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
MILES: Meredith’s eyes had turned darker, the hunger there clearly evident. I ran my cock up and down her wetness, coating the tip with her cream. Her body trembled underneath me. My desire grew with anticipation and growing ecstasy. Grasping her hip with one hand, I wrapped my other hand around her thigh as I thrust slowly inside, filling her completely. But as soon as I was inside, I gasped, my eyes widening as darkness fell upon me. Damn! Withholding was the fastest way to enjoy desire. It was such a perfect moment. I began to thrust in and out, with Meredith wriggling in pleasure. I didn't put in my full length, as I wanted to be careful not to hurt her. Her voice was a melody to my ears, and her eyes radiated lust. “Miles,” she whispered. “Yes, baby?” Deeper and deeper I went until I was buried to the hilt, with Meredith shrieking. Mercilessly, I pounded her, and in no time, my pleasure built. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch those beautiful breasts of yours bounce,” I
MEREDITH: Miles had improved my mood significantly by changing my outfit into brown furry shorts and a beige t-shirt with brown flip-flops. I felt more comfortable, appreciating his attention to detail, much like his care after sex. Despite feeling a bit sticky from the aftermath, I knew I'd clean up later. When Miles whispered his suggestive words, I couldn't help but melt. However, I was still irritated by the server hitting on him. Call me petty, but I couldn't shake off my territorial instincts. Placing his card back into his pocket, I watched as he grabbed the rest of our order. “Here's something for you, Olive,” he said, tipping the girl a generous amount. I had no issue with Miles' generosity. The girl blushed and accepted the money. “See you around, Olive,” I said with a smile, playfully grabbing Miles's behind as we left. As most of the guards started enjoying their coffees, they gave us a small bow when they saw us. “You don't only take care of me, but my men too. How lu
MILES: “Hey. Hey. I am here with you. I am here,” I repeated as she continued to wail. There was something she wasn't telling, and I could see that she wasn't ready to. That was okay. For as long as she needs to grow to trust me, I will be patient. “I am sorry. I probably look like an idiot for doing this.” “Shhh. You can cry all you want. You will still look lovely to me. After all, your makeup has been worn off for a long time.” I ran my hand up and down her shoulders, trying to comfort her. Her cries began to die down, making me feel better. This was what they call a breakdown. My baby was battling with it a lot, and she couldn't even trust me enough to express herself. She cleaned her eyes with the back of her palm, hiccupping. “Christian is, or safe to say, was my brother.” “Was?” “Yes. I can't find him. He left home to pitch an idea to someone, as he didn't want to ruin the surprise by telling me. He never came home." “Were the police involved?” “Yes. I had to involve a p
MEREDITH: Talk about a man who plans a vacation in the middle of the road after a night of intimacy, and the name Miles Pierce shows up. I couldn't even argue with him when he announced that we were going away on a vacation. Even though I nagged him about not giving me prior notice and discussing things with me, the man simply told me to sit still and enjoy my princess treatment. I took his advice anyway. We packed up and flew off in his private plane, with him tucking me in after my episode of flight fear. I slept throughout the flight. Miles didn't tell me where we were headed, and we didn't go through the rigorous airport inspection process. Damn! There were perks to wealth and power, and having everything at your disposal was at the top of that list. Here we are, four days later, in one of his luxurious, comfy apartments in Switzerland. I haven't been able to explore much since we spent time in every corner of the house. I wanted Miles to properly rest too. I remember us mentio
MILES: Emerging from the bathroom to meet a whole different Meredith made my hand itch to touch her and my dick pulse to have her all over again. That dress, the color, and her light makeup were radiating. She had woken me up with butterfly kisses all over my face, reminding me just how much she loved me. The gown gave her a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and her complexion simmered. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on the sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she smiled at me. It was mesmerizing to see her flowing, moon-shadow-black hair cascade down her shoulder. Her enticing, constellation-hazel eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. Her lips tasted strawberry-sweet when I kissed her. All that mattered was making today memorable for her, I thought to myself. I zoned off after getting dressed, unable to resist the chance to appreciate how far she had come with her w
MEREDITH: Miles, tired of my endless shopping spree, went to sit since he was tired of moving from one aisle to the other. I promised him that it was the final one. I had gone searching for chocolate bars to end our now-filled carts. Successfully, I got the last one off the top shelf. Exhaling, I tossed it into the cart and began to wheel it to the cashier when a coconut snack caught my eye. I giggled within, knowing how giving this to Miles would make up for all the stress. Whoever arranged these shelves must be tall because he or she showed no mercy in putting up items on the uppermost part of this shelf. Another struggle to get it down. There was no support to help me with getting up there. Even the heels were useless. I began to jump, trying to knock it over. A first attempt failed. Another one and another one until the fifth time, which already had me panting from the unplanned exercise. The bag fell over with me stumbling to catch it, so it wouldn't shatter. My movement led to
MEREDITH: Alan averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at us. From behind, his girlfriend, with her extravagant makeup and attire, emerged. Clasping her arms over Alan's arm, “We meet again. Hi, you two,” she greeted us with a fake smile that made the Botox on her face obvious. She couldn't even properly smile. “Hold your man and keep him on a leash. If he misbehaves next time, I might be forced to throw a punch,” Miles warned her without returning her cocky greetings. “What is this about?” she asked. “I don't know. You ask him.” Louis darted her eyes between Miles, myself, and Alan. Maybe her brain was working backward, or she had gone deaf. “Your stomach doesn't seem to be growing. What happened? Don't tell me you lost the baby. I have geared myself to become a doting aunty,” she mocked, an arrogant scowl twinkling on her face. Miles soon wiped it off her face with his response. “We definitely won't invite you to anything that has to do with our little angel. I don't want my k
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