Her body was hot, her skin burned, and the sensation she felt was delicious. Her eyes were closing little by little, and when she closed them fully, his eyes welcomed her, and his smile greeted her. His wild movement jerks her off. "I think you are feeling sleepy, sweetie", he kisses her lips and it becomes faster and deeper. She opened her eyes and understood what was happening. Leo was making her… "What are you doing Leo?" she asks in a low tone. "I am making you mine, I can't take it anymore", he was too out of control, he did everything too roughly. "Ah, Leo… he looks at her and smiles, and she forces him to kiss her. She can't resist his kiss, now she just wants him to keep kissing her". She caressed his back while he kissed her neck, she heard him say something, and she couldn't understand what he was saying. She separates him from her. "What do you say?" she looked into his eyes, she liked his half-open mouth. She caressed his lip with her finger. She said nothing, he su
As they were inside the car heading to their destination,Emma looked through the window, she remembered how Leo handled her over the night.The music which was playing inside the car pulled her into a calm that felt worlds away from the wildness of the night before. But Leo’s presence beside her kept her from drifting too far into her thoughts. Every now and then, she felt his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze brushing against her skin even though he said nothing. She glanced over, catching him in the act, and saw his lips curl into that familiar smirk. Emma never wanted to admit how the look made her feel. How it catches a fire that seemed steamed just down the surface.“You like staring at me, don’t you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.Leo smiled, “who is staring at you?” I am just looking at how the environment is so neat.Emma smiled. “Indeed. I see”. She rolled her eyes but felt her heart excited. He had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room—or the c
As the morning broke through the curtains, Emma was awake. Her mind was still replaying what happened at the lake. Her heart leap, and she stared over Leo. Who was sitting at the window? “You’re awake,” he said without turning, his voice calm but with a trace of warmth that made her smile. Emma stretched, her body still tingling from the intensity of their kiss. “Barely,” she teased, pulling the blanket closer around her. “You, have a good night." “Did you?” Emma could not hide her feelings. "Well, I slept well." She answered. Leo laughed quietly. Moving closer to her. “Good”. Emma, Leo called out. Richard and Isabella are outside waiting for us. You know we have a lot to do. Really, they always wake up early. “I don't think they sleep like normal people." “Leo smiled; Isabella always wakes up early; that's how she behaved when she was my ex-wife." Let's go and meet them. This is a story for another day. By the time Leo and Emma stepped outside They met Isabella and Richard sip
Emma felt something shift inside her as Leo's thumb brushed against her hand. It wasn’t just his touch—it was the quiet certainty in his expression that made her chest tighten. The sound of waves lapping against the shore filled the silence between them. Deal?” Emily whispered. Leo smiled gently as his eyes twinkled. "Deal" to hold at this moment. Her heart skipped, but before she could alter anymore. A strange voice interrupted them. They turned to see the person who was approaching them. "Emma," James called out. Emma glanced at James. “Are you surprised to see me here?” James asked. “How did you know?” I am here, James. Emma questioned. James laughed out loud. You think I can't trace you. You left me because I don't have money to give you to take care of your sick mother. James, what do you mean by that? Emma asked, "Really?" You are out of your senses by asking me that. James extended his hand to Leo. It is a pleasure to meet you again. Leo, thank you for taking my girlfr
As the sun went down the horizon. Emma and Leo continued to stand there, their gazes locked as the tension between them set and flowed like the waves at their feet. Emma’s mind raced, the echoes of James’s words ringing in her ears. She had spent years burying the guilt of how things had ended with James, convincing herself it was the only choice she could make to save her mother. But now, seeing him again, all those emotions came rushing back. “Emma,” Leo said softly, breaking the silence. “Let’s head back.” She hesitated, looking out at the ocean. “I just need a minute,” she said. “I’ll catch up with you.” Leo’s forehead furrowed, his protective instincts clearly warring with his desire to give her space. Finally, he nodded. “Don’t take too long.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before turning and heading back toward the villa. As Leo’s figure disappeared down the beach, Emma let out a long breath. The events of the day played over and over in her mind—Leo’s possessiveness
As the sun rose in the sky, Emma made a silent promise to herself. She would find a way to confront her past, to make peace with her choices. And no matter what happened, she would do it on her own terms.Early morning, as the golden light stretched over the beach. Emma stood with Isabella, her mind wrestling with questions she had buried for years. The crashing of the waves felt like the only steady rhythm in her otherwise chaotic thoughts. She turned to Isabella, who remained quiet, her gaze focused on the sea as though it held answers neither of them could find. Emma wanted to believe that she could make peace with her choices, but the lingering weight of James’s words and Leo’s growing tension made that feel impossible. “What if I can’t make peace with it?” Emma finally asked, breaking the silence. Isabella gave her a sidelong glance, her expression softening. “Then you face it, Emma. Head-on. Running from the past never works—it always catches up with you eventually.” Emm
As he left the room, Emma sank onto the bed, her head in her hands. The room was quiet as James left, the sound of the door clicking shut reverberating in Emma’s ears. She sat quietly on the bed, her mind spinning. James’s words lingered to her thoughts like mist that refused to lift. "You don’t owe him your happiness." Emma shook her head as if she could physically dislodge the thought. She pushed herself off the bed and walked to the balcony.. As the wind ruffled her hair, her phone buzzed on the table. She hesitated before picking it up, seeing her mother’s name flash across the screen. For a moment, Emma considered ignoring the call. She wasn’t ready to hear her mother’s voice—too many memories, too much guilt. But then, guilt had been her constant companion for years, so what difference would one more conversation make? She answered. “Hi, Mom.” “Oh, Emma!” her mother exclaimed, her voice warm but tinged with longing. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about m
As she turned and walked away, the weight that had pressed on her chest for so long began to lift. The room was quiet as Emma stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She could feel the tension in the air, and the pressure that weighed on her chest. Leo’s words from the day before still echoed in her mind. "You aren’t leaving anywhere. You are mine." The possessiveness in his tone had both terrified and enraged her. Leo was a man who valued control, arrogant and full of himself. But that didn’t mean she was willing to live in a gilded cage. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Emma, can I come in?” Isabella’s voice was soft but cautious. Emma hesitated before answering. “Sure.” Isabella stepped in, her expression unreadable. She carried two cups of coffee, offering one to Emma. “I figured you could use this to calm your nerves,” she said. Emma accepted the cup, wrapping her hands around it. “Thanks.” Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, watch
As she walked upstairs to her room, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. It wasn’t over, but it was a start. The car ride was thick with silence, punctuated only by the steady hum of the engine. She stared out the window, watching the scenery. Her chest tightened at the thought of seeing her mother again, but the tension between her and Leo was impossible to ignore. Leo sat in the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. His jaw was set, and his eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead. There was no music playing, no casual conversation to lighten the mood. The air between them was suffocating. Finally, Emma couldn’t take it anymore. “How long are we going to wait for your driver Richard?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended. “An hour,” Leo replied curtly, not bothering to glance her way. Emma bit her lip, her frustration bubbling. She could sense his anger from the night before, and it felt like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. She couldn’t let it
As she turned and walked away, the weight that had pressed on her chest for so long began to lift. The room was quiet as Emma stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She could feel the tension in the air, and the pressure that weighed on her chest. Leo’s words from the day before still echoed in her mind. "You aren’t leaving anywhere. You are mine." The possessiveness in his tone had both terrified and enraged her. Leo was a man who valued control, arrogant and full of himself. But that didn’t mean she was willing to live in a gilded cage. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Emma, can I come in?” Isabella’s voice was soft but cautious. Emma hesitated before answering. “Sure.” Isabella stepped in, her expression unreadable. She carried two cups of coffee, offering one to Emma. “I figured you could use this to calm your nerves,” she said. Emma accepted the cup, wrapping her hands around it. “Thanks.” Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, watch
As he left the room, Emma sank onto the bed, her head in her hands. The room was quiet as James left, the sound of the door clicking shut reverberating in Emma’s ears. She sat quietly on the bed, her mind spinning. James’s words lingered to her thoughts like mist that refused to lift. "You don’t owe him your happiness." Emma shook her head as if she could physically dislodge the thought. She pushed herself off the bed and walked to the balcony.. As the wind ruffled her hair, her phone buzzed on the table. She hesitated before picking it up, seeing her mother’s name flash across the screen. For a moment, Emma considered ignoring the call. She wasn’t ready to hear her mother’s voice—too many memories, too much guilt. But then, guilt had been her constant companion for years, so what difference would one more conversation make? She answered. “Hi, Mom.” “Oh, Emma!” her mother exclaimed, her voice warm but tinged with longing. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about m
As the sun rose in the sky, Emma made a silent promise to herself. She would find a way to confront her past, to make peace with her choices. And no matter what happened, she would do it on her own terms.Early morning, as the golden light stretched over the beach. Emma stood with Isabella, her mind wrestling with questions she had buried for years. The crashing of the waves felt like the only steady rhythm in her otherwise chaotic thoughts. She turned to Isabella, who remained quiet, her gaze focused on the sea as though it held answers neither of them could find. Emma wanted to believe that she could make peace with her choices, but the lingering weight of James’s words and Leo’s growing tension made that feel impossible. “What if I can’t make peace with it?” Emma finally asked, breaking the silence. Isabella gave her a sidelong glance, her expression softening. “Then you face it, Emma. Head-on. Running from the past never works—it always catches up with you eventually.” Emm
As the sun went down the horizon. Emma and Leo continued to stand there, their gazes locked as the tension between them set and flowed like the waves at their feet. Emma’s mind raced, the echoes of James’s words ringing in her ears. She had spent years burying the guilt of how things had ended with James, convincing herself it was the only choice she could make to save her mother. But now, seeing him again, all those emotions came rushing back. “Emma,” Leo said softly, breaking the silence. “Let’s head back.” She hesitated, looking out at the ocean. “I just need a minute,” she said. “I’ll catch up with you.” Leo’s forehead furrowed, his protective instincts clearly warring with his desire to give her space. Finally, he nodded. “Don’t take too long.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before turning and heading back toward the villa. As Leo’s figure disappeared down the beach, Emma let out a long breath. The events of the day played over and over in her mind—Leo’s possessiveness
Emma felt something shift inside her as Leo's thumb brushed against her hand. It wasn’t just his touch—it was the quiet certainty in his expression that made her chest tighten. The sound of waves lapping against the shore filled the silence between them. Deal?” Emily whispered. Leo smiled gently as his eyes twinkled. "Deal" to hold at this moment. Her heart skipped, but before she could alter anymore. A strange voice interrupted them. They turned to see the person who was approaching them. "Emma," James called out. Emma glanced at James. “Are you surprised to see me here?” James asked. “How did you know?” I am here, James. Emma questioned. James laughed out loud. You think I can't trace you. You left me because I don't have money to give you to take care of your sick mother. James, what do you mean by that? Emma asked, "Really?" You are out of your senses by asking me that. James extended his hand to Leo. It is a pleasure to meet you again. Leo, thank you for taking my girlfr
As the morning broke through the curtains, Emma was awake. Her mind was still replaying what happened at the lake. Her heart leap, and she stared over Leo. Who was sitting at the window? “You’re awake,” he said without turning, his voice calm but with a trace of warmth that made her smile. Emma stretched, her body still tingling from the intensity of their kiss. “Barely,” she teased, pulling the blanket closer around her. “You, have a good night." “Did you?” Emma could not hide her feelings. "Well, I slept well." She answered. Leo laughed quietly. Moving closer to her. “Good”. Emma, Leo called out. Richard and Isabella are outside waiting for us. You know we have a lot to do. Really, they always wake up early. “I don't think they sleep like normal people." “Leo smiled; Isabella always wakes up early; that's how she behaved when she was my ex-wife." Let's go and meet them. This is a story for another day. By the time Leo and Emma stepped outside They met Isabella and Richard sip
As they were inside the car heading to their destination,Emma looked through the window, she remembered how Leo handled her over the night.The music which was playing inside the car pulled her into a calm that felt worlds away from the wildness of the night before. But Leo’s presence beside her kept her from drifting too far into her thoughts. Every now and then, she felt his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze brushing against her skin even though he said nothing. She glanced over, catching him in the act, and saw his lips curl into that familiar smirk. Emma never wanted to admit how the look made her feel. How it catches a fire that seemed steamed just down the surface.“You like staring at me, don’t you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.Leo smiled, “who is staring at you?” I am just looking at how the environment is so neat.Emma smiled. “Indeed. I see”. She rolled her eyes but felt her heart excited. He had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room—or the c
Her body was hot, her skin burned, and the sensation she felt was delicious. Her eyes were closing little by little, and when she closed them fully, his eyes welcomed her, and his smile greeted her. His wild movement jerks her off. "I think you are feeling sleepy, sweetie", he kisses her lips and it becomes faster and deeper. She opened her eyes and understood what was happening. Leo was making her… "What are you doing Leo?" she asks in a low tone. "I am making you mine, I can't take it anymore", he was too out of control, he did everything too roughly. "Ah, Leo… he looks at her and smiles, and she forces him to kiss her. She can't resist his kiss, now she just wants him to keep kissing her". She caressed his back while he kissed her neck, she heard him say something, and she couldn't understand what he was saying. She separates him from her. "What do you say?" she looked into his eyes, she liked his half-open mouth. She caressed his lip with her finger. She said nothing, he su