STACY. Jason steps out first, turning to offer me his hand. “You ask too many questions,” he says, his tone teasing but firm. “Because you’re being suspicious,” I reply, but I take his hand anyway, letting him help me out. Jason signals the driver, who starts unloading bags from the trunk. My
STACY. A man in a crisp white and navy blue uniform approaches us, bowing respectfully. "Alpha Barron, ma’am," he says warmly. "Welcome aboard your yacht. I’m Captain Jeff Green, and I’ll be your captain for this cruise. Please allow me to escort you onboard." Jason extends his hand, a confident s
Jason leans against the railing beside me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know,” he begins, tilting his head, “this yacht comes with more than just fancy rooms and a pretty view.” I glance at him, raising a brow. “Oh? What else does it have?” “A pool,” he says casually, his lips twitching i
STACY. Jason takes his time, his fingers brushing against my skin as he undresses me completely, leaving me breathless under his intense gaze. I lay on my back, anticipation curling in my stomach, my body already reacting to his touch. “Oh, how I’ve missed gazing at this body,” Jason murmurs, hi
STACY. Next morning, the first thing I notice is the tantalizing aroma of food drifting through the air, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I let out a soft, contented moan, my body stretching languidly against the soft sheets. “Jay, whatever is cooking smells heavenly.” With a lazy smile,
A few minutes later, the door to the suite creaks open, and Jason steps inside, carrying a tray with food. My stomach rumbles at the sight of the pancakes, eggs, and fresh fruit, but it’s the man behind the tray that steals my attention. Jason’s after sex hair is slightly messy in a way that makes
JASON. “Dad, what’s going on? I hear something… is everyone okay?” Stacy asks again when Dad doesn't respond with her eyebrows drawing together. I move closer, the faint commotion on the other end catching my attention too. My gut tightens, instincts flaring. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry about m
JASON. The stack of paperwork on my desk seems to grow by the minute, but I can’t focus on any of it. My mind keeps wandering back to Stacy. It’s been a week since we officially got back together, and I swear, every second apart feels like torture. The way she laughs, the way her eyes light up
Daniel stiffens. His entire body goes rigid, as his jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. “What?” His voice is barely more than a growl. I nod, my grip on his hand tightening. “You heard me.” Fury flashes in his eyes, dark and dangerous. He doesn’t even hesitate before turning on h
HANNAH. I freeze in the doorway, my breath hitching as my brain struggles to catch up with the sight before me. Roxanne and Adrian. Together! Their bodies are tangled together with their hands greedy, and their lips locked in a desperate, forbidden kiss. Clothes are haphazardly disheveled, Roxann
I stare at the pile, then burst out laughing. “Were you two planning to open a pharmacy?” Daniel smirks. “Figured it was better to be thorough.” I shake my head, grabbing one of the tests and handing it to Stacy. “Alright, go pee on this.” Stacy glares at me like I just asked her to do something
HANNAH “You, get a doctor! Now!” Daniel’s voice booms through the wedding venue, commanding instant obedience from the nearest guard. But even as the order leaves his lips, I tighten my grip on his arm. “Baby, I am a doctor, remember?” His eyes flick to mine, realization dawning before he steps a
HANNAH. "Uh-uh, no, not today" Stacy says the moment her eyes land on Margaret. "Please, just hear me out," Margaret pleads, standing in a simple deep red dress suited for her age. She looks… hesitant, so unlike her usual self. Gone is the cold authority, and the condescending stare. Instead, he
HANNAH. (Hours later) Dinner is tense, the air thick with an unspoken rivalry that neither Roxanne nor I are willing to acknowledge outright. The dining room is dimly lit, with the scent of roasted chicken filling the air, but I can barely focus on the food. My attention is solely on Daniel and
She ends the call and turns to me, practically glowing with excitement. "Great news. That was an old friend of mine who owns a bridal boutique. I asked for a favor earlier, and she’s sending over a selection of dresses, ones you’ll actually like." I let out a breath of relief, shaking my head. "Th
ANNAH. (An hour later) I sit cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine Stacy came home with while she scribbles notes in a planner. The coffee table between us is littered with fabric swatches, floral arrangements, and sample wedding invitations. The scent of fresh roses fr
"You’re a damn tease," I snap. Daniel only smirks before lowering his mouth to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it between his lips. "Mmm," I murmur, arching my back to press my breast further into his mouth. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive under his touc