This color.It makes her fiercer, she wore this same color when I saw her for the first time, dancing like she didn't have a single fuck left to give.It's bold and I'm addicted.Now, she has me apologizing.It's time I learned some manners anyway.She walks ahead of me, her hips sway seductively and I have no choice but to keep my eyes on them and her bare back.I want to lick her creamy skin again, savor the taste on my tongue, I can't keep relying on flashbacks.But I'm a gentleman, one holding on to bare strings.Perhaps I should have chosen a less attractive wife."Oh, look at me leading the way like I know where we're heading," she says turning around immediately, almost catching me ogling."Yes." I agree and walk by her side. 'I'm not sure if you'll like South African cuisine.""Only one way to find out. I can't come here and have Italian food, I'm in South Africa after all."I sigh in relief…quietly. I know I should have asked what she wanted to try for dinner, but I also want
"I enjoyed dinner," I say to Liam as we walk on the beach.The night air is nice, a bit chilly, but I have Liam's jacket, the smell of the sea is so refreshing and nostalgic.It reminds me of my quiet, low-key days, my walks and reading sessions by the sea back home."What was your favorite?" he asks."The uh…" I try to think of the name, snapping my fingers to remember "The cha…" I struggle to find the word."Chakalaka." he helps,"Yes." I laugh "That's it. I loved the flavor, the rich blend of the vegetables, meat, the stew was very tasty, and oh, with the bread." I smiled, I enjoyed dinner, and most of the meal was fair. Even though I'm so full now.Liam made sure I tried everything, no matter how long it took."Fair enough." he nodsI stop and take off my shoes, I take them in my hand and sigh in relief as I feel the sand on my feet."I love the beach so much. The ocean breeze, the smell of the wind, and the roars of the waves, it's the best feeling in the world." I sigh and shut
She hasn't spoken a single word to me since last night, she doesn't look at me for longer than three seconds.And, we're touring today."Let me guess, your wife is giving you the silent treatment." Our guide, Ray whispers to me.Emma is a few steps ahead, she always is now, avoiding my side at all times."Most times, we never know why, just say you're sorry, even when you don't know what for…" his voice trails off.He's not helping matters because I know why Emma's mad at me.I think I do at least.It took everything in me to not consume her last night, I had been fighting the urge since I saw her in that dress, and the distance between us was ungodly.I cursed at myself before kissing her cheek and cursed again when I looked at her face and saw the same want I possessed, as evident as needed.Could she want me the same way? The same way I lost her? Want to fuck her?Even now, as she walks in front of me, in simple leggings, all I can think about is pinning her to the wall and poundin
Oh, how I needed this.I can't take my eyes off his cock, now fully enlarged, I can't wait for it to be inside me.I lay on the bed awaiting his next move, I need him, now.He makes his way to me slowly engulfing me in another hot kiss. His tongue swept over my mouth, licking my insides, he sucks my tongue with so much passion.His lips leave mine and make their way to my neck, behind my ear, and my collarbone, nibbling, sucking and licking hungrily.I moan with delight, he kisses my skin like it tastes good…I hope I taste good for him."Liam." I moan his name while digging my fingers into his hair, taking in his natural scent, it drives me crazy.It gives me a sense of claim, oh how I want him."Sweetheart," he says, I smile at the new nickname he seems to have given me these days.But that smile is cut when--oh!His hands…how did they make their way there? His fingers, two are inside me, fingering.Heat creeps to my face once I hear the wet sloshing of his fingers in the most delica
Finally back in Italy, at my beach residence in Rimini, Emma's sulking a bit.We never had sex again, we just spent the last two days touring Capetown and trying good food.I was glad to see her finally talking to me again, we just needed to have sex.This won't be a regular thing but it was enjoyed.Do I have feelings for her? That's the question I keep asking myself these days.No, I don't think so. Maybe? Who knows? But I am attracted to her, she makes my dick hard.She's quite chatty these days, and it pains me to admit that some mornings, I just need some peace.She engages in endless chatter during breakfast, and today I hope I can avoid it. I hate missing breakfast, but today, I have to, I had a bad call this morning and don't want to talk.I managed to avoid her this morning, don't get me wrong, I don't hate her, but this morning is not one of those days when I can endure.On my way to the office, I ask James to prepare a small breakfast for me, a croissant sandwich and a cup
Stupid stupid girl.Do I even have the right to feel this way? We just had sex, it was just sex, it's not like we're a real married couple.No matter how many reasons I find, I can't seem to find one to justify the way I'm feeling now. Perhaps it's the feeling of being an idiot, I came all this way to have his breakfast delivered, like a doting wife.I've overstepped my boundaries, fine, do whatever you want Liam. This means I can do whatever I want to as well, I mean…it always has.Fuck this, I'll just visit my mom, she recently had surgery, she'll need some fruits to strengthen her immune system.I bought a fruit basket on my way to the hospital, I had it wrapped and customized with a note attached to it.I don't miss the smile on her face when she sees me. She looks pale and has lost a lot of weight, her head is covered with a chemo hat.She has a rosary in her hand, her caretaker is by her side arranging a few things, I have Liam to thank for that.But we're not thinking about him
"Fuck." I mutter and push Serena off me, I want to wipe that smug look off her face.I rub my face in frustration, of all people to be in a misunderstood situation with, it just had to be Serena fucking Moretti, and she's having fun with this."Won't you go after her?" she teases."Leave, now." I barkShe toys around my desk "I'll be back soon Liam dear." she grins with satisfaction.I'm too bothered with the fact that this bothers me more than it should. The look on Emma's face can't leave my mind, and now, I stare at the flask she dropped. I haven't opened the food yet.James comes by to remind me of my meeting in fifteen minutes, I assure him I'll be on time.Should I call her? Am I overthinking this? It was just a kiss on the neck, after all, she probably isn't too affected by this and I'm here losing my mind.How foolish of me to think that even for a split second, she might be…jealous.I open the flask, it's french toast, with some eggs by the side, and bacon. She tried to plate
Adelina."A teenager in our home for a month? I'm sorry but can't you keep her with mother?" Liam bites his steak angrily."My sister is…" Enzo clears his throat "…scary." Fair point."No." Liam says "And your wife's relatives?"He's overreacting. "I don't think it's a bad idea." I butt him.He looks at me, welcoming my challenge. "You'll take care of her?""Take care? She's a teenager, not a toddler, how hard can it be? Besides, it's only for a month, don't be such a puss." I offer a sweet, sarcastic smile and sip my wine."It's settled then, I am so grateful." Enzo grins."Nothing's settled." Liam is talking to Enzo but his eyes are glued on me. "We have to draw up some terms.""Terms? What do you think this is? Some sort of business contract?" I scoff."If you have a problem…" he turns to his uncle "…then Adelina can stay with her mother's relatives.""No no. They talk too much, I'll just have her in the same situation I'm trying to avoid. I don't want her to be affected by her Ma'
I glance at the clock and my heart starts racing. I'm late."Okay, stop fussing!" I scold my bridesmaids, but I can't help the nervous laugh that escapes my lips as Gia fluffs my veil for the third time. Natasha is running around, making sure every single detail is perfect, while Odette is already dressed and helping the makeup artist add the final touches to my lips.And then there's Rob. He's pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath, "You're going to be late for your wedding, Emma. Of course, you are. I knew it. I knew this would happen!""Rob," I groan, rolling my eyes. "You're not helping!"He stops pacing and dramatically places his hands on his hips, his eyes full of fake indignation. "Excuse me, darling. Who has been by your side through every single dress fitting, cake tasting, and meltdown?"I chuckled despite myself, the tension easing just a little. "I love you, Rob.""Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mutters, coming over to adjust my gown. "But seriously, we need to get movi
The darkness is heavy, but slowly, painfully, it starts to lift. I feel a strange tug in my chest, and I'm aware of the beeping sounds, the sterile scent of the hospital filling the air around me. My eyes flutter open, and the brightness of the room stings my vision. It takes a few moments for everything to come into focus.Where… where am I?"Liam?" A soft voice calls out to me, and when I blink again, I see Lilian, Emma's mother, standing by my bedside, her eyes wet with tears. "Oh my God, you're awake."I try to speak, but my throat feels like it's on fire. Instead, I groan, my hand instinctively reaching out to grasp hers. Lilian smiles through her tears, gently squeezing my hand."You've been in a coma, sweetheart," she says softly. "For a while now. But don't worry, you're okay. You're going to be okay." Her smile wavers for a moment before she adds, "Emma… she's at the station with your mother, confronting Serena. But she's fine. She's been by your side every day."My mind race
The silence in the room is deafening. Isabella stands before us, her posture rigid, her hands clasped together tightly as if she's holding on to a secret too heavy to bear. My mom and I sit across from her, the tension thick between us, suffocating."There's something you both need to know," Isabella begins, her voice wavering slightly. I glance at my mom, who looks pale, her fingers tightly gripping the arms of the chair. "I've held onto this for years, but it's time you hear the truth. About Enzo."At the mention of my father's name, my heart skips a beat. I feel my stomach churn as I wait for her to continue. Isabella takes a deep breath, then says the words that make my world tilt off its axis."I knew him."The words hang in the air like a weight, pressing down on me. My mom's face pales even more, her lips trembling as she absorbs the shock of the revelation. Isabella presses on, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and regret."Enzo and I… we had an affair."The room goes co
The beeping of the heart monitor is the first thing I hear, steady and rhythmic, pulling me from the darkness that has consumed me. My body feels heavy like I'm being held down by invisible weights, and there's a dull ache spreading across my chest and limbs. The sterile smell of the hospital fills my nostrils, and it takes a moment for me to remember where I am.I blinked, squinting against the harsh fluorescent light above, trying to make sense of my surroundings. As my vision clears, I notice my mom, slumped over in a chair next to me, her head resting on her crossed arms, fast asleep. Her face looks worn, more tired than I've ever seen her.I try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my ribs, forcing me to wince. The memories hit me all at once—the truck, the crash, Liam's bloodied face. Panic rises in my chest, and I gasp, "Liam."My voice is weak, barely more than a croak, but it's enough to wake my mom. Her head snaps up, her eyes widening as she sees me. "Emma!" she cries
We're curled up on the couch, the flicker of the fireplace casting warm shadows on the walls. Liam has been quiet all evening, his usual playful mood replaced by a somberness I haven't seen before. I know something's wrong. The weight of his silence presses down on me, but I don't want to push him, not yet.Eventually, he breaks the silence."Emma," he says quietly, his voice strained. His eyes are red and teary, and my heart aches just seeing him like this. "We need to talk."I sit up, my chest tightening. "Liam, what's going on? You're scaring me."He doesn't look at me, his gaze fixed on the fire. His hands tremble, and I gently place mine over his, trying to calm him, to let him know I'm here, whatever it is."I'm a monster," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I've done terrible things, Emma. Things I can't undo."I freeze, my heart hammering in my chest. "Liam, what are you talking about? You're not a monster."He shakes his head, his eyes squeezed shut as if the memories are too
I lean back in my office chair, glancing out of the large windows that overlook the city humming with life. It's been a perfect week, just me and Emma, no distractions, no obligations. We've spent our days exploring the city, enjoying quiet dinners by candlelight, and getting lost in each other's company. For the first time in a long while, I felt completely at peace.But now, it's back to reality. Back to work. And as much as I hate to admit it, the tension in the air is thick. I've barely been at my desk for half an hour when my mother storms into the office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. Right behind her, Serena follows with a face full of barely contained rage. Great. Just the pair I didn't want to see today."Liam!" my mother snaps, her voice slicing through the silence of the room. "We need to talk."I sit up, bracing myself. I knew this was coming. Ever since Emma returned, I've been waiting for the inevitable confrontation. My mother never approved of E
I step off the plane, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. It's been months since I last set foot in Italy, and the anticipation of seeing Liam again has my stomach in knots. He thinks I'm arriving tomorrow, but I can't wait. My internship is officially over, and now I'm here, ready to surprise him.Odette is waiting for me just outside baggage claim, her signature oversized sunglasses perched on her head, and a wide grin stretching across her face. Beside her, Natasha and Gia are waving excitedly, their energy contagious. The second I step through the doors, I'm swept into a whirlwind of hugs, laughter, and excited chatter."Girl, you look amazing!" Gia says, her eyes sparkling as she gives me a once-over. "Internship did wonders for you.""I agree," Natasha adds, her arm looped through mine as we start walking toward the car. "Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees you."Odette, always the ringleader of the group, claps her hands together. "Alright, ladies. Time to make
The phone rings, and Emma's name lights up the screen. My heart skips a beat. I pick up, trying to keep my voice steady, but as soon as I hear her voice, soft and warm, I feel a smile tugging at my lips."Hey," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice too. "I just got the flowers. A hundred roses, Liam? Really?"I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. "Too much?""No," she says quickly, a slight laugh in her tone. "It was perfect. You know, everyone at work is completely jealous. Rob hasn't stopped squealing since they arrived.""I'm glad you liked them," I say, feeling the tension in my chest loosen a little. "I wasn't sure if a hundred was over the top, but... I needed you to know how serious I am.""I know," she says softly. "And I love them. They're beautiful."There's a pause, a comfortable silence settling between us. I close my eyes, just listening to her breathe on the other end of the line. Even through the phone, the connection between us feels so strong, so real. It's h
Monday hits me like a freight train. After a long, emotionally charged weekend, the idea of being back at work feels surreal. I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of me, barely registering the flurry of emails that have piled up in my inbox. My body is here, but my mind is still somewhere else—somewhere between the memory of Liam's arms wrapped around me and the question that's been gnawing at me since we parted: 'Should I go with him?'Italy. Home. The idea stirs something deep inside me. I miss it—the warm cobblestone streets, the smell of my mom's hair, the laughter of my friends. But this internship is my dream. It's everything I've worked for, and it's not over yet. This is my life now. But, God, it's hard not to wonder what it would be like to be with Liam every day, no distance, no uncertainties. Just us."Okay, spill."Rob's voice breaks through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. He's leaning against my desk, arms crossed, his eyes alight wi