MILES: I couldn't admit to myself that I was struggling to get a good night's sleep. That familiar feeling of restlessness had crept back, and as Saturday slowly unfolded, my heart felt bitter, sad, and unsettled. I hated this recurring emotion that had plagued me before, but I couldn't pinpoint the reason. This inconvenience had pushed me out of bed, and I thought distracting myself with a run might help until I learned of Meredith's absence. Today, I desperately wanted to have her within my sight. It was more than just making sure she showed up for the birthday party. I craved her presence, an unreasonable desire that had consumed me. I couldn't explain why Meredith had become my problem when the women I dated never received this level of attention and concern from me. The only person who bothered me was myself. She eventually gave in to my seriousness, and I grabbed the keys to the Mercedes-Benz. Aside from her occasional glares, the ride was silent. The farther we ventured from
MEREDITH: As we drove back to Miles's house, I stole glances at him. "We didn't have time to get to know each other. How are we going to bluff our way through the occasion?" "Shit!" He ran a frustrated hand through his unkempt hair before returning it to the gear shift. "We can practice as you get ready." "That isn't enough time to take in many details. It would seem so unnatural." His hand suddenly moved from the gear to my thigh, and I tensed. He withdrew his hand, sighing as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Leaning his head back, he watched me with ill-concealed impatience. "I think we have to get rid of your stiffness whenever I touch you, Meredith. It will give us away." "I'm not used to it," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "You, ah, usually put me on edge." "We're going to have to be close," he informed me, his voice laced with determination. "Lovers are. They touch and caress. They whisper and exchange glances. There's a familiarity
MILES: It took me less than thirty minutes to get ready, but when I went searching for Meredith, she still wasn't done. Nearly another hour and a half had passed, and she was still not ready. Women and their penchant for taking forever to prepare – I just hoped it would be worth the wait. Impatiently, I drummed my fingers on the counter. The tapping of heels caught my attention, and I turned my head, my hand froze halfway as I tried to take a sip of my drink. The Meredith I was used to seeing was nowhere to be found. She had been completely transformed into a beautiful, glowing, and curvy vision of allure. The right clothes, a flattering haircut, and skillful makeup worked wonders, enhancing her natural beauty with a confident aura. Everything she wore fit her perfectly. "You look okay," I mentioned, not wanting to express the overwhelming compliments that flooded my mind. "Just okay?" No, not just okay. She looked stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous. The diamonds looked exquisite o
MILES: Meredith accepted my extended hand, allowing me to help her get down from the car. Her eyes were wide as she took in the extraordinary house and serenity of the environment. I, too, was impressed – my own home paled in comparison to Steele's lavish estate. "You've seen more than this before. Just act like that," I murmured, tugging her close, hoping the gesture appeared natural. She didn't fight me, leaning her body into mine. "Hold on." I bent over in the back seat and grabbed two boxes of gifts I had procured for the celebrant. "Take this. It's a gift I got for Mrs. Steele." Brandon drove off with my car. "Now is the time to relax." She looked up at me with a frown. "Maybe you're used to this sort of extravagance, Miles. But I'm not." Her gaze darted around rapidly, and panic began to show on her face. "I don't belong here," she whispered. "They're going to see right through this show if I don't act naturally. It's difficult and astonishing because I've only met a few rich
MEREDITH: Conversations had drowned each other, but Zara, a vibrant woman who dragged me around to partake in every little talk, made my presence feel genuinely appreciated. Separating from Miles was a bit difficult, as I didn't want our statements to come out differently. It was an impossible task to keep the chattering light and my answers shallow. The more I tried to avoid those probing questions like "how did you meet him? What is he like? What is his favorite this and that?", the more they persisted. Thankfully, it was time for Zara to cut her cake and unwrap her presents. I was relieved I wasn't faced with the question of what we had gotten her, as I had no idea what was in those boxes. Although I had managed to get her a small gift, which she seemed to appreciate. The woman made me feel the warmth of a mother, and I thoroughly enjoyed being around her. "Thank you, Meredith," she beamed as she opened the box containing the simple black and golden necklace I had procured. She p
MILES: Everything happened so fast. One moment, Meredith was behind me, and the next, she was on the ground with scraped knees. Seeing her nearly get hit by a car constricted my heart, and the fear of losing her cut off my breathing. If anything had happened to her, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself. My heart told me I was meant to protect her, but my brain questioned why I was so overwhelmingly concerned, to the point of tears and anger. "Meredith, I won't repeat myself," I scolded, not caring about the gathering crowd and cameras. She obediently handed her shoes to Brandon. I carried her to the car, and she clung to my neck, too stunned to speak. When we arrived, I laid her gently on the seat. Her knees were badly scraped, and the more I looked at them, the more my heart ached, not my anger. "How fast can we get to the hospital?" I asked. Brandon checked his iPad and responded, "The closest hospital is twenty minutes away." "That's far!" I exclaimed, my concern for
MEREDITH: My mind underwent a temporary factory reset with the escalating heat between us. I knew denial had persisted for too long, and tonight was inevitable. Everything about Miles resonated with me: his clean-shaven face, sharp suit, and captivating smile. The tipping point was his tender care when he tended to my wounds, his concern genuine. I couldn't resist. I disregarded any reservations about surrendering to him, about his possessive remarks, and his dominance. My brain shut down, focusing solely on Miles and his effect on my body. The way he paid attention, appreciated, and ignited every nerve was worth the wait. Crazy as it sounded, I was grateful for the accident that brought us here. Despite the pang in my heart over the ruined gown and a fleeting thought of Christian, I found comfort in the healing touch of a man who hadn't caused the pain. When I attempted to undress him, his response signaled for me to yield control to him. Standing before Miles in nothing but my und
MILES: I've had so many women, and none felt as good as Meredith did. She was tight and warm, making me lose control with every contact. This woman was perfect inside-out. “Miles… I... oh… don't stop,” she moaned. I maintained the sequence, rubbing, teasing, and pounding her. Watching her breasts bounce as I slammed into her so fast, was arousing. I continued until she arched her back further, and I knew she was on the verge. I took both her hands and drew her up, making her lean against my chest while I had open access to vigorously rub while she ground against me, moaning. “I am cumming, Miles,” she announced, quaking like a leaf as she shivered. Her release streaked down my cock, making entering and exiting her so easy. I kept going at that speed, and before I knew it, my orgasm began to build. Meredith disarmed me. I didn't even request her medical records as I normally would. I was fucking her without a condom, which could be so risky. I must say that my head was overridden b