can take me.” I looked at my friends, who agreed prom
Sofia I withdraw my hands and take a few steps back.“I would never be with garbage like that!” my disgusted expression.“Now I know that… and I hope it’s not too late.” then, to my shock, he drops to his knees in front of me, and I stare at him wide-eyed. “I admit I was an idiot, a fool who let himself be manipulated. Call me whatever you want! But I’m here now. Begging for your forgiveness.”I approach and reach out to force him to stand up.“Brandon, don’t do this! Get up…” when I’m close, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my belly, disarming me.“I know I’ve been away, but let me make up for lost time. Come back to our home, my love. That place is so sad without you! I’m so sad without you!” he then stands up, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me passionately. “I love you so much, Sofia! Can’t you see that? Come back to me, angel! I can’t live without you anymore!”I step back, turn away, and hold my head in my hands. Not only that, but I’m trapped in t
Sofia "You don't have to lie to me…" His fingers are caressing the sides of my ultra-sensitive breasts now. "I don't need to lie, my beloved! You look beautiful!" He kisses me tenderly, busy getting rid of my bra. The garment is discarded, and he is now appreciating my now-enormous breasts. A lascivious smile takes over his lips."And look at these beauties here…" His hands take my breasts, which barely fit in his hands, and his thumbs tease my nipples. I held my breath. It's strange. My sensitivity has tripled. His fingers continue pushing my stiff nipples from side to side, now with a bit more firmness."So, you like big breasts, huh?" I tease, feeling a shiver run through me. "I like your breasts. Whether they're small or large." Moistening his lips, eyes fixed on mine, Brandon begins to lean in. When I feel his touch, I almost go into instant ecstasy. I gasp and hold his head. The reaction is so intense that he startles."Everything okay there?""Everything! Just don't stop…" Bef
BrandonAs there are no more clothes of hers in the apartment, Sofia had to wear one of my T-shirts and my boxer. She looked really cute in that outfit! It triggered a feeling of possession and protection in me. Now she is in front of the mirror, putting the dress over her body to admire. I walk up to her, holding her waist and kissing the top of her head. I just can’t stay without touching her for too long.“I’m going to take a shower and put it on!” she announces.“But you ate so little!” I complain.“It’s okay, I don’t usually eat much, anyway. And I’m already satisfied,” she says, and then heads to the bathroom, stopping at the door. “Well… you know… maybe I need some help…” she looks at me sensually, and I already feel an erection coming. “To scrub my back…” she blinks innocently. “Would you offer to help me, husband?”Before she even finishes her sentence, I’m already kicking off my shoes and getting rid of my T-shirt.An hour later, we’re in the garage, and I turn to her with a
SofiaI asked Brandon to wait for the baby to be born before we got married again, but the man was unyielding! He wanted the ceremony before Aaron arrived. So, here I am, with a belly almost nine months pregnant, squeezed into a white dress, but the happiest woman in the world!In a corner, I watch as the makeup artist gives the finishing touches to my father's makeup. I laugh and shake my head. He insisted on it because it made him look very good last time.My mother can't stay still. She walks back and forth to make sure everything is going well. She seems more anxious now than the last time I got married. Not only that, but she keeps saying that the baby could be born at any moment because that's how it was with her. So, she checks on me every five minutes to see how I'm doing. And I reassure her because I've never been so well! Laura adjusts my hair every time she passes by me. I chose a structured hairstyle with small flowers here and there. Since my hair is straight, it was a bi