MILES: Again, we locked eyes across the table, everything around us fading away as if we existed in our own universe, lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. I could feel her desire, a calm, gentle, controlled longing to escape forever into that universe where our love was undeniable, or perhaps feared. Barely noticing my chef as he placed the first course between us—a simple plate of fruit and cheese—I watched her eat, marveling at the heat that came from simply watching her take each bite. Her face was amazingly expressive, taking every bite with precision as if tasting for the first time. She gazed at me over her glass as she sipped her wine, slipping a grape between her lips, smiling coyly as her teeth crushed the skin, juices exploding into her mouth. Excesses streamed down the left corner of her mouth, and Meredith licked it clean with one swirl of her tongue before reaching for a strawberry. Deliberately snatching it just as her fingertip touched the red fruit, I grinned as
MEREDITH: What better way to end a day of great happiness, fun, and being spoiled than making love under the moonlight? Miles, lost in admiration, occasionally grabbed my ass over and over, not minding that I kept stepping on his legs. I struggled to keep up with the beat of the slow music playing in the background, filled with desire as I began to grind against him. The alcohol was shooting straight to my head and pussy, making me horny. I wasn't drunk, just tipsy, and I wanted to let loose. I knew he could be trusted. Honestly, I didn't care what he did with my body because I had given it to him a long time ago. Between the romance, my mind went to the thousands of gifts I had to open later on. This man knew my love language. He went all out to spoil me. Twenty-four was going to be a memorable year for me because of him. I devoured his mouth, kissing him as if my life depended on it. He caught on quickly and carried me up, my legs wrapped around his waist and our mouths entangled
MEREDITH:With one powerful thrust, Miles rammed into me. When I struggled to move away, he held my hips, steadying himself without moving. My breathing quickened, causing me to hyperventilate. I doubted I would ever get used to his dick; it always felt like the first time."Sorry, baby," he moaned as he pulled out. This time, he unhurriedly entered me. Miles was deep but less brutal, continuing the same pattern with a slight caressing of my clit. Soon, I began to grind against him, moving back and pushing forward to meet him halfway."Baby? Uhh…fuck me," I shamelessly begged in my head.He did just what I asked, pounding and ramming without mercy. Again, my breathing heightened, and my moans grew louder. Miles stopped again, frustrating me. He only chuckled when he noticed my disappointment.He instantly slapped his dick against my ass crack. I tensed, fearing my denial. Bit by bit, he entered my ass, rubbing my pussy at the same time.I gripped the edges of the lounger, digging my na
MEREDITH: "I am sorry, Lilly, but I am not expecting any package," I replied. "I think it is best you come down here because the new occupant of that space is uncomfortable about it. We would appreciate your presence," Lilly insisted. It might be important. There was no harm in going to see what she was talking about. "Okay. Give me some hours. I will be there." "Thank you, Miss Tate." "You are welcome." Returning to the kitchen, I bid the girls goodbye. Since my arrival, I have remained dressed in oversize gray sweatpants, a hoodie, and sneakers. Quickly, I took a shower and changed. The presents that Miles got me had been taken to my room. I would take my time to arrange them. A simple outfit of a yellow flowery gown from the collection of clothes he got me in Switzerland was my choice. Since the whip marks were on my ass and lower back, the dress completely covered them. To match it, I wore a pair of white sandals and grabbed one of the white Chanel handbags with a golden cha
MILES: Due to being jet-lagged and the thing with her ex, I lost my grip and couldn't work further. Once we got home, I took a cold shower, had dinner, and cuddled her to sleep. We didn't discuss it because there was nothing to talk about. At this stage, it was healthy. When it became a problem was if she started acting differently. Moreover, the way she handled it again was exceptional. Showing me that Alan was her past and whatever she once felt was not in existence. Very early the next day, Meredith was still asleep when I got ready and left to meet Steele. She had to go to the office later on and start the proposal for the rest of the project since this was ninety percent covered. The ten percent should be finished before the end of the month. It was a smooth day in general. Five hours of going over every detail with Steele, with Zara serving us snacks every ten minutes and asking, “why didn't Meredith come along with you?” To make her happy, my answer was casual. “Zara, she we
MILES: My gaze shifted from my throbbing cock to her serious face and then to the door. “Meredith, continue with what you were doing,” I repeated once more. Arms crossed to the chest, “no!” she rejected in a low growl. The knock came again, and I smiled. As if she read my mind knowing what I was about to do, “don't you--” “Come in!” I yelled. Immediately, she dropped to her knees with a small giggle. In no time, her mouth was on my cock. She had the most beautiful lips I have ever seen. Brandon strode in. His demeanor read trouble. “I am sorry to interrupt your work, but you need to listen to the news. You should check-” “Fuck!” I hissed when Meredith hit a spot. It was in a bid to not moan out loud in front of Brandon. She was playing with my balls while sucking just the tip of my cock. “Are you okay, Mr. Pierce?” He took steps forward, but I was quick to intervene. “It is fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “What were you saying?” “That you need to check your phone. There is
MEREDITH: The night was terrible for me. I found it hard to sleep. The news and how calmly Miles took it didn't sit well with me. The next day, it was chaotic once we got out of bed. Miles checked his stock prices, and they weren't looking good. His conversation with Aarhus ended with him being asked to hold off on the deal until after the investigation. When he called Zara, it was the same response. I had to do something to help. After pleasantries with Neymar, I took out my phone from my handbag once Mile strode into his office and dialed Zara's number. “Good Morning, Zara. How have you been?” “Meredith, love. I am fine. I have missed you. How was your vacation? Spill all the juicy details.” I managed to drop my handbag and walk to the convenience, so Miles didn't accidentally hear my conversation with her. Even though he was in his office, I couldn't be too sure. That man was meticulous. Also, he warned me to focus on myself and not stress about what was happening. I still want
MEREDITH: I was tempted to lie about the roses if Miles asked, but I knew that building our relationship on lies was unhealthy, even if it would ease the growing tension between us. “Are we having a rosy day?” Miles joked, cracking a faint smile. “What are all these?” He directed the question at me. Neymar glanced at both of us before quickly chiming in, “They're for me. My crazy ex wants me back,” he said before I could respond. “Okay. Don't let it interfere with work. Check the rest of the project. The proposal for organic production is wrong. Miss Tate, we have a press conference in the next two hours. Prepare,” Miles instructed. “Yes, Mr. Pierce,” I answered, my heart thumping like loud music. He winked at me before slamming the door shut. Exhaling, I whispered, “Thank you,” placing my hand across my chest to calm the pounding rage. I didn't want the lie, but it saved unnecessary drama. Miles was going through enough, and adding to it was unhealthy. “You're welcome. What do y
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