Maxwell sharply turned to look at her. Although he wasn't really sure about his mother's case, what Angelina said made sense. A lot of sense infact. He had hastily passed judgement on Angelina and up till now, he's still regretting that. The woman he had written off as a two-timing, deceptive, phony and scheming she-devil had actually turned out to be the sweetest, kindest, funniest and most pure-hearted angel he had ever come across. So yes, what she just said made a great deal of sense indeed! Hasty judgements mostly lead to regrets.Angelina's melodic voice stole into his thoughts. "I'm still confused about one thing though. You mentioned earlier that you banned both of your parents from interfering with your life. But in your story, it was your father who…erm, sent you away."Maxwell scoffed. "Yeah, when the love of his life came back into his life, the duke thought that he could have it all. I guess he thought that her return into his life automatically meant that ev
Angelina found herself completely captivated by the flowers which were now sitting beautifully in the vase. She had never seen a collection of flowers as beautiful as the one in front of her. Since she had initially assumed they were from his secret lover, she didn't bother to look properly at them but now that she knows who they came from, she gave the captivating flowers a proper look and that was when she saw the very attractive, neat floral arrangement they were made in. There were different varieties of flowers from hyacinths to hydrangeas to white tulips, lillies, peonies and carnations. It was indeed a very eye-catching collection of purple, pink and white flowers. However, what caught her rapt attention was the beautiful floral arrangement in the middle of the bouquet which looks like word arrangement of some sort. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was indeed word arrangement which spelt the words 'H.B.D SON'It took Angelina a short while to ponder over the words and w
Since the reservation that Isabella made was for eight pm at night, by seven fifteen pm, Angelina was all decked up and ready to go. However, she kept twirling around in front of the mirror, feeling quite uncomfortable and self-conscious in the dress Isabella had bought specifically for this night.Wasn't a white dress supposed to signify purity, virtuousness and chastity? But her own white dress signified the direct opposite! With the way the low cut v-neck exposed almost half of her cleavage and the way the bodycon dress hugged her curvaceous body in all the right places, she looked like a siren set out to seduce all the men she comes across!That was Angelina's thought as she kept turning from this way to the other in front of the mirror, assessing her looks. She had always been aware that she had an attractive feminine figure ever since she was a teenager which was why she had mostly disguised as a boy at that time due to the lecherous slum guys who find it hard to keep their hand
Despite her discomfort and self-consciousness about the sexy bodycon dress, Angelina was having a good time at the posh restaurant. Dining at the seventh floor of the fancy Stratford Hotel was like a dream come true for Angelina as she loved going high up on the rooftop, which is probably the main reason why Isabella chose it in the first place. Not just that, the gently dimmed lighting, the funky plants, beautiful stone surfaces and most especially, the smooth, melodic and slow jazz music playing in the background made the atmosphere very appealing and romantic. Even the food tasted so wonderful that Angelina had her second foodgasm on the same day. Isabella had made reservations for a table for two but using his connections, Maxwell had changed it to the whole floor, making the two of them the only customers for the night. Therefore, the attention of the entire staff was solely on them with their friendly, eager-to- please attitude adding to the glitz and glamour of the beautiful
She slumped and fell directly into Maxwell's hands. The instant he had seen her swaying, he had rushed to her, just in time to save her from falling down. Thereafter, he didn't waste any time in scooping her up bridal style and making his way to the elevator, ignoring the offender's pleas for forgiveness. Seeing that, Damon picked up Angelina's clutch from where she had left it on the table, got her phone from the DJ before rushing after the couple.He arrived just in time to see Maxwell reversing his luxurious Lamborghini out of the parking lot and luckily for him, Maxwell had left the window on Angelina's side open so she could be getting some fresh air. Therefore, he rushed to the side and carefully pushed in the clutch through the window, making sure not to hit Angelina who was gradually reviving.On their way home, Maxwell couldn't concentrate fully on his driving as he had to keep placating Angelina who had fully regained her consciousness but was crying as hysterically as she
Maxwell had to grip the frame of the bed with all his might in order to restrain himself from instantly jumping on her. Although he had never wanted or needed anything or anyone as desperately as he wanted Angelina at that moment, he just couldn't bring himself to do as he was dying to without confirming that she was a hundred percent sure about this. He had offended her more than enough in the past and so he would hate himself if he does something with her which she might end up regretting later.He had to muster all the courage in him before he could be able to force his eyes to remain in hers due to the uncontrollable urge to move his gaze lower so his hungry eyes could feast on the breathtaking sight of her stark naked upper body. He then croaked out in the most hoarse, husky and raspy voice she had ever heard him use. "Thank you, wifey. But there's a slight problem… this birthday gift…If I'm to accept it, it must be whole. I just can't be able to handle it in half. I just ca
Maxwell's first instinct was to grab the opportunity and jump on her but then out of nowhere, he felt his conscience beginning to prick at him once again. He was a hundred percent sure that once his tongue touched her dripping core, once he sucked her womanly juices directly from her honeypot, there was no going back for him. He will never be able to restrain himself after that. But the problem is, he's yet to apologise to her over his wrongdoings. So is it really right to take this huge step with her without asking for her forgiveness?But as soon as his eyes fell on her oh-so-alluring tits with their tips beckoning out to him and her lace panties which is visibly wet with the delicious juices he had just gotten a taste of, every thought of guilty conscience disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing but ravenous, uncontrollable desire. And so he did what his heart, body and soul urged him to do by grabbing the ends of her panties and beginning to slide it off her luscious hips.Howe
Gingered by her ecstatic mumblings, Maxwell sucked and licked even more, while his hands slowly moved from her waist up until they reached her boobs whose tips were taut and tingling, desperate for his touch. Cupping both of them, he used his skilled fingers to slowly begin stroking and kneading her nipples while his lips and tongue still sucked at her unending juices. And that was it for Angelina. It was as if that was just what her body was waiting for. With the two of her most sensitive parts– her boobs and clit, undergoing Maxwell's seductive ministrations at the same time, her body's response hiked up. It began shuddering and jerking up against Maxwell's lips and hands. And that encouraged him to stroke her boobs even more and eat her honeypot even faster. It seemed as if she liked it like that. A lot… "That's right, my angel. Cum for me. Give it to me. Quench my thirst with your delicious juices right now…"As if on cue, Angelina's grip on him became even tighter as the sh