Lyle, noticing my discomfort from Victoria’s hands on my shoulders, grabs her wrist, earning pointed glares from her guards as they each reach for their weapons."Why are you touching me? You are Matteo's dog, aren't you? Know your place."Victoria reprimands."I-""It's okay."I say to Lyle, its better if she doesn't know Lyle belongs to me.Lyle nods and removes his hand from Victoria."I don't know if he will change his mind..."I say in an attempt to change the topic, but at my tone, her nails dig into my skin, causing me to wince."Trust me, okay? Just come to Matteo's, and let's go through with the plan, okay?"I nod to her words."Okay, fine. Thanks, Victoria."When I say this, her hand leaves my shoulders."Your phone?"She asks with the same arrogance as Matteo."I- I lost it in the crash, and I haven't had the heart to get another one."She clicks her tongue and hands me her card."Call me in an hour on that line. You need a phone; we need to keep in touch for this to work."
“Where are you going?”It was Victoria who stopped him as he waited for his car to arrive.“Matteo, your car is not here; you can answer me, especially when the whole room is wondering why you are cancelling the auction.”She insisted.“It's more of, I don’t want to answer you than I don’t have time to answer you.”“Okay, how come?”“Because our boundaries are blurred, and I need some space from you. Do you even know where your husband is tonight?”“Isn’t the question if he knows where I am?”Matteo scoffed.Was she always like this? Was he the one who had been so blinded that he couldn’t see her true nature?Christoper is grieving, so shouldn’t her priority be on him as opposed to-With a sigh, he dismissed his thoughts.At the funeral, Christopher had asked him for time alone, so he shouldn’t comment on anything.“Is this about Olivia?”Victoria asked, causing him to sigh without answering her.“Wow, it is, isn’t it? Do you know that she is pregnant by another man?”Matteo felt dizz
"Mum!" A piercing shriek echoes the halls, halting the adult conversation between Daniel, Neil (Who is on Daniel’s laptop screen) and me. “I guess that’s my cue.” I say to the lovers, enjoying their FaceTime together, but before I can even stand, a groggy, chubby little Luca walks in, rubbing the tears in his eyes. He walks to where I am seated at the dining table and raises his arms. “Up.” Complying with his command, I lift him and settle his soft body on my lap, to which he cuddles readily. "What is it, baby?” At first, he doesn’t answer; he closes his stormy grey eyes and keeps his fist in his mouth. "Is that Mari?" Neil asks through the video call, his face lighting up. "No, it's Luca." "Luca, say hi to Uncle Niel." Rather than say hi, he buries his little head deeper into my chest as if digging a hole into me. I don’t mind it; in fact, my nose finds the darkness of his hair. He smells like baby powder. “What's up, champ.” Daniel asks him, and he immediately relents
** Happy Easter Lovelies! Enjoy the Bonus. ** "Y-your breaking up with me?" Blair's face contorted to agony when he said his cruel words. In truth, the moment she texted him about her pregnancy, he presented divorce papers to Victoria in hopes of breaking off his loveless marriage, but to his surprise, she picked up his gun and pointed it at her head. "You think Matteo will forgive you? If he knows I killed myself because of you, do you think your precious ‘family’ will stay intact?" For a moment, Christopher was sure he was dreaming at the threat Victoria uttered. A woman with only eyes for his brother should be happy with the divorce, but instead, she held a gun to her head with a threat that rocked him. He loved Matteo more than anything, especially after Luca asked him to protect him and give him a sense of security that his parents stole from him. They were three broken boys trying to find their hearts again, and they made so many mistakes along the way, too many, one w
Finally! Elizabeth felt her heart about to burst; her cute and chubby niece and nephew were coming the next month. Their mother had been complaining for days on end about wanting to see her grandkids, and with the election coming up, the timing couldn't have been better to bring down the president. "Around the corner, there is some parking on the roof." Elizabeth said as she directed Christopher D’Amico. Something she never thought she would do in all her life. "Thanks, see you arou- why are you getting out of the car?" She asked with a frown once they had parked, and he now looked as if he wanted to follow her inside. "Someone needs to keep you out of trouble." "You said you were only dropping me; I never would have agreed if-" "I know, but I won't interfere with your night; I'll drive you home after so you aren’t arrested because of breaking into a zoo or something, that's it." He said in a deep voice that exuded authority, but that was precisely the problem. Elizabeth wan
The first vibrating anal plug was hers because it's easy to convince someone to try something you are already doing, and the other was when they were more receptive. After cleaning out and lubing the small object, Elizabeth slid the oval plug inside her rear without stopping until the stopper plug couldn't go further; only then did she turn on the switch to make it vibrate. A cry left her lips as pleasure soaked her being and weakened her knees. "Okay...okay, one down." With that, she pulled out a zip lock bag with another vibrator, this one to fill her front. This time, when she pressed the toy inside, her knees almost gave way; the fullness of the plug emphasised the pleasure of the toy she inserted into her sex. Sinking it deeper without climaxing proved difficult; it's been a while since she had time for sex with the community service, so she slowed down the insert, and once it fit its furthest, she turned on the second vibrations at low speed. "Ah....mm." She bit her lower
Christopher ‘Kit’ D’Amico It was something he shouldn't say, something he shouldn't do. Blair would never have things inside her in a public place, Blair would never guide a stranger to grope her ass in public, Blair would never get a criminal record over something as stupid as drunken misconduct. She was not Blair. She was just a filthy whore. So then...why? Why did his once silent heart race madly at her crumpled on the floor, cheeks flushed, nipples exposed, eyes hazy? Why did he like looking down at her and pressing his foot against her vibrating pussy until she clung to him desperately? Why was he now watching her lower her pants at the back of his car, and despite her slow and shaky hands, why didn't he feel his sanity return to him? "Filthy." He muttered when he noticed the second vibrator. His hands itched to punish her for making him feel less special than any of the men she had shown the sight to. He wanted to insult her, degrade her...ruin her. At least that way,
"Why are the paparazzi here?" I ask Daniel, lifting Marigold slightly so that she remains comfortable in my arms even though she is fast asleep. While I considered the stroller, she is clingy and prefers being carried when she is sleepy or sleeping. I'm glad I sprayed her hair with the temporary dye so that it resembled Daniels', but there was nothing I could do about the children's eyes. Why couldn't they have mine? Still, by now, their father has no doubt moved on, so perhaps it will not even be an issue. "Is the whole family out?" "Miss Lawson!" "Miss Lawson, on your right!" I'm not even an entertainment celebrity, yet they chime my name as if I were on stage. Marigold stirs in my arms, so I place my hand over her head, covering her from the flashes and loud chatter. Seriously, what the hell is going on? Why are there so- "That's why..." Daniel says in an unimpressed tone, and I follow his gaze to the president, who is holding a bouquet and talking to the crowd as if le