"Nicholas." Mary’s mouth was already moving before she registered what she just said. It was impossible; Nicholas couldn’t be here. But why is she seeing him here, at the restaurant?It all seemed to happen fast because someone who was coming from the back bumped into her, and Mary watched, feeling like she was in an outer body, as the tray fell down."Thud." The tray hit the ground with a thud, shattering on impact on the floor, and the noise seemed to shake her awake, and she jolted.She looked down at the mess she had made, at a loss for what to do with the person’s order now on the floor. Liz, who had been watching the scenario, came towards her.Mary bent down to start picking up the shards, but Liz stopped her. "Don’t worry, I will get it." She replied in her usual calm voice. Liz left to get a broom and a dustpan, while Mary continued standing there.She tried to pretend she didn’t know that the person in front of her wasn’t Nicholas, and she went to the next table, whose order
Amy looked at Nicholas, black orbs to blue orbs, her gaze unwavering. He didn’t seem to be backing down any time soon, and he stared at her head-on.Amy looked away; his gaze was too hot for her to handle, and she looked back at Mary. Her eyes were pleading that she should let it be and let them go. But Amy couldn’t let that happen. She had been with Mary since she came here, and she knew just how much Nicholas had hurt her, and she vowed that no one was going to hurt her friend again."That is alright; I am coming.""Amy. You can’t do this; you need to stay here; I will be fine." Mary pleaded, gently squeezing her hand."I don’t care if you will be fine or not, but I am coming with you. I am not leaving you in the hands of a man who threw you out." Nicholas whined as he heard that, and Amy eyed him in distaste. "Who knows what he would do next time?""Look. Amy, or whatever you are called, I won’t tolerate any disrespect; I know my action wasn’t exactly good, but the last thing I wil
They all sat on the sofa, with Nicholas and Mary sitting together while Amy and Cameron sat on the adjacent sofa, silence reigning over them.The tension in the air was so thick that a knife could cut through it, and no one was willing to say anything."Alright, that is enough; I can’t continue pretending we are all mute." Cameron said he was shifting outward. "While we are still gathering our thoughts, we could maybe get to know each other. There are new faces here.""Sure, not like we don’t already know." Amy shrugged."Alright. I am Cameron, and that is Nicholas." Cameron said, and he waited for someone to introduce themselves. But neither Mary nor Nicholas could be bothered, so Amy sighed, deciding to do it."I’m Amy, Mary’s friend. I don’t think I need to introduce Mary since she is the protagonist here. Yeah, and that is all." Amy said, and everywhere became silent again."Who is the child’s father?" Nicholas started, wasting no time. He needed to know the father of the child, s
Mary climbed the stairs back to her room, and she opened the door to see Amy and Cole already in bed. Cole was already sleeping, and a little smile plagued his lips."Thank you for watching him." Mary said, walking towards the bed. She looked down at her son with love-filled eyes, and she leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight." She whispered to him."It’s no problem. I had begun to think you weren’t going to go back upstairs." Amy replied, watching them."Sorry, I was held down by something." Mary was explaining, but they heard a knock on the door, and she kept quiet. "Come in, please." Mary said, and Cameron came in, dragging two boxes behind him."Where should I put these? Cameron asked, gesturing to the bags."Don’t worry, I will take over from here. Thank you for the help." Mary said as she got up from the bed and padded towards him."You are welcome. I will be taking my leave now," Cameron replied, and he was about to head towards the door when he noticed Amy o
The familiar iPhone ringtone blared out, disturbing the quiet room, and everyone reached to their pockets since they all owned one. But it turned out to be Mary’s.Nicholas gently placed Cole in his cot, and he went back to his seat, watching as Mary picked up her phone. He didn’t know when a wave of anger would come to him. But he was a little happy for her.He was angry that she had left the phone he had given her; if only she had carried it, it would have been easy to track her. But at the same time, he was happy that she had been living fine enough to get a phone.A nice phone at that. Now he felt stupid that he had been worried about her and her wellbeing. After he had the talk with his dad, Nicholas had problems sleeping well. He had been worried that he had cast her away to the street, and she had ended up begging or even worse.But it was obvious she was fine; she even had the money to get a phone. An iPhone at that. Those things don’t come cheap, and they wouldn't be easy for
"Nicholas." Mary fisted his head as she moaned his name. She looked down at the erotic scene, and she could almost cum from what she saw.Nicholas was sucking on her sensitive nipple; his eyes were closed and in bliss. It wasn’t until she saw his throat move that she knew that he had swallowed. Then it occurred to her.Nicholas was sucking her breast! That was still filled with milk!But gosh, it felt so good. She threw her head back, her eyes closed, as the sensations racked through her. She weakly gripped his hair as she tried to prevent him from doing that."Nicholas." She whined, but it was more of a moan than a protest, and he continued his administration.Finally, he left her nipple, dragging the pink bud with his teeth, and it squirted some milk on his chin. Nicholas' hands reached to where the milk had spilled, and he cleaned it with his fingers, bringing the same finger to his mouth and sucking it."Hmm, delicious." He smiled as he licked his finger clean. Mary flushed red, a
The couple collapsed onto the bed after that intense round of fucking and discovering each other’s bodies. Their chests rose and collapsed in unison as they tried to catch their breath. "That was wonderful. Nicholas said, turning to his side to look at his wife. Her hair was tousled all over the bed, and her cheeks were flushed from the blood rushing to her cheeks, but in that moment, she had never looked more beautiful to Nicholas. "Yea." Mary said, after a while, still slightly out of breath. The orgasm had been intense and had left her mind jumbled enough for her to think of any logical reason. The reason they had come to the room was long forgotten. Nicholas reached and tucked her hair behind her ears, all his focus on her. Now that he was experiencing post-nut clarity, he wondered why he had thrown Mary out because he couldn’t find a logical reason. "I’m sorry." Nicholas whispered, and Mary looked up to meet his eyes. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle like stars, and they seeme
"Sometimes, I think I hate you." Mary declared, and Nicholas was mute for a moment, his ears ringing from the confession. If she hated him, does that mean she was going to leave? If she decided to leave him, he was going to have to grant it to her because he couldn’t hold her here without her consent. That was the least he could do after everything he had done to her. "But I can’t because I love you." Mary said, and Nicholas whipped up his head so fast, thinking he had misheard it. At least there was still hope for him. "I’m truly sorry for the way I treated you, Mary. It was no one's fault but mine, and I know that now. But I am ready to make this right; please give me a chance." Nicholas pleaded, his voice sounding sincere. Mary looked up at him, the sincerity shining in his eyes, or that was what she wanted to see. In her heart, she prayed that Nicholas was being truthful. "I don’t know if I can do that, Nicholas; you have hurt me so much. My heart still aches from the betraya