Tiffany’s heart pounded as Jacob’s fingers gently lifted her chin, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.She wasn’t supposed to feel like this—she had come here to tell him off, to put him in his place. But now, standing this close to him, her resolve was slipping, melting under the weight of his touch.“You’re trembling,” Jacob murmured, his voice low and teasing, his grin widening as if he could read her thoughts. “What’s the matter, princess? Afraid of what might happen next?”Tiffany’s breath hitched. She should be furious, not flustered. But his confidence, the way he called her princess with that smug smirk, was making it impossible to think straight.She shook her head, taking a small step back to regain control. “I’m not scared of you,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.Jacob’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh, I think you are.” He leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, “And I think you like it.”Her f
River’s gaze was piercing as he locked eyes with Jacob, his tone steady but laced with an undercurrent of warning. “I know a lot of things, Jacob. Especially about anyone who comes near my daughter.”The room grew tense, and Tiffany’s heart sank. This was exactly the kind of scenario she’d been dreading. She exchanged a worried glance with Riley, but she just gave her a small, reassuring smile.Jacob’s jaw tightened, clearly caught off guard, but he managed to keep his composure like a seasoned actor on stage. “What else do you know, sir?” he asked, his voice steady.“Things are not appropriate for the dinner table, so we will pick this up another time,” River said as he took a sip of his drink.Pick this up another time? Tiffany was hoping there was no other time.But she decided to talk to her father about this later. He had no right to embarrass Jacob like that!She stole a glance at Jacob, who had managed to keep his cool, but she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his knuc
Tiffany could feel the heat rising to her face as she watched the uncomfortable exchange between Jacob and her father. This was worse than she had imagined. She had known her dad would be protective, maybe even a little overbearing, but this…this was beyond anything she’d prepared to face.Good god…what was the deal with her father and Jacob’s mother anyway?Tiffany stole a glance at Jacob, who was trying his best to stay calm and respectful. He was handling it better than she expected.It seemed like she didn’t know him as well as she thought she did.As the dinner finally ended, Tiffany let out a slow, relieved breath. Her father had done everything except outright interrogate Jacob.“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Foster and Mr. Foster,” Jacob said, his voice steady despite everything. “It was really delicious. I appreciate you having me.”Riley smiled warmly. “Please call me Riley.”Jacob smiled back, nodding politely. “Thank you, Riley.”River, on the other hand, leaned back in his c
The prom dress store loomed before Tiffany like a pastel-colored prison. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her scowl deepening as Riley practically dragged her towards the entrance.“Come on, Tiff! It’ll be fun,” Riley chirped.“Fun? More like torture,” Tiffany muttered, digging her heels into the sidewalk. “I’d rather eat glass than try on frilly dresses.”Riley rolled her eyes and gave Tiffany a gentle shove through the door. “Drama queen. Just give it a chance, okay?”As they stepped inside, a wave of perfume and excited chatter washed over them. Tiffany’s eyes darted around, taking in the sea of tulle and sequins. Racks of dresses in every color imaginable stretched as far as she could see. Groups of girls giggled and twirled in front of full-length mirrors, their faces glowing with excitement.Tiffany’s stomach churned. This is so not my scene, she thought, fidgeting uncomfortably.“See anything you like?” Riley asked, already flipping through a rack of emerald green g
Jacob couldn’t stop thinking about River Foster and the comments he had made about his mother. He knew he should ask his mother about it eventually, but he hadn’t had the chance. She had been coming home late from work and going right to sleep.So when she was finally home early tonight, he had to ask.“Hey, Mom,” Jacob said, his voice steady but cautious. He leaned against the doorway, watching her turn the TV on. “Can I ask you something?”His mother, Shelly, looked up, pausing her show. “Sure, honey. What is it?”“Do you know a guy named River Foster?” Jacob asked, watching her expression closely.At the mention of River’s name, his mother’s face went pale, and her hands froze mid-motion. The dish towel slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. “River Foster?” she repeated.Jacob’s heart raced. “Yeah. Do you know him?”Shelly quickly composed herself, but the fear in her eyes didn’t escape him. “How do you know him?” she asked, her voice shaky.Jacob narrowed his eyes. “I know h
Tiffany sat at her desk, her fingers drumming impatiently on the smooth surface. She hated how distracted she’d become lately, her eyes drifting to the door every few seconds, hoping—no, waiting—for him to walk in. Jacob had somehow wormed his way into her thoughts, and it was driving her mad.She frowned, tapping her pencil harder. She shouldn’t care. She really shouldn’t be this eager to see him, with his stupidly adorable dimples and that infuriatingly laid-back attitude.But here she was, actually looking forward to seeing him.Tiffany let out a quiet sigh, staring at the door again. He was late, which only made her more agitated. Normally, she’d roll her eyes at how he always strolled in right at the last minute, but today, she found herself counting the seconds until he’d show up.What’s wrong with me? she thought, chewing on her lip. I shouldn’t care if he shows up or not.But she did. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of those dimples, that infuriating grin that always made her
Tiffany’s pulse quickened as Jacob made himself comfortable, resting his head on her lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She stiffened, unsure of what to do with her hands. Her mind raced, and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to shove him off or…not.“What are you doing?” she repeated.Jacob peeked up at her, a lazy grin on his face. “I’m exhausted,” he said, closing his eyes briefly. “Had a long night. Only three hours of sleep, so… I’m just gonna borrow your lap for a bit.”Tiffany blinked, her brain scrambling to come up with a retort, but all she could manage was a weak, “You can’t just—”Jacob cracked one eye open, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “You know, you don’t seem too mad about it, Tiff.”Tiffany felt like she should protest and push him off, but she hesitated. There was something oddly calming about his presence, even if he was infuriating. Her hand hovered over his head, unsure whether to touch his hair or keep it far away. “This is…weird,” sh
“Are you going to tell me, or what?” Riley demanded when River got home.He looked at her with confusion. “What are you talking about?” he asked.“About Jacob. And his mother,” Riley said firmly.River’s expression darkened at the mention of Jacob and his mother. He rubbed the back of his neck. “It wasn’t anything crazy,” he muttered.“Don’t give me that bullshit, River,” Riley growled.River chuckled. “Jeez, wife. Feeling a bit feisty today?”Riley narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms as she glared at River. “Don’t try to dodge the question, River. This is serious.”River sighed, his teasing demeanor faltering as he sat down on the edge of the couch. “Look, it’s not what you’re thinking,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “Jacob’s mother…I met her ages ago, and let’s just say…not under the best circumstances.”“What do you mean?” Riley asked.River took a deep breath. “It was years ago. Tiffany had just turned six. I had this enemy, he was always trying to encroach on our territo
Lucas couldn’t shake off the feeling of emptiness in his chest as he drove away from Amy’s apartment and back home. He couldn’t understand why he was suddenly in such a bad mood, but the hollowness in his chest only grew stronger with each passing mile. It was as if something was missing.And the car ride was too quiet.Lucas leaned back against the seat, rubbing his temples. His fingers drummed against his thigh, restless, irritated.His mind kept drifting back to the face Amy had made when he had left her at her apartment. She looked so sad, almost near tears.The little Harpy.His jaw tightened as he exhaled sharply. He should be happy she was back home and away from him. He was finally from her constant chattering.Then why did it feel like he’d lost something instead?Silly.He hadn’t lost shit. He could see her whenever he wanted to. It’s not like she lived in another state or something.Lucas nodded to himself. That’s right, he will just go see her. Maybe bother her at the litt
Lucas’s car halts to a stop outside Amy’s apartment building.Amy’s heart raced as she stared at the building, realizing their unexpected adventure was coming to an end. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.Lucas cleared his throat. “Well, here we are.”“Yep. Home sweet home,” Amy replied, her voice unnaturally high. She fumbled with her seatbelt, fingers trembling slightly as she tried to unlatch it. The damn thing seemed determined to keep her trapped in this moment.“Need some help?” Lucas asked, his voice laced with amusement.The seatbelt finally released with a soft click. Amy’s hand lingered on the buckle, her mind racing for some excuse…any excuse to prolong their time together.“I, uh…” Amy started, then trailed off, unsure what to say.Lucas turned to her, one eyebrow raised slightly. “Yes?”Amy’s breath caught in her throat as their eyes met.She opened her mouth, then closed it again. What could she possibly say that wouldn’t make her sound desperate or clingy? This
“…and then I told her, ‘If you think that’s bad, you should see what happens when I try to use chopsticks!’” Amy’s words tumbled out in a frantic stream, her hands fluttering like startled birds as she gestured wildly. Her leg bounced incessantly, causing the entire row of airplane seats to vibrate subtly.Lucas gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the e-book displayed on his tablet.Amy had not stopped talking ever since they boarded. At this point, Lucas was used to her talking too much, but this time, it was excessive.“Oh! And did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally used dog shampoo for a month? My hair was so shiny, people kept asking if I’d had work done!” Amy let out a high-pitched laugh that set Lucas’s nerves on edge.He exhaled slowly through his nose, thumb hovering over the tablet’s screen as he debated whether to increase the volume on his noise-canceling headphones. It wouldn’t make a difference, he knew. Amy’s chatter seemed to defy the laws of physics, penet
“Sit down on that little table, and I’ll go get your drink,” Lucas offered, shrugging out of his jacket. “Hot chocolate, right?”“Right,” Amy said with a small smile.Amy turned her gaze to the window, focusing on the view instead of the flutter in her chest. This was just a fun day out. Don’t overthink it. This was one of her many flaws. Overthinking things.A few minutes later, Lucas returned with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, each topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream. “One for you and one for me,” he said, sliding hers across the table.Amy took a sip, the warmth spreading through her and momentarily chasing away her thoughts. “Mmm, this is amazing.”“Told you this place was worth it,” Lucas said, taking a sip of his own. “So, how does it feel to have conquered your first ski slope?”She set her mug down and leaned back in her chair. “Honestly? It feels good. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I did.”“Told you you would,” Lucas said, his eyes fixed on hers.“So…
Amy’s eyes widened as she took Lucas’s hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. “Skiing? Are you serious?” she exclaimed.Lucas smirked, enjoying her surprise. “Completely serious.”She bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. “But I’ve never skied before. No, it is too scary. I can’t.”He chuckled, tugging her hand gently. “Don’t be a chicken. I will teach you.”She shook her head no. “I will fall down the hill and break something. And then, you will be forced to take care of me for another six months. You will never find the time to woo Alicia at that pace.”Lucas stared at her in amusement. “You have no confidence in yourself, do you?”“ZERO. Now, can we do something else? Like…I don’t know…something does not involve me rolling down from high places?” Amy asked nervously.Lucas tightened his hold on her hand. “Nope. We are going skiing, and that’s final.”Amy groaned loudly, dragging her feet as Lucas led her toward the ski rental area.He rolled his eyes, ha
“What’s wrong now?” Lucas asked.Amy looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean? Nothing is wrong.”“Bullshit,” Lucas said, furrowing his brows. “You look like you are about to cry again. Is it something I said?”Amy shook her head no.Lucas stared at her for a long moment before clearing his throat. “Well…” he started. “Maybe you don’t need to leave just yet. I mean…there’s no rush, I guess.”Her eyes lit up. “Really? I can stay?”Lucas shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I mean, if you want to. The mansion’s big enough, and it’s not like you’re taking up space.”Amy’s lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”He rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smirk creeping onto his face. “You’re already a pain, so what’s a little more? Besides, you shouldn’t go back to the USA without doing some sightseeing in Sweden. There are some cool stuff we can do here during winter.”Amy’s eyes widened with surprise, and th
Lucas woke up to the bright sunlight assaulting his eyes and the feel of a plump ass pressed against his groin.He groaned inwardly as he looked at the time. It was already past noon.He couldn’t believe he let Amy talk him into having sex for the second time.And then again this morning.Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face as the events of the past twelve hours replayed in his mind. He had no idea how Amy managed to seduce him so easily.Little nymph.He shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but the feel of her bare skin against his sent a jolt through him. His cock stirred despite his better judgment.Get a grip, he scolded himself.Amy stirred, letting out a contented hum as she stretched lazily, pressing her body even closer to his. “Mmm, morning, Slut,” she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with satisfaction.Lucas groaned, burying his face in her hair. “It’s noon, and don’t call me that.”“Sorry. I shall call you Timmy’s Dad instead,” she muttered.Lucas sat up. “Tha
Amy had never been taken like this before - with such raw, animalistic intensity. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, obliterating every thought beyond the feel of him inside her, stretching her, claiming her.She could feel the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Her thighs began to quake, her walls fluttering around his thick length as he hit that sweet spot inside her again and again.“Lucas,” she gasped. “I’m… I’m going to…”“Not yet,” he commanded roughly, reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies to circle her clit with his thumb. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart.”A strangled cry escaped her lips as she came.Lucas didn’t let up, pistoning into her with deep, powerful thrusts.“Oh god,” he rasped. “I can’t control myself.”With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one final time, finding his own release. She felt the hot spurts of his seed painting her inner walls as he shudd
The kiss caught Amy off guard, her eyes widening as their lips met. She froze for a split second before parting her lips and allowing him to slip his tongue inside.And oh, was she glad she did.Amy’s heart pounded in her chest as Lucas flipped her on her back and deepened the kiss, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. It felt so good—the way his lips moved against hers, his weight pressing on her, the heat that spread through her body like wildfire.This was wrong. So wrong. She barely knew this man. They just met less than twenty-four hours ago!And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to make him stop.His fingers tightened on her waist, his touch possessive.Amy’s hands, which had been hovering awkwardly in the air, found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly. Every rational thought screamed at her to push him away, to put an end to this madness, but her body refused to obey.When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their faces mere inches apart. Lucas’