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
MEREDITH: The pleasure was immense, and I was worn out. Even in my dreams, I was happy, relaxed, and satisfied. No regretful feelings about what we had done or uncertainty, not until I heard the smashing sound that startled me awake. I jerked from the bed, and Miles wasn't there. Did someone sneak into the house? I searched for the light switch and flipped it on. Miles was gone, and so was his clothing. I grabbed a bathrobe from the hanger and went out of my room to find the source of the noise. My eyes fell on Miles's door, ajar. It was the first time. It was never open, not even for a second. I briefly contemplated within myself if I should head back inside or move there. What if he gets mad if I did so? “Help,” his weak voice sounded and went faint. I ran to him, not thinking of any consequences that might come later. Miles was on the floor, with nothing but his shirt. He looked almost dead. I knelt shaking him but didn't get any response. I felt his pulse, but it was very faint
MILES: The beeping of the machines hooked on me woke me up. How did I end up hooked to my ventilator and heart regulator? The slight clue presented itself as my weak eyes noticed the woman whose hair sprawled all over my hand and torso. She held my hand, and when I tried to remove it, she pulled, mumbled, and resumed snoring. I just mentally rolled my eyes and carefully freed myself. I removed the mask from my face, unplugging everything connected to me. My hands fondled Meredith's hair, tracing strand after strand. I glimpsed and saw that my shirt was slightly unbuttoned. I wasn't mad. I continued to stroke her hair. There was no way that position was comfortable. Did she stay by my side all night long? Sliding my body off the bed without waking her was a bit difficult. When I stood to my full length, my dick jiggled against my balls, reminding me of two things. One, I had fucked Meredith, and it was the best feeling. Second, she had seen me naked and vulnerable. Who else saw my gr
MEREDITH: Dark blindfolds went over my eyes, with Miles constantly reassuring me that I was safe and that I could trust him. He led me through a soft path into somewhere that smelled like flowers, filled with the chirping of birds. He took off the blindfolds, and I instantly went into static mode. The entire back garden had been adorned with roses of different colors. On the top of each branch, hanging were colorful birds in cages, giving a spiral form. In the middle was a very large box that had a bow tie made from roses and balloons in red and white. Miles grabbed a bouquet of roses and a second one filled with money and handed it over to me. He smiled and kissed my lips. I lost coordination of how to function. I just stood, blinking while glancing at everything. This couldn't be for me, right? What was he up to? “Meredith, I know we started on the wrong foot. I mean, you killed my favorite lilies. I still haven't forgiven you. Furthermore, our initial relationship was a lie, but
MILES: By the time I woke up, I was rejuvenated. Well-rested and filled with energy. Meredith was wrapping her hair when I squinted my eyes to adjust to the blaring brightness. She had changed into different clothing. “You tricked me into sleeping with your exceptional massage,” I said, pushing my heavy body to sit. She screamed and jolted back, flinging the towel. “Shit! You scared me.” Smiling, “Are you guilty of something?” “Maybe.” She picked up and folded the towel, placing it on the table. Then she came to me and planted a kiss on my lips before sinking into my lap. She traced the scars around my chest with the pad of her finger, then bent and tenderly kissed the scars. “You look well-rested.” “Thanks to you.” She slid off my lap and held out her hand. “Come.” Grumbling, I picked up my shirt and began to button it, following her. When we left the bedroom to go downstairs, she paused and looked at me. “Don't get mad at whatever you see.” “When I am warned beforehand, I te
MILES: My plate was empty, and so was hers. I didn't wait for her to head for the sink. Rather, I asked her to sit and began to clean up the counter and do the dishes. “You cook. I clean," I firmly told her. She drummed her fingers restlessly on the cold granite. “Fine. I never knew you could be this sweet. Always thought you were a bone to contend with. But you have proven me wrong. Look at you, looking hot while doing the dishes.” “I am surprised at myself. Anyway, do you want to continue working, or would you prefer to stay home?” “What do you mean? I am not following.” I studied her for a moment, then spoke the words I never thought I’d hear myself say. “You can just spend my money and not work. Or work from home without getting involved at the office. I don't mind.” I don't know what I was thinking. I just couldn't entertain the thought of her being stressed. She was speechless. Her lips moved, yet no words came out. Then she did the strangest thing. She laughed. Huge, loud
MEREDITH: Monday morning came, and Miles and I went over to Steele's headquarters to finalize the purchase. After discussing a lot of business terms and conditions, a final document was drawn up. Some clauses stated that Steele had the right to back out if Miles's image took a hit. Proper investigation, background checks, and financial audits would be done to ensure he wasn't guilty of anything. Reading the heavy document made me feel like he was going for gold rather than a football club. List upon list of dos and don'ts. Finally, the meeting came to an end with hand claps, hugs, and pictures. It would only take less than a month for Steele's signature to be scribbled on the dotted lines of the selling paper. Zara had also attended the meeting, and she insisted everyone celebrate. She had chefs bring over homemade meals, snacks, and gift bags for everyone in attendance. Many people were involved, mind you; myself, so many executives from both Steele and Miles's company, Zara, and
MILES: Tossing and turning, I felt cold, soft sheets under me—cotton of some sort. The atmosphere was filled with the aroma of something cooked with coconut, maybe rice. I sniffed and inhaled, trying to take in every line of smell. A baby began to fuss, crying, but I had no babies. Maybe I was imagining things. I laughed at myself. The cry became louder, turning into two babies. I scrambled out of bed, despising the distasteful noise. My attention fell on my outfit, and my coordination fell into confusion. I rushed to find a full-length mirror. I was in some awful red pajamas, a black polo, and some metal stuff on my finger that felt cold. Fear gripped me as I fought the acceptance of that familiar coldness—a golden wedding band sat pretty on my fingers. The kids continued to cry, making me spin around to try to get to them. A familiar voice called out to me. “Baby, please, find out what's wrong with the kids.” “Meredith?” I asked, bewildered. She appeared with a hand towel, dryin
Nine months later… MILES:Given another chance, I'd choose Meredith. It's just unfair no one shared the pregnancy manuscript or advised waiting. Our incredible honeymoon across seven countries resulted in Meredith unexpectedly getting pregnant. I'd planned to enjoy ourselves a bit longer before diving into parenthood, but life had other plans. The journey became a whirlwind and a battleground. I actively participated in our pregnancy, cherishing the moments. Yet, Meredith's emotions were a rollercoaster. She craved only the company of Brandon, Zara, and Sarah. Unless she sought intimacy, I was on the sidelines. Sex became frequent, anywhere she desired. She ate and cried excessively. I urged her to rest, avoiding work to focus on herself. Bored, she picked up new hobbies like painting and knitting. Habits changed; she turned into a neat freak and often scolded me, but I didn't mind. Overall, she blossomed, with fuller breasts and curvier hips. Mrs. Pierce became my constant fantasy.
MEREDITH: Miles, true to his word, made sure I didn't do anything at all at the wedding. My greatest contributions were "yes" or "no." He had everything and everyone over. He also "fired" me, saying that he wanted me to glow at my wedding and that working would stress me. Zara, Grenada, Sarah, Lucinda, and even Brandon were actively involved. I received so much love and gifts that I had to convert one of the vacant rooms into a gift room. Miles began renovating the house to suit my taste, even though I protested that I was okay with the old layout of the house. He disagreed, changing colors, bringing new furniture, and adding feminine touches to certain parts of the house. The long-awaited day finally came. In all honesty, the days went by quickly. We decided on a private wedding close to a beach in Fiji. It was our best decision. We had the day decorated in gold and black. There were chairs for just a hundred guests, arranged in rows of fifty on each side, overlooking the altar, wh
MILES: "Come." I took her hand through the back door to our balcony. As soon as we were outside, I was on my knee again. "Marry me. Again. Meredith Tate, soon to be Meredith Pierce." This time, I had the ring with me. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" I slipped it on her finger, and we kissed. "Oh, my. It is beautiful. Everything is." I had roses all over the balcony, a bottle of champagne and two glasses in an ice bucket waiting, and a gigantic picture of Christian. "Sorry, I sent you to the kitchen. I was asking him for permission," I pointed at Christian's picture. "He said he wouldn't have allowed you to be with anyone else but me," I boasted. I wish he were here. I would have loved to have had a younger brother too. Meredith was already sobbing. I could tell she was grateful for my thoughtfulness. She hugged and kissed the picture of her brother. I held her close to me as we stared out from the balcony, sipping our champagne. Once more, she glanced at her ring. "Thank you, Miles. Thank you. I
MEREDITH: After disappearing from Miles's life months ago, I felt empty. To occupy myself, I worked as a volunteer on various projects in the place I relocated to, with the most prominent and peaceful one being animal rescue. During that time, I regained myself and rediscovered that he was my happiness, and I wanted to be with him for as long as we lasted. Two days ago, at the last minute, my lovely boss gathered me and the team to inform us that we had received a VIP invitation to a children's charity program in California. After hearing all the details, I couldn't resist attending. Believe me, the idea was to slip in and out without encountering him. I wasn't ready for that interaction, or truthfully, I feared facing him. I should have known something was up when my boss handed over clothes, shoes, and jewelry, claiming that every member of the team got the same package. I should have known a hot billionaire had a hand in it. Upon our arrival, as I listened to his speech and heard
Four months later... MILES: Despite my efforts to locate her, Meredith managed to elude me. She did an excellent job of hiding, but I was even more determined. My sources eventually tracked her down to a remote island in Africa where she had flown to. I had no intention of disrespecting her wishes, nor did I want to leave her alone. From a distance, I kept a close watch on her, deploying my men strategically and occasionally flying down myself to observe her activities. She volunteered at a local zoo, dedicated to wildlife conservation. It was evident she hadn't forgotten about me, as she often drunkenly confessed how much she missed me and our intimacy. On such nights, I would escort her back to her apartment. I admit, I even observed her in private moments, finding myself mirroring her actions. However, despite the satisfaction, I grew weary of this distant observation. I longed to be close to her, to have her by my side. Meanwhile, Steele sold the stadium to me, with the conditi
MILES: Her words melted my heart. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, savoring every moment as our tongues danced together. Going back to my seat, I told her everything that had happened in her absence and how Neymar and Britney were involved. "We can never truly know anyone, I guess." She also told me everything that had happened when Alan took her and how she was able to escape. We spent an hour talking, interspersed by moments of light laughter and occasional sobs from her. I was surprised that we both had the energy to converse after our lovemaking. Though I had her, though she had forgiven me, though everything was over, I still felt guilt. I felt a heavy burden of guilt because I believed I could have saved Christian. "Meredith, I have something to tell you." She moved onto her side to face me. "Go ahead," she said, beaming with a smile. "I think I might be responsible for Christian's death," I confessed. She shot upright. "How so?" I sat up too and narrated the whol
MILES: “Fuck me. Hard,” were the words Meredith spoke after killing Louis. As tempting as it sounded, she wasn't in her right frame of mind when she made that request. She needed comfort and therapy later on. It's never easy to take the life of another person. “Baby, you need to allow me to take you home, so you can rest.” Her eyes gave me a warning glare before she reached up and kissed me. Those darkened irises were telling me, 'fuck me, or I will jump on you in front of the boys.' I've learned never to doubt her capacity for implementing things over time. If she asked for that, then I would give it to her. Brandon was at our side, then he cleared his throat, worry plastered over his hard face. “Miss Tate, are you alright?” With a silent reply, “yes.” No. She wasn't. She was fighting to be strong, holding onto every bit of herself not to fall apart. Such a strong girl. My woman saved me; if not, Louis would have blown my brains out. How could I have given her up so easily? A gir
MEREDITH: This selfish-murderous clown hurled me to an abandoned warehouse where he chained me to a septic tank, only feeding me once a day. Other than crates, there was nothing useful in the warehouse. He said it was going to be one of his production sites once the manufacturing started. On the second day, he made me do an interview where I admitted his innocence and announced that we were back together. He neither gave me extra clothing to cover myself during cold nights or allow me to freshen up. I wore the same clothes for three days, only getting thirty minutes to take care of business whenever he found it convenient. At night, he disappeared, probably for his own comfort, leaving me with just a dimly lit lantern. It was scary, lonely, and overwhelming. I was left with just my thoughts, thinking about numerous things. Would Christian have been happy with the breakthrough of what he believed so much in? Would I still have met Miles? Would Christian have loved and approved of Mil
MILES: “I swear to God, if you move, I will order them to shoot you,” Louis warned me, signaling the hefty guys who drew their guns and closed in on me. “Drop your phone!” She ordered. There was no way in hell I was going to take an order from her. Not happening. Squinting and maintaining eye contact, I tried to punch my emergency trigger button on the lock screen, so Brandon could get the alert. But, Louis snatched a gun from one of her goons and shot it into the air, showing me that she meant business. Instantly, I tossed the phone to the floor. “Good boy. You do not have nine lives, so don't test my patience.” She shot the phone numerous times until nothing was left of it. “I must say that I am excited. Here, I was, wondering how to get to you. But, you fell right into our hands. How did you know of this place?” Seconds passed without an answer. She shook her head and said, “It doesn't make sense. You only made things easier for us.” The guys were now at my side; two to the left