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
MILES: We trailed behind her. Once again, passing numerous wards of sick people and doctors with nurses rushing to attend to them. Minimizing my focus to make sure I concentrated on getting to our destination, we rode the elevator. We made it out. This floor held both the examination room and Grenada's office. “Brandon, wait outside,” I instructed as we entered the examination room. “Yes, sir.” Grenada tried to lend me a hand to get inside, but I glared at her, storming into the examination room. “We better have a proper explanation as to why I keep fainting,” I mumbled, catching a glimpse of Grenada rolling her eyes. I lay on the examination bed after changing into a hospital gown. The cold metal bed rails, soft pillows, crisp sheets, and smooth plastic emergency remote were all uncomfortable for me. Grenada wore gloves. A cool swipe of antiseptic being applied to my skin was quickly replaced with a prick of a needle that made me jerk. She began to carry out a series of tests. S
MEREDITH: Before I could gather my thoughts, the words already slipped out of my mouth. Miles's presence overshadowed my thinking. If I read his body language correctly, he wasn't kidding about what he was about to show me, and my gut feeling told me I wasn't ready for it. Still, I asked for it and would eventually face the consequences. We pulled up to a busy area. Girls lined up in their skimpy outfits, struggling to get in, and the guys over-dressed to impress. Miles's guards first stepped out of the black van they rode in. From behind us, they inspected the premises before informing Brandon through the wired coil around his ears that the path was clear. “Sir, the area is clear,” Brandon in turn informed us. “I can't believe you are taking me to a club on a Monday in my work outfit. Miles Pierce, you are just too odd. I thought clubbing was done on weekends?” I complained. He chuckled and leaned in close to my face. “Darling, I can club anytime. As I said, this is a special clu
MILES: Sensing her fear, I moved closer to her. “Hey, trust me. I would never hurt you unless it's for pleasure, and I'm pretty experienced with that. Don't worry. I'm just going to find out what you like and dislike. You might not be different after all.” “I don't want to. You are scaring me, Miles.” “Okay. I won't force it. Let's go eat dinner then. I made a reservation. Let's get to the room.” She studied me for a while and reluctantly placed her hand in mine. We continued walking, with me making sure that her sight was focused on our path. Shortly, we got to my door, which had the bold inscription of 'BLU' italicized in black. I reached into my pocket and got my key, unlocking the door to a place that held a different personality of who I was, which she would soon find out. She took in the view and gasped. “It's beautiful.” Indeed, it was. I enrolled in this club when I was in a dark place in my life years back. I visited frequently as it was a source of validation. Somehow,
MEREDITH: I lacked experience when it came to sex and having a healthy sex life. With my ex, it was mostly vanilla experiences—when he wasn't busy cheating, that is. Thanks to Miles, I was gaining a new perspective. Perhaps that's why it's better to choose someone older. Despite my recent rambling, the sight before me was undeniably arousing. The whip marks on the slender blonde's skin and the brunette's assertive control captivated me. My body burned with desire, longing for release. Miles made sure I didn't touch myself but rather watched. He kept teasing me, alternating between sucking and blowing cold air into my ears, sending shivers down my spine. My skin prickled, and my nipples grew sensitive. I whimpered and straddled him, craving his touch like a desperate whore begging to be satisfied. The latex-clad mistress, her lips coated in bold red lipstick, switched on the vibrator and pressed it against the blonde's exposed clit. In the brightened room, every detail was vivid. The
MILES: I hadn't expected her to give in. It was easy and pleasurable. The way her body reacted, and her eyes lit up, showed that this was a subdued part of her that I had just brought to life. Impressive. Exposing just enough for me to enjoy and covering her up, I kept lowering her onto my pulsing dick. Meredith felt tight that I almost thought my dick would break. She was moaning in both pain and pleasure. Patiently and steadily, I was all in. I couldn't believe how she was always able to completely take the whole of me. She began to ride me, pulling back and forth. I slouched against the chair, allowing her to lead. She was covering my view and I only heard the moans of the trio in the room with us. I didn't care about them any longer. My whole attention was on my woman. Yes. MINE! Meredith moaned deliciously, and I was forced to start the vibrator. I raised my back while sitting, pressing her deeper to my dick until I felt what I presumed were the walls of her stomach. Haha. Jus
MEREDITH: I nearly protested when he started touching me. I wanted to tell him that I was tired and didn't mind pleasuring him orally. I couldn't handle another orgasm. That's what I thought. But he silenced me with his actions. I had never been touched or explored like this before. With precision. Patience. Speed. He let go of the vibrator, opting to use his own hands. A piece of toy wasn't satisfactory for what he wanted me to feel. His eyes remained on me as he quickly removed his suit pants and briefs, then shed his jacket and shirt, standing completely naked before me. I was painfully aroused even though I had just experienced the best orgasm of my life seconds ago. I ducked my head shyly, my cheeks flushing at the sight. I knew he could see my reaction because we were in the brightly illuminated part of the room. Partly embarrassed that I was enjoying every moment of this night instead of resisting. Questions crossed my mind, but I wouldn't initiate them until this was over. M
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