Damian glanced at Rachael as he drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter with each mile.He could sense the quiet tremors in her breath, the faint sobs she was trying to hide. Today’s events had stirred something deep within her, reopening wounds that were never truly healed.Jamal, seated in the back, was lost in his little world, playing with his favorite toy car. But even in his innocence, he could sense the tension in the air.He looked up at his mum, his big, curious eyes filled with concern. “Mummy, you cry more often. What’s the problem? Was it that man’s fault? Tell me what he did. I’ll beat him up with my fists, Mummy!”Rachael couldn’t help but smile, a bittersweet warmth washing over her as she turned in her seat. She reached back, gently cupping Jamal’s cheek, and planted a tender kiss on his forehead.“My brave little boy,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. “Mummy loves you so much. But listen to me, okay? I need you to stay away from that man. I
Rachael stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately gliding over her skin as she applied a touch of makeup.She preferred it light—just enough to enhance her features without feeling caked under layers of products. The soft glow of her vanity lights highlighted her natural beauty, but her mind wasn’t on her reflection; it was drifting somewhere far more dangerous.She bit her lip, trying to focus on perfecting the wing of her eyeliner, but the memory of that heated encounter with Adrian in the car earlier that day played on a loop in her mind. She blushed, the corner of her lips twitching into a small smile. She could still feel the heat of his touch, the urgency in his kisses. But underneath that brief thrill was an ache she couldn’t quite shake. How had she ended up here? Tangled in a mess of old wounds and new desires?And then there was Victor. Oh, Victor. The very thought of him sent a shiver down her spine, and not the good kind. It was a cold reminder of the past she’d t
The server arrived with menus, but Rachael barely glanced at hers. Her mind still lingered on Jamal’s words, on the weight of what Damian had become in their lives, even if unspoken.Damian, noticing her quiet distraction, gently tapped her hand, drawing her attention back to him."You seem miles away tonight," he said, his voice laced with a softness she had grown accustomed to. "What’s on your mind?"Rachael offered a faint smile, her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the stem of her wine glass. “Oh, just…things.” Her voice trailed off, unwilling to open that door right now. She didn’t want to spoil the night with the worries that gnawed at her. "Nothing important," she added quickly.Damian studied her for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it’s not about dinner. Because I have something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Rachael’s heart skipped a beat. There was something about his tone—serious, yet tender—that made her pulse quicken with uncerta
*Warning Explicit Scene*** If you don't like it kindly skip** Damian’s eyes burned with an intense, almost primal hunger as he took in the sight of Sophia’s drenched form.The rain had transformed her dress into a sheer, clinging veil that accentuated every curve of her body. His hands, usually so gentle, now moved with a raw, urgent need, betraying the depth of his desire.“God, Sophia,” he rasped, his voice thick with unrestrained lust. “You look absolutely fucking perfect. I can’t hold back anymore.”He gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it higher until it was bunched around her waist, his eyes devouring the sight of her naked flesh.The dress, now drenched and transparent, revealed every contour of her body. Damian’s control slipped as he marveled at the way her hardened nipples pressed against the wet fabric.Sophia’s breath hitched as Damian’s fingers brushed over her exposed skin. Her body arched towards him instinctively, every touch sending shivers of pleasure through her
The low growl of the engine came to a stop as Victor’s black Jeep halted in front of the towering glass building of his company.The tension inside the vehicle matched the dark skies overhead, heavy with the promise of a storm. Without missing a beat, his guard leaped out of the front seat and hurried around, opening the door for him.Victor stepped out, his polished black boots hitting the pavement with authority. His sharp black suit, tailored to perfection, clung to his muscular frame, exuding power.The collar of his crisp white shirt peeked from beneath the jacket, and the glint of his silver cufflinks caught the faint morning light. His hair was slicked back, dark and neatly groomed, with his chiseled jaw clenched in irritation.“Move faster, damn it!” he snapped at the guard as he slammed the car door. The edge in his voice cut through the air like a knife. His guard flinched but said nothing, falling in line behind him as Victor strode toward the building.Each step was calcul
Raphael's voice broke through the tense silence, his brow furrowed with disbelief. "Is it true, man? What happened? And why the hell didn’t you tell me about this sooner?"Victor let out a long sigh, his head hanging low as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “It’s true, Raphael. Everything. I didn’t tell you because... hell, I don’t even know how to make sense of it myself.”Raphael leaned forward, eyes locked on his friend. “What happened, man? What led to all this?”Victor rubbed his temples, trying to gather his thoughts. “It all started when I went to the pack. I wasn’t looking for trouble, just trying to clear my head. That’s when I saw two boys—young, maybe 7 or 8—searching for their mom. They looked lost, so I decided to help them out. I had no idea that one of them, Jamal, was Rachael’s son.”Victor ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth as Raphael's words echoed in his mind. The weight of everything that had happened suddenly felt suffocating, al
**Warning: Mature Scene:These Is Very Steamy and Vulgar** *Skip if it's too intense for you*Victor leaned back in his seat, trying to force his mind to slow down, but the dim lighting, the scent of perfume, and the intoxicating rhythm of the music made it impossible to relax. The tension in his chest was replaced by a new sensation—a burning heat coursing through him as his eyes roamed over the stage. Raphael nudged him, grinning. "I told you, man. This is what you need. Let it go."Victor tried to focus on his drink, but the moment he set the glass down, two women sauntered over to their booth. The brunette from earlier, the one with the long legs, stopped in front of him, her eyes glinting with a wicked smile. She didn’t say a word, just straddled him with a slow, deliberate motion. Her barely-there lingerie brushed against his thighs, sending a shiver up his spine.Raphael was already enjoying himself, a blonde with crimson lips settling onto his lap, whispering something in h
Rachael rushed home, barely able to contain her excitement. The bright lines on the pregnancy test still seemed surreal. After years of trying, endless doctor visits, and nights spent crying in Victor’s arms, it was finally happening. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him. Today was the start of their happily ever after.She pulled into the driveway, her mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts of their future. Their baby. She clutched her purse tightly, the test still inside, and hurried into the house. But as soon as she stepped through the door, something felt wrong. The living room was in disarray—cushions tossed about, a wine glass half-empty on the coffee table, and clothes scattered like someone had rushed out of them.Rachael’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted the unfamiliar lingerie draped over the couch. She touched the lacy fabric, her fingers trembling. Panic set in. She blinked rapidly, trying to force a logical explanation into her mind. Maybe Victor’s sis