ARTEMY
Rebecca's eyes were captivated by the breathtaking beauty before her, but all I could see was her. The sight of her small yet sweet smile illuminated her entire face, radiating excitement and pure happiness. Her vibrant green eyes shimmered with joy, her cheeks tinged with a gentle flush. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, completely mesmerized by her beauty in that moment.
As she tilted her head upward, closing her eyes, I hesitated, taking a step closer and then pausing. Swallowing the overwhelming emotions constricting my throat, I averted my gaze and focused straight ahead. Both of us stood in silence for a while, and an inexplicable sense of nervousness washed over me. This place held a sacred significance for me. Since my mother's passing, I sought solace here day after day, desperately attempting to clear my mind.
ARTEMYThe remainder of the day was dedicated to avoiding any interaction with Rebecca. I secluded myself in my office, trying to escape her presence, and later sought solace in the gym. Frustration fueled my punches as I relentlessly attacked the punching bag.Leaning against the wall, I gasped for breath, the exertion taking its toll. Brayden, observing my exhausted state, couldn't resist making a comment. "You're going to kill us one day," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm.Between labored breaths, I managed to respond, my voice strained. "You underestimate my stubbornness. Death won't come that easily for me."Brayden shrugged, acknowledging the truth in my words. Pushing myself away from the wall, I made my way to a nearby be
REBECCAI lay in my cozy bed, engrossed in the captivating pages of the book I was reading. Suddenly, my door swung open without warning, jolting me upright and causing the book to slip from my grasp, silently landing on the mattress. My heart pounded against my chest, its rhythm loud and erratic.In walked Lynda, her face beaming with excitement, clutching a magnificent bouquet of delicate pink and white flowers in her hands. "Artemy got you flowers!" she exclaimed.Again? My eyes widened as she approached, allowing me a closer look at the exquisite blooms. I eagerly extended my hand, my heart dancing with anticipation. Lynda handed me the flowers, and I couldn't help but gasp.They were simply breathtaking—far more stunning
RebeccaBeneath the layers of hurt and disappointment, a seething anger consumed me, directed at Artemy and myself alike. I couldn't help but question why I cared so deeply. It was an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation coursing through my veins—anger. I struggled to recall the last time I allowed myself to experience such a raw emotion. I had mastered the art of suppressing my feelings, becoming numb to the world and everyone in it. Yet now, I found myself wounded, let down, furious, and even jealous.Artemy had been the source of my laughter, smiles, and inner peace. But now, my heart ached as if he had snatched it all away. I wasn't supposed to care, no matter how hard I fought to detach myself emotionally. Alas, I had failed.Turning my gaze away from the door, I lowered my
ArtemyMy eyes widened in alarm, and I swiftly rose to my feet, causing Bernadette to lose her balance and stumble backward. "What happened?" I demanded, a sense of panic creeping into my voice.Lynda took a deep breath, briefly glancing at Bernadette before responding. "She twisted her ankle badly and can't walk. She's in her room."I uttered a curse under my breath, hastily leaving my office behind. Making my way to Rebecca's room, I discovered that the door was already ajar. Without hesitation, I stepped inside."Rebecca?" I called out, and her form shifted on the bed, sitting up as soon as she recognized my voice. Despite her attempt to appear composed, a flicker of discomfort crossed her face, evident in the crease on her fore
ArtemyShe sat at the piano, lost in her thoughts, awaiting my arrival. Her gaze fixed on the wall ahead, she seemed distant, wrapped up in her own world. As I entered the room, her face brightened with a smile, and I settled myself on the sofa directly facing the piano, my focus solely on her.Since morning, I hadn't had a chance to speak to her. It seemed like she was intentionally avoiding me. Whenever our paths crossed, she would hurriedly change direction or pretend not to notice me. If our eyes happened to meet, her expression turned cold, her lips forming a tight line.I continued to observe her, separated only by the piano between us. There was a strange look in her eyes when they briefly met mine, but then her expression turned blank again as she looked down at the keys.
Rebecca"How much longer do I have to keep this charade going?" I questioned, the weariness evident in my voice.Lynda settled herself next to me, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You have to make him work for it," she replied calmly."I don't think I can maintain this facade any longer," I confessed, the weight of the situation pressing on me."Just a little while longer," Lynda reassured me, her words carrying a glimmer of hope.Ever since the Bernadette incident, Lynda had taken it upon herself to lecture me for hours on end, outlining the dos and don'ts of my interactions with Artemy. Each day became a constant struggle to appear indifferent in his presence.
RebeccaI caught a glimpse of a mischievous smirk playing on his lips before he descended, capturing mine in a gentle embrace. My breath hitched in my throat as his soft touch brushed against me, and a sigh escaped me involuntarily.Artemy skillfully maneuvered his tongue against my lips, patiently coaxing me to open up. With unhurried determination, he exerted a gentle pressure, and I gasped, granting him access. Our tongues delicately intertwined, each caress a slow dance that seemed to savor every fleeting moment.This time, I reciprocated the kiss with newfound boldness, mustering all the courage within me. Kissing Artemy felt like a hunger I never knew existed, and I didn't think I could ever tire of it.His hand glided up my
Rebecca"Lynda burst into my room, her face contorted in a pout. 'They're leaving!' she exclaimed. “Milandro said they'll be gone for a few days.”I straightened up, my eyes widening with concern. “Even Artemy?” I asked.She nodded, her pout deepening. “Yeah.”A heavy silence settled between us. I had seen Artemy last night, but he hadn't uttered a word about this. Just the thought of being without him made my heart ache.It had been a magical week since our first kiss in the piano room. During the day, he would whisk me away to the creek, and at night, we would spend hours together. He showered me with affection, stealing kisses a
REBECCAI writhed against his thighs, seeking relief, but he chuckled softly before withdrawing."Such explicit language, my kitten," he chided playfully, his gaze locked on me. "I wonder how best to tame it.""Artemy... I need you.""No, my kitten, the moment is mine now," he declared, a smug grin curving his lips as he gazed down at me.With deliberate purpose, Artemy stepped back, shedding his shirt in a haste that verged on impatience."Shed your dress," his command was clear.Obeying without
REBECCAWith a mere utterance, I tentatively slipped my hand between my thighs. Artemy's gaze flared, and I swallowed audibly. Wetting my lips, I applied a gentle pressure to my center.My back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping me as I began to stimulate my clit. Artemy adjusted his position, his gaze unwavering and intense.A surge of electric pleasure surged through me as I inserted a finger, my chest heaving with each breath as the pressure within me intensified.Thumb circling the sensitive nub, I introduced another finger, my hips responding with a forward thrust. I circled my clit with greater fervor, striving to push myself over the edge.
REBECCAMy pulse quickened as Artemy drew me onto his lap. I nibbled on my lower lip, sensing the warmth rising to my cheeks under his intense gaze. His eyes tracked my every move, their desire seemingly intensifying by the moment. He exuded an undeniable allure at that very instant.Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Lynda's beckoning gesture. "Looks like it's time for our inaugural dance," I murmured softly.Artemy cradled me against his chest, rising from his seat in one fluid motion. He carried me to the dance floor's center and gently placed me on my feet. I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him.His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. T
REBECCARaising my eyes to meet his, my fingertips brushed over his chest, the cadence of his fervent heart beneath them. "This is my pledge to you, Artemy Loskutov. Your love is my anchor, my wellspring of strength. I promise to pour forth my affection from now until eternity's closure. I vow to nurture, to confide in your love, to be what you require, ensuring your emotions are perpetually considered. I pledge to express my love and reverence. I yearn to share my days alongside you. I, Rebecca Cavalieri, commit to embracing you as my husband, to love, honor, console, and cherish you from this day onward. We meld as one, an eternal unity."Savoring the anticipation, I formed my final words. "This vow emerges from the depths of my heart, a pledge to you.""May we
REBECCAMy heart quickened its tempo at the sight that unfolded before me. In that moment, nothing else registered; the entirety of my focus was consumed by the figure stationed at the far end of the aisle.Each step toward Artemy stole my breath away, the journey itself a blur as his gaze anchored me. His eyes, a striking bluish steel hue, bore into me with unwavering intensity, tracing my every movement, my every advance.His attire adhered to his usual black suit, save for the addition of a golden tie. His hair lay sleek against his head, a few days' worth of stubble lending him a rugged allure. I had insisted he forgo shaving, as it heightened his appeal.His eyes remained locked onto mine as
REBECCA"Alright, close your eyes, my dear," Camilla's voice was a gentle whisper, tinged with excitement. I could detect the joy in her tone, and it ignited a matching smile on my face. With a mixture of anticipation and unsteady legs, I complied, shutting my eyes."Are you all set?" Lynda's voice carried an air of eager anticipation."You guys didn't transform me into a clown, did you?" I quipped playfully.Their laughter resonated in the room, eliciting giggles from me. At last, I opened my eyes, blinking as the world before me came into focus. Then, a gasp escaped my lips, involuntary and genuine."You are an absolute vi
REBECCAThree weeks had passed since that pivotal moment. Artemy's arm drew me toward him, enveloping me until I was nestled against his warmth, almost melding into him. His strong arms encircled my waist, and I pressed myself against him, my head finding its place on his shoulder. As if seeking solace, one of my legs draped over his hips, and his grip on my thigh was both firm and possessive.In the cocoon of his embrace, I inhaled his scent, the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat serenading me. His touch traced indistinct patterns across my back, each stroke a balm to my senses, lulling me into tranquility.Amid this intimate connection, his voice, a soft caress, brushed against my ear, breaking the spell of silence. "Where shall we journey for our honeymoon?" Hi
REBECCAI descended the stairs, greeted by the heartwarming scene of Lynda, Bernadette, and Camilla gathered in the living room. Bernadette's knees were engaged in a rhythmic bounce, Princess nestled on her lap, their interaction an attempt to amuse the small canine companion.As my gaze swept over the tableau, an involuntary smile etched its way across my face. The unexpected sight before me was a testament to the depth of these connections.Aunt Bernadette, the role seemed incongruous at first glance. The transformation was astonishing - Bernadette, once reserved and distant, had evolved into a devoted aunt. This facet of her, while not frequently displayed, radiated a clear and undeniable fondness for Cevia.
REBECCAI roused from slumber to find the expanse of the bed empty beside me, an unexpected void that jolted me into alertness. Swiftly, I elevated myself into a sitting position, my eyes grappling with the persistent morning radiance as I blinked away the remnants of sleep.Emerging from the covers, I navigated my way toward the crib stationed nearby, only to discover it vacant, devoid of the presence I anticipated. My recollection painted a picture of Artemy embarking on his early morning ritual to tend to Cevia. Had they not returned to the comfort of our shared sanctuary?While enveloping myself in a robe, I embarked on a trajectory towards the bathroom, swiftly tending to the ritual of dental hygiene and facial invigoration. With my hair haphazardly ensnared