AvaMom had asked me to come with Marcel to work to give Caspian the impression that we were sorry for what happened yesterday. She wanted me to stay over and keep my so-called husband-to-be company.But now, my concern for Caspian overshadowed everything else. I wondered what was happening to him and why he refused to answer now. Is he probably dead? No, please! I don't wish death upon my enemies. He might be busy or even sleeping.As I stood in Marcel's office, I exchanged a worried glance with my brother. "What's wrong with your friend?" I whispered, my voice trembling.Marcel's expression was grim. "I think we need to go check on him. I'll finish up the schedule with the secretary. Ava, can you go to his place right now and see what's going on?"I nodded hastily, my heart racing with anxiety."His passcode is his birthday," he explained.I took a deep breath, tucking the paper into my pocket. "Got it."I stepped outside, jumped into a waiting cab, and directed the driver to his st
CaspianI woke up to the warm, golden light of the afternoon streaming through the room. As I slowly sat up, my gaze fell on her - Ava. She was sleeping peacefully beside me, her face a serene mask. Her dark and luscious eyelashes fluttered slightly with each gentle breath, and her plump and inviting lips seemed to beckon me closer.I felt an overwhelming urge to lean in, to press my lips to hers and savor the sweetness of her mouth. But I restrained myself, fighting against the primal desire that threatened to consume me.As I carefully untangled myself from Ava's embrace, I noticed that my body felt different. The fever that had ravaged me earlier was gone, replaced by a sense of calm, cool clarity.My eyes landed on a small bag on the table, and I opened it to find an assortment of medicines inside. I felt a surge of gratitude, realizing that Ava must have bought these for me, nursing me back to health while I was unconscious.I let out a small cough, and a faint smirk appeared on
AvaI swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on Caspian's. His gaze was intense, burning with an inner fire that made my skin prickle. My eyes drifted downwards, drawn to his lips like a magnet. Those lips... soft, red, and inviting. They seemed to be begging to be kissed.I bit my bottom lip, my thoughts scattering as I stared at his mouth. Then, Caspian's voice cut through my reverie, "From what I noticed." He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. "You keep staring at my lips these days. Did you keep something in there?"I blinked, my cheeks warming as I met his gaze. "Can you let go of my face?" I asked, trying to sound calm.But Caspian just smiled, his eyes glinting with desire, and something more. "No," he whispered, his voice low and husky. He pulled my face closer, his lips inches from mine.Then, he kissed me.It was like a storm had descended upon me. Caspian's lips were hard, demanding, and rough. His tongue clashed with mine, the sensation like a war being waged inside my mouth. I f
AvaAs Caspian finished kissing me, he pulled back, his eyes searching mine. My eyes widened, my mouth dropped open in shock. I was in a daze, unable to process what had just happened."Are you alright now?" he asked, his voice low and husky.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "What did you just do to me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Caspian didn't respond. Instead, he looked at me with an unreadable expression.I asked again, my voice firmer this time. "Caspian, did you just kiss me? Why would you do that?"He hesitated before answering. "I...I thought it could work. Since you were...ugh! I thought it could work since your mouth felt constricted. I just wanted to take the chill from your mouth."I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Well, that didn't work, did it?" But even as I said the words, I realized that somehow, it had worked. The coughing fit had stopped."Who taught you that?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.Caspian shrugged. "It just
Caspian"Eat more beef," Mrs. Thompson said, her voice gentle, as she placed a generous portion of beef onto my plate of rice.I nodded, forcing a weak smile onto my face. The aroma of savory beef and steaming rice wafted up from the plate, but my stomach remained stubbornly uncooperative. I wasn't hungry, but I had no choice. Ava sat beside me, her eyes fixed on her own plate as she methodically pushed the food around with her fork.I wondered how Ava could still be eating after having lunch at my place just hours ago. Her appetite seemed unaffected by the earlier meal, or perhaps she was just trying to distract herself from the awkwardness that hung in the air like a challenge.Across from us, Mrs. Thompson and Marcel ate quietly, the only sound the clinking of utensils against plates. The atmosphere was tense, the silence oppressive.Mrs. Thompson spoke up, her voice tinged with apology. "I'm really sorry again about what happened. It's all my son's fault." She glanced at me, her e
AvaI stood outside the church, my brother's hand wrapped around mine. As my father figure, he had taken on the responsibility of walking me down the aisle.Just as we were about to enter the church, I heard a faint sniffing sound. I turned to my brother, and my heart swelled with emotion. He was dabbing at his face with a handkerchief, his eyes red-rimmed and moist."Are you crying?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Marcel scoffed, his expression defensive. "Why should I cry? I'm not crying."I raised an eyebrow, my gaze locked on his. "Your eyes are red, and they look... wet."His jaw clenched, his voice firm. "I'm not crying.""Alright then. If you say so," I smiled, my tone teasing.Marcel's expression crumpled, and he admitted, "Fine, I'm crying. Happy now?"I looked at him, surprised. "What? Why?"He sniffled, his voice cracking. "I don't know... I just feel like... gosh, little sis, I'm going to miss you. Your bad behavior, our bickering, our little fights... I'm reall
AvaMy mom's eyes were wide with worry as she held up her phone, showing me the screen. "Someone just sent this to my email," she said, her voice trembling. "It says I've been allowed to retire from the government housing department."I felt a surge of confusion. "What? Isn't that supposed to be a dream come true?"Her expression turned accusatory. "It's a nightmare, Ava! That's what's so shocking. I had no idea, no warning, no discussion. It just came out of the blue. I heard it's all thanks to you and—"I could see the panic rising in her and quickly cut in. "Mom, please calm down," I whispered, trying to soothe her.But she wouldn't be calmed. "Don't tell me to calm down!" she snapped, her voice rising. "You and your husband, you're behind this, aren't you? You're the reason I've been forced into retirement!""But Mom, isn't this a good thing?" I asked, trying to reason with her. "Your health hasn't been great lately, and I thought retiring would be a relief for you."My mom's expr
CaspianTHREE DAYS LATER"Dad, please..." I begged, my voice laced with desperation. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He had promised me this deal would be secure.But my father's tone was unyielding. "Caspian, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. You will have to do as I said."My anger boiled over, and I yelled, gritting my teeth. "You can't do this to me! You promised me you would help me secure this crucial merger! It's important to me and this company, and you know that more than anyone!" My voice echoed through the luxurious honeymoon suite, and I could sense Ava's fear because of the way she flinched.I lowered my voice, but my words still seethed with venom. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had a deal. If I got married, you would—"But my father had already hung up, leaving me seething. I slammed my fist against the wall, making Ava jump. "Fuck!" I growled.Ava's hands trembled as she arranged her clothes in the wardrobe. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her vo
CaspianI adjusted my glasses, peering over the rim as I pored over the business files scattered across my desk. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the room. Just as I was getting engrossed in the financial reports, a knock at the door broke the silence."Come in," I called out, my voice firm but inviting.Marcel walked in, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief."You know you don't have to knock, Marcel," I said, shaking my head.He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm just trying to be professional, boss," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You know some supervisors came over today."I raised an eyebrow, my gaze lingering on him for a moment before I returned to the files.Marcel sauntered over to my desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Here you go," he said, placing some files on my desk, the sound echoing through the office.I looked up, my eyes locking onto his and then looked down at my desk to see a sleek, black port
CaspianIt has been a week and two days since Ava and I returned from our honeymoon, and I wasn't ready to face reality yet. You know, going back to work and having a lot on my schedule?But, I had no choice. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my cufflinks, tie, and slicking back my hair. I gave myself a once-over before grabbing my briefcase.As I headed downstairs, I met Ava in the foyer, wearing a light linen nightdress that seemed to highlight her feminine curves."You awake?" she asked, sipping from the glass in her hand."Yeah, I'm off to work," I replied, trying to sound more enthusiastic than I felt.Ava's gaze swept over me, and she nodded. "Hmm... I can see that."I raised an eyebrow, and she continued, "You look... dashing.""Sarcasm?" I asked."Oh my goodness," she laughed, a bit too loudly for my liking. "How did you know that? Was I obvious?"I should have known better. A light frown tightened on my face as I glared at her before taking my gaze away."I'll just ta
AvaNight had fallen, and I lay in bed, restless and unable to sleep. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of what had transpired earlier. Caspian had chosen to sleep in another room, giving me space as our relationship drew to a close.As I lay there, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Was this really how our fake relationship would end? Just like that?Unable to calm my racing thoughts, I threw off the covers and got out of bed. I padded downstairs, my bare feet making barely a sound on the cold floor.As I entered the living room, my eyes landed on a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. It was open, with a single glass sitting beside it. I assumed Caspian must have had a nightcap before retiring to his room.For a moment, I was tempted to pour myself a glass. A drink might help calm my frazzled nerves. But I knew better. I couldn't afford to let my guard down again, not now. I tore my gaze away from the whiskey, my resolve firm.I decided to head back to my
AvaI slowly opened my eyes, and warm light enveloped me. I was on the bed, its plush comfort cradling me like a cloud. The room was serene, filled with the delicate fragrance of jasmine and rose petals that lingered on my skin, filling my senses. My hair was tidy, and my body felt refreshed, as if I had just stepped out of a soothing bath.Did Caspian probably wash me up and arrange the whole place? Well, it seems so.As I sat up, my gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of Caspian. But he was nowhere to be found. A pang of unease settled in my chest, followed by the memory of Caspian's words: "Nobody will ever touch you again."A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered what he had meant by those words. What kind of words were those in the first place? What does he really mean?My eyes scanned the room once more, and this time, they landed on a small table beside the bed. A glass of water and a bottle of medication sat next to a folded piece of paper. My name was scribbled on th
CaspianAs I feasted on her sweet nectar, I looked up to see her face contorted with pleasure, her hazel eyes dilated completely white. Her flexible leg was pressed against her forehead, giving me unhindered access to her whole glistening pink folds. I couldn't get enough...Delving deeper, I growled in satisfaction as her musky arousal coated my tongue. Her clit pulsed against my lips as I sucked hard, reveling in the desperate moans spilling from her. Ava tasted like heaven itself, her pussy dripping freely into my eager mouth.I could feel her growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing with each flick of my tongue. She was so wet, so ready, that I knew she was already overflowing with desire. Using my fingers, I spread her open wide, exposing her clit fully to my merciless tongue.Ava's moans grew increasingly unintelligible, devolving into breathy whimpers and kittenish mewls as I pushed her relentlessly towards her peak. Her hips bucked erratically, grinding shameles
AvaMy toes strained against the floor as I stretched upward, my arms tightening around Caspian's neck. I could practically taste the acrid remnants of cigarettes on his tongue, an unpleasant flavor that somehow only made me kiss him more fervently. It was disgusting, yet utterly intoxicating.I blame my testosterone for times like this. Ever since I turned twenty-two, I noticed that alcoholic substances increase my sexual drive to a hundred. Should I call it a hundred? I would say millions in a higher sense or even infinity! Yes, it doesn't happen, and I still have no idea why I'm different. Nobody seems to know this except for Caspian, of course. I had told him that first night when we had sex.I was in tears and needed to calm my urges instantly. I even touched myself, exposing my nakedness, and that was when he helped, fucking me and my life together in oblivion. But a stupid me took pictures afterward when he was asleep next to me, posting them on my Instagram. I must have really
CaspianAs I gazed at Ava, her glassy eyes and wobbly smile told me she had had way too much to drink. Besides, the wine has quite the alcoholic content, and the fact that she gets intoxicated no matter how little she takes. I shook my head, a mix of frustration and concern swirling in my chest. "You're drunk, Ava. Go to bed."She rolled her eyes, the motion almost... adorable. "I'm not," she slurred, her words laced with defiance. "I only had a little wine. How would you say I'm drunk?"I sighed inwardly. This was exactly what I didn't need – Ava, tipsy and unpredictable. But as I looked at her, something about her vulnerability tugged at me. I scooped her up, cradling her in my arms in a bridal-style hold. She felt... fragile, like she might shatter if I held her too tightly."Drop me down! Drop me down now!" she demanded, her tiny fists pounding against my chest.I ignored her protests, carrying her to the bed and gently laying her down. As I covered her with the duvet, her eyes fl
CaspianTHREE DAYS LATER"Dad, please..." I begged, my voice laced with desperation. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He had promised me this deal would be secure.But my father's tone was unyielding. "Caspian, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. You will have to do as I said."My anger boiled over, and I yelled, gritting my teeth. "You can't do this to me! You promised me you would help me secure this crucial merger! It's important to me and this company, and you know that more than anyone!" My voice echoed through the luxurious honeymoon suite, and I could sense Ava's fear because of the way she flinched.I lowered my voice, but my words still seethed with venom. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had a deal. If I got married, you would—"But my father had already hung up, leaving me seething. I slammed my fist against the wall, making Ava jump. "Fuck!" I growled.Ava's hands trembled as she arranged her clothes in the wardrobe. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her vo
AvaMy mom's eyes were wide with worry as she held up her phone, showing me the screen. "Someone just sent this to my email," she said, her voice trembling. "It says I've been allowed to retire from the government housing department."I felt a surge of confusion. "What? Isn't that supposed to be a dream come true?"Her expression turned accusatory. "It's a nightmare, Ava! That's what's so shocking. I had no idea, no warning, no discussion. It just came out of the blue. I heard it's all thanks to you and—"I could see the panic rising in her and quickly cut in. "Mom, please calm down," I whispered, trying to soothe her.But she wouldn't be calmed. "Don't tell me to calm down!" she snapped, her voice rising. "You and your husband, you're behind this, aren't you? You're the reason I've been forced into retirement!""But Mom, isn't this a good thing?" I asked, trying to reason with her. "Your health hasn't been great lately, and I thought retiring would be a relief for you."My mom's expr