- You know you can trust me and talk to me about anything, no matter what it is, right? – he asked carefully, taking her by the hand and sitting her on the sofa next to him, wrapping her affectionately between his arms, in a consoling hug – If something is wrong, or making you feel bad, we can solve it together, I promise. Just tell me what's going on, please. The sharp distress in his voice surprised her, even amid the pain inside her, and after a moment of silence, Missy realized that maybe it really was good to talk about this with someone. They were unlikely to reach a resolution, or so she believed, but Logan had already helped her so much and in so many ways... There was no reason not to open up to him again, especially about something that was hurting her so much. - Since... Since that day, I... - Missy began, with a shaky and tearful voice, not knowing exactly how to put it into words - I don't know why exactly, but... I can't wear those clothes anymore ... Or looking at mysel
- Very well. See? Deep down, you know the whole truth. You just need it to take root inside you and push away all those horrible things you've been told. – he whispered vehemently, hugging her tightly by the waist – But… What about me? Do you think I'd say you're pathetic? he questioned, raising an eyebrow almost in a warning tone, which made her giggle. - No, you would never do that. – She smiled at him through her reflex, feeling her throat tighten with emotion and… Another feeling, more intense than anything else she had ever felt, and that she didn't even know how to name what it was - You… Would you tell me to see myself as I really am... To start seeing in myself all the amazing things you always repeat when you're with me. - And what do I always repeat to you? – he challenged her, as he slowly removed her bra, letting her breasts, free and heavy, push themselves directly into his large hands, which began to touch them with reverence. - That… – she gasped in pleasure when he t
Missy hadn't felt this good in a long time. In fact, for the first time in weeks, she hadn't snuck into the agency for fear of accidentally bumping into Suzan or Liam and getting some sneer or mean comment. That day, after waking up in Logan's arms, who had slept in her apartment after the special moment they had shared in front of her mirror, Missy felt content, almost euphoric. Willing to live. And so she'd dressed in her favorite Sailor Moon T-shirt, her pink Adventure Time sneakers, and walked to her office not only in a good mood, but full of energy, working all day without even feel tired. And, by the way, also without fear of meeting your ex-boyfriend or his girlfriend. It was really amazing how, after having made all those internal discoveries the night before, it seemed like they weren't important anymore. Of course, she knew they certainly still considered her a lesser idiot. The difference was that, now, she no longer considered herself that either. And so, she suddenly
Without even bothering to think about what she was doing, Missy followed her instincts and leaned down next to him, kissing slowly and sensually on his neck as she ran her hands down his broad chest until they reached his belt, making Logan choke. However, when it became clear that he wasn't intending to stop her, Missy felt even more confident in stroking his erection through the soft fabric of his suit pants, feeling him harden more and more under her fingers. Finally, when his moans were filling the car and the wetness in her panties looked ready to soak the car seat, Missy couldn't stop herself from opening his belt and pants in front of her, leaving that hungry cock completely free for her eager touch. . Letting her own moans escape, she greedily masturbated him, feeling her mouth water at the feel of the smooth skin, the bulging veins, the heavy balls and the thick head, already covered in moisture... - Shit! - Logan roared, making the car literally rock, when she quickly moved
- Because you should. – he kissed her lightly, almost like a bow, his green eyes shining in that intense way that always moved her – You are the most special person in the world and you should be proud of that every day. - See? That's why you don't have to hold back. - Missy shook her head, blushing - You would never make me feel like he did, Logan. I honestly don't think you can. – She smiled, making him look away, which she thought was a sign of shyness – So, please stop controlling yourself when it comes to me. Especially when we're making love. – she encouraged him – You made me want to be true to myself and accept my desires. So I want you to be able to do the same when we're together. I promise uncomfortable and offended will be the last things I feel. She murmured sensually, rolling over his hips and feeling his still hard, throbbing cock move along her still covered entrance. - Shit...! – He growled softly, digging his fingers into the sides of her hips and pulling her agains
- Fuck yes! – he growled, almost angry – Any son of a bitch will have to walk over my corpse, if he wants to feel what that perfect pussy swallowing a cock feels like. Or if you want to feel how tight that ass is... - he growled between whispers, making her cry out when he stuck the tip of his middle finger in her ass, widening her hitherto untouched entrance, making her whimper at the equal amounts of estrangement. and pleasure. It was a bittersweet sensation, but as she continued to push her pussy against his cock, unable to stop, the movements drove his finger deeper into her, causing a deliciously painful sensation that she couldn't explain, just feel, as both of them felt. her entrances trembled and twitched as they were fucked very well. - Look, what a happy little bitch. - He growled severely, intensifying his thrusts when he noticed that she was on the verge of an orgasm - Ready to come, with a cock stretching her pussy and a finger deep in her ass, but even so she still wants
- Logan! Missy exclaimed, completely euphoric as she flung open the door to his office. Logan, who was sitting at his desk looking at something on his computer screen with a serious and stern expression, looked up immediately, breaking into a huge smile as soon as he saw her, which lit up his features completely, making him look almost different. men. Still overcome with joy, Missy didn't even hesitate before literally running across her office, throwing herself into his outstretched arms and hugging him around the neck as she fell into his lap, beaming. - I did it, Logan! Finished my software! Even the smallest adjustments! He is officially ready! she announced in ecstasy. - Congratulations love. – Logan smiled and her heart swelled when she realized how much he looked not only extremely happy, but also obviously and deeply proud of her – We need to celebrate! – he tightened his arms around her waist with a seductive expression, before returning his attention to the computer screen
She remained hugging him, her face resting on his hair, until she realized that the silence that enveloped them was taking too long. Worried that she might have said something that displeased him, Missy lowered her gaze to his expression again, and was surprised to see that he looked stunned and delighted, almost disoriented. - Logan? – Missy called him, more and more worried – Are you okay? Was it something I said? - Not. No, love, of course not…' He shook his head gently a few times, and when he looked up at her again, there was an emotion there so intense and so unfamiliar to her that Missy felt her body go tense, no reaction – Just… It will be an honor to take you with me, if that's how you feel. – he finally spoke, after another moment of silence, with an absurdly beautiful smile. - And I'll be honored to share with you something you love. Missy admitted, leaning down to give him what she knew the two of them would soon turn into much more than a kiss. - Missy, why are you cry
Smiling a small contented smile, Hope visibly relaxed for a moment, but then the nervousness seemed to take over her small body again, as Missy led them to the large counter, where the old man greeted them warmly.-We… Hmmm… – Hope stammered nervously, hugging Missy with more and more desperation – We wanted an ice cream… Huh… – Her little daughter was getting more and more insecure, looking at her as if she was begging for help.- I would like a strawberry ice cream, please. – Missy asked softly, as she remembered saying when she was a little girl so terribly shy that she could barely ask anything from people she didn't know – And you, my love? she asked Hope, with a smile full of encouragement, for her to keep talking.- I want chocolate... Please. – Hope whispered, completely blushing, before burying her face in her mother's shoulder quickly.- Well, what a polite little girl... – the gentleman smiled, while picking up some glass bowls – You must be very proud to have such a kind d
Once in her arms, Hope lifted her tear-stained little face to look at her, initially looking surprised to see her mother there, but then her expression distorted into a sad sob and she buried her head against Missy's chest, panting.-Mommy... – her little baby wailed, making Missy's heart sink even more – Mommy... Mommy...- It's okay, my sweetheart. – Missy tried to console her, running her hands through her soft hair, while she continued to say, in a low and gentle voice, almost as if she were singing a lullaby to her, as she did every night – Mommy is here, don't worry. It's going to be okay... - she waited until Hope's cries went from copious to just a few sad sobs, before finally asking - Hope, what happened? – she caressed her cheek until she convinced her to look up – Why are you crying, little angel?Hope's little mouth quivered a few times before she finally sniffled, her little blue eyes filled with such sadness that Missy found herself kissing her little cheek over and over
Stealthily, Missy looked through the window.Inside, in the huge classroom, several children seemed to be copying something into their notebooks while chatting animatedly. And, of course, it wasn't hard for her to find her children, as usual, sitting in the chairs at the corner of the wall, not too close and also not far from the teacher, where she remembered also liking to be, when she was in the 4th grade. year, like them. Jonathan had his back turned in his chair, looking at his brother in the back seat, while Tristan was showing him something that looked very interesting on the portable video game he was holding. With an amused sigh, Missy tried to convince herself that at least they were doing that after they had finished their homework, as the open pages of their notebooks were visibly written all over the desks.In fact, she truly took pride in the fact that they were only ten years old and yet they were centered and obedient enough to keep up well in school, despite all the lo
Now, he was able to do so much more besides being afraid. He was capable of being brave. To face what he feared. Of fighting to live the joys that were to come, even in the midst of tragedies. And now, more than ever, he knew he was able to see his family's legacy for what it really was, not a curse. He would be able to spend the rest of his life talking about him in a hopeful and balanced way to his children, as he had that day, and as his parents and grandfather had done to him in his childhood.Even if there was still the fear of what could happen to their babies in the future.- Are you OK love?Surprised by that whisper, Logan turned to see Missy dressed in a long cotton Hello Kitty nightgown, already without makeup and with her long brown hair loose, approaching him and Hope, who began to babble softly and extend her little arms towards the mother. Smiling, Missy took her little girl and offered her the breast, leaving the baby immediately calmer as she watched Logan's face with
- And... - the desperation in Foster's voice was so deep that Logan almost felt sorry for her... Almost - How much exactly is this debt?- Come with me, Ms. Foster. - Mr. Ramzi sighed – Something tells me that your next fainting spell will not be false, when we finish talking.- H-hey, I'm sure we can work it out, right? - Logan thought she was trying to sound sensual, in the midst of dread - I mean, there are so many other better things in life than money... Why don't we go to a more private place and I...?- Oh, don't worry, Ms. Foster. - again, Mr. Ramzi interrupted her, perfectly calm and measured - The only person who will be where we are going is my wife, one of the main people responsible for the hotel's accounting.Still a little dazed by everything he had just heard, Logan remained staring at Missy's equally shocked face, until the voices of Foster and the hotel manager were lost in the night, leaving them alone again, hidden among the shadows .- Heavens, I had no idea that
- What? - Suzan repeated, seeming to be choking - No, that's impossible! His family has a lot of money! That's how we paid for the trip and the hotel!- Funny... - Stra. Kobayashi gave Suzan one more look from under his lashes - I could have sworn he told us he came to the hotel on account of a donation from one of his investors...- Investors? - Suzan gasped, irritated – But we came here so he could get investors and...! - Realizing that everyone was looking at her with interest, Foster suddenly stopped talking, getting up from the table with a sour expression - If you'll excuse me, I think the drink made me sick. I am a little confuse. I'm going to bed for the rest of the night. - and so, without saying goodbye, Foster stomped out of the hall, probably in search of the groom who apparently no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from, including Suzan herself.- What an interesting situation, isn't it? - was all that Mr. Montenegro commented, with a veiled smile, a second bef
- And, allow me to say, what a beautiful dress, Stra. Knight. - Suzan interrupted him with a mean smile - It looks so modern, with that rounded silhouette and that blunt skirt. Anyone with no aesthetic taste could even say that his seamstress deserved a scolding...- Suzan! - her companion gasped, looking suddenly possessed, before quickly recovering, putting that artificially sympathetic expression back on her face – Forgive me, Stra. Knight. My dear fiancée Suzan comes from a humble background and sometimes fumbles with the meaning of some words, causing some indiscretions. - solemnly ignoring the revolted look that Foster threw at him, the man made that criticism facing Missy directly, with a seductive smile that was making Logan increasingly enraged - Why don't we continue our conversation that afternoon about investments, Stra. Knight? It would be a pleasure to hear the advice of such a refined and thoughtful lady again. If I may say so, even a party as exquisite as this isn't en
- I perceived. - Missy laughed - But I'm relieved that you five are fine. I was worried when I got to the room and found no one. - taking Hope in her arms, she looked at him with curiosity - But, what made you so distracted?- A ghost of Christmas past. - several of them actually, but Logan didn't add that comment as he continued to explain, realizing that Missy had become even more confused – Newton and Foster are here at the hotel, too. – he added cautiously, with a sigh.- Liam and Suzan? - Missy choked, stunned.- Yes, unfortunately. He is one of the employees at the hotel and she is apparently here because she has become the mistress of a rich man. - Logan rolled his eyes full of contempt - A man who, by the way, was in the same meeting as you, apparently. - he shrugged, while Missy blinked a few times, still shocked.- Heavens... I confess that of all the things I thought could happen when we were invited to visit the United Arab Emirates, this was the last of them. - to his tot
He was selfish. It was malicious. It was a plan full of ulterior motives. Damn, it was even a new lie, as he wasn't being completely truthful with Missy that her main motivation was just to help her get revenge. Yet he had impulsively proposed it to her, letting himself think only with his heart for the first time in his life.And, as if his heart thought the situation wasn't already complicated enough, he had given in to the impulse to confess his physical desire for her and kiss her for the first time right there, in the middle of her kitchen, even though he knew perfectly well that that it was far from the right time for them to share that kind of intimacy. Still, none of those conflicting emotions had been able to erase the emotion of that moment, when he finally knew the sweet taste of her lips and the softness of the curves of her delicious body, feeling a powerful wave of emotion and contentment run through him as he realized that she wanted him too. Damn it, with his mind as c