I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that clung to my spine as we stepped into the Clayton Sports Center. The stories I'd heard and read about Mr. Fitzgerald didn't paint a kind or forgiving picture. Linda, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm. We climbed the polished oak staircase and found
“This isn’t over, Mr. Fitzgerald,” I stated firmly. “Consider this a warning.” He looked casually at his watch and shrugged. “Well, I won’t be considering anything right now since it’s about time for my lunch. You two may leave.” I didn’t budge, determined to stay firmly in place, but it shocked
As I hunched over my desk, the soft knock on my office door barely registered, and I only looked up when it swung open to reveal the last person I had expected to see – Timothy himself. He stood there, his expression a mixture of surprise and apprehension. "Timothy," I stammered, my voice betrayin
I stood up, following his movements. "Timothy, whether we like it or not, Linda is your best chance. I’ll still be here working on your case, even if it’s just from the sidelines." Timothy's eyes flashed with uncertainty and he looked over his shoulder. "That’s not good enough." Before I could r
My week began with a dose of determination as I waltzed into the office, clutching a hot cup of coffee in one hand and my ever-present briefcase in the other. It wasn't the Monday blues that got me down; it was the realization that this week marked the start of an all-out legal brawl, and I was step
That set me on edge. His tone wasn’t serious, but the prospect of waiting for a surprise didn’t carry the same appeal these days. “Yeah, sure,” I said with a rapid nod. “Just give me a moment to get my things.” “Of course. I’ll wait for you in the hall.” As he left the room, I noticed that the
“A gift?” A smile crept across my face as curiosity gnawed at me. "You really didn't have to get me anything, Timothy." He chuckled. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. You're not just an exceptional lawyer, Evie; you're a good person. The effort you’ve put into my case means a lot to me." H
Timothy's jaw tightened, his disappointment evident. "I understand. I just…I care about you, and seeing you in so much stress, it's hard not to want to help. But I’ll back off." As I looked into his eyes, I saw a warmth and affection that made my heart ache. "I'm sorry, Timothy," I said, my voice
"Plenty of space here,” he started. “I figured…we could easily convert this into a nursery someday." My heart skipped a beat at his words, the mere suggestion sending a wave of emotions crashing over me. A nursery—our nursery. The thought of starting a family with Timothy filled me with a sense of
As Timothy led me through the threshold, his hands cupping my eyes gently, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it—the moment we had been waiting for. Our new beginning, our haven. Duke trotted alongside us, his tail wagging in anticipation. I could sense the air th
The flight back home felt like a whirlwind, the memories of our honeymoon paradise fading into the background as the reality of returning to our everyday lives set in. But as the plane touched down and we made our way through the bustling airport, a knot of anxiety tightened in my chest at the thoug
"Welcome, welcome!" she exclaimed, her voice as sweet as honey. "Would you like to try some of our local fruits?" We nodded eagerly, and she began slicing pieces of fruit with practiced ease, offering them to us on skewers. I reached for a slice of mango, its flesh ripe and juicy beneath my finger
As the plane descended toward the island, my heart fluttered with excitement. The anticipation bubbled within me as the tropical paradise came into view, its crystal-clear waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sun. We stepped off the plane into paradise, the air heavy with the
When it finally came time to, he entered me, and my teeth clenched as I stretched around his erection. I gasped as he began to move inside me, each thrust slow and deep. The pleasure intensified until at last I was teetering on the edge of oblivion. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into
As the festivities of our wedding night drew to a close, Timothy and I found ourselves heading up to the honeymoon suite, drunk on love and excitement. The air crackled with anticipation as we stumbled through the door, our laughter echoing off the walls. The soft glow of candlelight cast ethereal
The lights dimmed and the room fell silent. On the large screen at the front of the room, images of Timothy and his mother, Lydia, began to flash by, accompanied by gentle music that tugged at the heartstrings. I watched as Timothy's tearful gaze locked onto the screen, his eyes filled with a mixt
As I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me like a heavy cloak. But as Timothy approached, his eyes shining with love and adoration, the world around me seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in its wake. W