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Eden's POV Everything becomes dark and utterly silent. This is it. I'm going to die. I can feel it, I can feel the water taking me away. But then, I’m suddenly being pulled up, my head breaking through the water’s surface. I gasp so hard for air, struggling to breathe. Sir Oliver’s arms are tight around me, holding me up and close to his chest. He swims with me to the edge of the pool and takes me out of the water. I'm barely conscious when he lays me down and drops to his knees. “Breathe, Eden! Breathe!” he barks like it's an order, tipping my head back and pinching my nose shut. “Eden, can you hear me? Fuck! Breathe!” Through my blurred vision, I see Sir Oliver lower his face dangerously close to mine. A moment later, his warm lips graze my own, causing shuddering quakes to sweep through my insides. Goosebumps flood my skin and I can tell it's not because of the cold. Sir Oliver presses his mouth to mine, blowing air into my lungs. His hands find the space between my wet breast
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Eden's POV My mum is Mrs Calloway? The rich man she left my father for is Christopher Calloway? This is so hard to believe. It's hard for my mother as well. It takes one good minute for her to get out of her shock. And I can't blame her. Imagine abandoning your daughter and forgetting she exists only to find out she's now a maid at your new home. What could be crazier than that? My mother tears her gaze from me and inhales a breath. She hooks her arm in her husband's and proceeds further into the house. She walks away from me. Just like that. She doesn't even glance at my direction. My eyes start to sting. Tears pool them but I fight them off. I wouldn't want to be caught crying. Even though it feels like I'm being pricked in my heart, I refuse to cry. All these years of wondering about my mother, wishing to see her again and now that I finally have, she doesn't even acknowledge me. It’s like I’m invisible to her. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I wasn't expecting her to pull me int
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Eden's POV And just like that, my mother leaves me standing there. She walks out of the kitchen, sipping the orange juice and doesn't think to look back at me for even a second. I'm speechless, hurt and angry. My mind is swirling with pain, my chest is constricting. My own mother just denied me. As I feel more tears about to gush out like a stream, I take to my heels. I run out of the kitchen as fast as my legs can carry me. The cool night's air slaps my cheeks and flushes my body cold once I'm outside the house. The tears begin to flow freely and uncontrollably as I head for the garden. When I reach the garden, my sobbing turns into wailing. I let out a loud, gut-wrenching scream. It’s like the sound comes from the deepest part of my soul, pouring out all the hurt and anger I feel. I fall to the ground and cry uncontrollably, gasping for breath. How can a mother deny her own flesh and blood like that? How is it possible for a mother to be this stonehearted? Despite seeing the t
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Eden's POV It's heavenly, the way Sir Oliver deepens the kiss and probes my mouth with his tongue. He cups my face with one hand, mashing his lips on mine. Our tongues touch and it makes my heart race all the more. The electrifying feeling coursing through me is so foreign and exciting. Sir Oliver's hand grips my waist and pulls me closer, his lips now demanding. I shut my eyes and melt into him as the kiss gets hungrier. He groans against my lips the same time his hand slides up my body, cupping one of my breasts. I arch against him, a soft moan escaping my lips. His other hand moves under my skirt, his fingers tracing the inside of my thigh and making me shudder. My eyes suddenly shoot open and my breath hitches. I pull away in that instant and shove Sir Oliver off me. I don't miss the appalling look on his face when I do that. Without saying anything, I bolt from the garden, my heart hammering against my chest. He doesn't call after me. And even if he does, I won't turn back. I
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Eden’s POV Nancy leads the way and I follow, my feet shuffling swiftly and pounding against the floor. I follow her towards the living room where it seems something serious is going on. I can hear loud noises. We reach the doorway and stand there, peering into the room. I gasp so loud when my eyes meet the scene. “Sir Oliver!” Nancy is quick to hush me. “Shush! Just stay quiet and watch.” My mouth drops open the more I stare. There is Mr Calloway, pointing a gun at his own son, his face red and wrinkled with rage. He’s being held back by his wife whose sharp voice is echoing in the room. What the heck is this? “I’ll kill you!” he screams on top of his lungs, charging like a bull. “I won’t put up with any more of your disgrace! I’m going to kill you!” Mrs Calloway is pulling him back and struggling to make him put down the gun. “Christopher, please! Let go of the gun! What will you gain by killing him? You’ll only make matters worse!” “I’ll be doing the whole world a huge favou
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Eden's POV “Ahhh!” A grating scream comes out of my mouth when I see my blood trickle down my temple and reach my jaw. The light instantly comes on. Sir Oliver's room is a mess, with glasses, vases and other stuff scattered on the floor. He looks at me with wide eyes, his mouth dropping open. His gaze darts between me and the shattered vase before he hurries over to me. “Shit!” he exclaims, taking my hand and leading me to the edge of his bed. He makes me sit down and then he reaches for my face, his fingers grazing my wound. I flinch and wince in pain. “I'm sorry, I didn't see you standing there,” he gruffs, inspecting the wound. “Why are you even here?” I stutter an inaudible response, still wincing at the pain. Sir Oliver steps away from me and starts rummaging through his room, looking for something to help me with the injury. He groans when he can't seem to find any. “Sir Oliver,” I mumble, pulling down the hem of my T-shirt to reveal the stuff I had brought to help clean
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Eden's POV Sir Oliver's hands clamp on my breasts and give them a firm yet gentle squeeze. I moan inaudibly, breathing heavily. He presses his lips on mine and starts kissing me. He does it with fervent passion tinged with tenderness while kneading my breasts and tonguing my mouth. My body stiffens, whelmed by the immense pleasure his hands and lips are filling me with. He lifts my shirt upwards, without breaking the kiss and cups my boob. I feel a sudden sweet chill course through me at his touch and I jerk a little. Sir Oliver pushes more of his weight against me, nudging the centre of my thighs with his hard cock. It throbs against me, making me wetter down there. He takes a hold of my swollen nipple and rubs circles around it before giving it a rough squeeze. I whimper into the kiss and sink my teeth into his plump bottom lip. I suck on Sir Oliver's lip with a hunger that matches his own. He seems to like it because a guttural moan spills out of his lips and his cock pulsates
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Eden's POV “What are those on your neck?” Nancy's sharp voice puts a stop to my daydreaming. That's right. I'm in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and dreaming about Sir Oliver. I can't stop thinking about his tongue work from last night. Oh, how that warm muscle did wonders on my clit. “Eden, can you hear me? What are those?” She points at my neck, one of her eyebrows lifted up. “Huh?” is all I say in response. I bring my hand to my neck, feeling my skin. “I don't know. Is there something on my neck?” Nancy steps away from the shining copper pot of buttery lobster risotto cooking on the stove, her stare as cutting as the chef's knife I’m using to dice fresh herbs. The chef asked us to assist her with the breakfast while she made use of the restroom or whatever it is she said. I wasn't really paying attention. Nancy marches up to me and tilts my chin upwards with a sharp jab of her pointer finger. Her forehead creases, her mouth parts wide open. She looks at my face, looks at m
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Eden's POV Sir Oliver lies on top of me and takes my mouth in his. He presses his groin against my mound and I feel the enormous hard organ pulsing in his pants. He presses it to my naked mound, nudging it against my slit. The feeling of his hidden rod on me whelms me with a strong craving in my stomach. I hold him tightly when he starts grinding it against me. My body is electrified. The craving intensifies and transforms into a raw need to have him make love to me. He lowers his head to my crotch and spreads my legs. His tongue goes right into my soaking wet puss. My hips buck and I shudder as his flattened tongue licks my jewel, from my throbbing pink hole, across my gaping butthole and slaps my swollen clit. Sir Oliver ravishes my honeypot and as he does, I feel stings from his teeth grazing my clit. The little prickles coupled with the delicious sensation he’s sending to my love glove makes me tremble uncontrollably. It drives me to my peak and I feel my stomach twist and my
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Eden’s POV Sir Oliver’s smirk widens and he kisses me, pressing his sweet lips on mine. I purr against his lips and kiss him with just as much fervour. He cups my face harder and darts his tongue into my mouth, parting my mouth wider and giving him access to suck on my tongue. He brings one hand to my hip, drawing slow patterns from there up my boobs. His hand swallows one of my breasts and fondles it underneath my shirt. I feel a storm blowing inside of me when he somehow slips it inside my shirt, his hand coming in contact with my supple boobs. My nipple becomes swollen from his touch and he tweaks it and wrings it, our faces still stuffed in each other’s. Sir Oliver guides me to the bench as the kiss becomes fiercer and sits us down on it. His cologne wafts into my nostrils, so manly and so inviting. The more he kisses me and touches me, the more I melt for him. All my resolve has turned to dust, blowing away with the night’s chilly air. There wasn’t much of it anyway. I’ve be
The Billionaire Panty Ripper Chapter 19: Shamed
Eden's POV The woman shrieks, drawing the attention of most of the guests around her. She stares in horror at her silver dress, the wine splattered all over it and spreading like a dark blotch across her chest. It's even dripping down her neck. I'm so dead! “I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!” I apologize the moment I'm out of my dazed state. How could I have been so clumsy? What's with me and spilling drinks for heaven's sake?! The woman sends me a nasty glare so hot it could melt steel and reduce me to ashes. “You stupid klutz!” I don't stop apologizing. “Please forgive me, it was a mistake. I really didn't mean to—” “Shut up!” she snarls and stares down at her dress one more time. “You ruined my dress, ugh! You will pay for this!” Sir Oliver just stands still, observing the scene. I'm silently praying that he intervenes. I look at him with desperate, pleading eyes, my face scrunched in fear. But he's stoic, his expression remains unreadable and he doesn't utter a single word.
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The Billionaire Panty Ripper Chapter 17: Chided
Eden's POV I swallow hard and clasp my hands together, fidgeting with my fingers. Ma'am Pearla's face is masked with anger and disappointment. I just know that I'm finished. My time here is done. I only wish I could've stayed longer. "Eden, what is the meaning of this?!" she thunders. I shut my eyes as my heart thumps, expecting to hear “You're fired” or something of that sort. But it doesn't come. At least not yet. And then Ma'am Pearla points down to the marble floor, making my gaze follow in that direction. “Look at the floor! You were supposed to polish it yesterday but it's still streaked and dull!” I'm stunned. It's like I forget how to speak. Is this why she sent for me? I don't understand. “There's a party happening in one week. Do you know how many guests we have coming?! I expect everything to be sparkling clean at all times, Eden! So why is my floor still looking like someone took a dump on it?!” I blink rapidly like an idiot and then stutter, “I... I'm sorry, Ma'am
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Eden's POV “What are those on your neck?” Nancy's sharp voice puts a stop to my daydreaming. That's right. I'm in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and dreaming about Sir Oliver. I can't stop thinking about his tongue work from last night. Oh, how that warm muscle did wonders on my clit. “Eden, can you hear me? What are those?” She points at my neck, one of her eyebrows lifted up. “Huh?” is all I say in response. I bring my hand to my neck, feeling my skin. “I don't know. Is there something on my neck?” Nancy steps away from the shining copper pot of buttery lobster risotto cooking on the stove, her stare as cutting as the chef's knife I’m using to dice fresh herbs. The chef asked us to assist her with the breakfast while she made use of the restroom or whatever it is she said. I wasn't really paying attention. Nancy marches up to me and tilts my chin upwards with a sharp jab of her pointer finger. Her forehead creases, her mouth parts wide open. She looks at my face, looks at m
