Hugo had visited this place before. The towering building, which he estimated to have seven neatly arranged floors surrounding the main building, was much lower but spacious enough for him to wander around. The right and left sides of the milk chocolate-colored building were well-maintained gardens.
Glancing at the clock in the corner of his phone screen, he sighed softly. He was an hour early from the scheduled return of the person he was waiting for. Choosing to sit on one of the available benches in the garden, he passed the time by playing games. Again. Today, Sam hadn't given him many tasks. Moreover, there were no significant issues with the activities at Twin Dragons and Quassano.
Regarding the Adre River, the old man whose fussiness exceeded that of a woman made sure that there would be no trouble in the future. Alfred deliberately sent the ship to deliver a special order to the ruler of Savannah. Sam himself made sure it happened.
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"Really?" Hera could only hear a faint voice from Hugo as the surrounding noise was too loud. The impatient honking of other riders was quite annoying. Not to mention the loud rock music playing in her ears."Hold on." Hugo couldn't wait and he grabbed Hera's hand that was still on his thigh. He didn't care if Hera screamed in surprise behind him. And he received a punch again where, once again, Hugo forced Hera to hold onto him.A twist of the throttle signaled Hugo's seriousness. The red motorcycle accelerated to a high speed, leading the way among many other riders. Hera had no choice but to lower her head slightly and hold on tightly, entrusting herself to Hugo's control and his big motorcycle."Don't go too fast, Hugo!" Hera cautioned. It turned out to be quite terrifying being on Hugo's motorcycle. "I'm not ready to die young. I'm not even married yet."Hugo laughed during his acceleration. He didn't pay much attention to Hera's complaints. For him,
"Ugh!" Hera abruptly pulled her hand away. "How can I be jealous? Who am I to you? Nothing, right? You said it yourself, didn't you? Forget? Do I need to repeat those words? So you remember?"Hugo burst into laughter. Once again, he saw Hera's pouting face, but Hugo knew that Hera was curious about the name he had just mentioned. "Are you really not curious?" he asked while tidying Hera's messy hair due to the wind."No." Hera squinted for a moment, appearing to be thinking, but then she shook her head, dismissing her thoughts. The question took over—Who is Sharon? It wasn't usual for Hugo to mention a woman's name. That girl must have a special place in Hugo's heart. But who was she? Which one was she? Had Hera ever met her? Should she also ask Beatrice?"I bet her head is full of questions," Hugo guessed, smiling. "Do you want to know?" he offered once again.Hera mumbled softly, feeling somewhat uneasy, torn between her pride and cu
Beatrice knew, this balcony had once witnessed the terrifying night she endured back then. Fear, the urge to jump from the height, and leaving behind a lifeless body. But before that could happen, Beatrice's courage suddenly faltered when she noticed what awaited her below. Her mind immediately processed the thought of falling and meeting the angel of death. What if not? Sam's guard dog would never let her go so easily. Their sharp teeth would tear apart every inch of flesh covering Beatrice's body.No.She shuddered at the mere thought of it. But her choice to retreat meant she would be trapped with the owner of this four-story house. Initially, she felt her life no longer had any beauty. Snatched away forcibly, under what she considered terrifying intimidation. Not to mention, she had imagined that living with Sam would be far more tense than before.But this time, she looked at the surrounding nature from the balcony with a different feeling. The pine trees a
Beatrice woke up feeling much more energized than before. She reached out around her, searching for the figure that had been holding her. Despite the overwhelming drowsiness, she could still sense the scent of her husband's cologne, which she loved and didn't want to be too far from. That's why she enjoyed sleeping in Samuel's embrace the most."Sam?" Beatrice called out, realizing that it was already dark outside when she sat on the edge of the bed. How long had she been asleep? Oh no! She wanted to go swimming, didn't she? Instead, she ended up falling asleep like this!The sound coming from the swimming pool made her quickly get out of bed. She wanted to make sure that it was her husband causing the noise in the pool. And she was right. Samuel was swimming around like a fish in the water."Sam, how dare you leave me!" Beatrice grumbled in protest. She prepared to change her clothes and put on her swimsuit, but wait. Isn't the swimming pool supposed to be priv
"What do you mean?" Beatrice asked, turning around in one swift motion. Facing her husband, who now held her tightly. Samuel's hands gripped her waist, gently pushing her against the pool's edge that was initially used as support by his wife. The cool breeze that should have reached them was no longer present.Instead, a wave of heat began to warm the water around them.Beatrice's hands tightened around Samuel's neck, closing the distance between them was the right thing for her to do. Talking right above her husband's wet lips, she did it to reciprocate what Samuel had done to her. "Why didn't you answer?""Open it," Samuel said, without hesitation, as he gently squeezed Beatrice's chest. This caught his wife by surprise, but she soon burst into laughter."It won't be visible anyway because we're in the water," Beatrice said, pushing Samuel's body slightly. She let go because sitting on the edge of the pool was not an option. A steep cliff awaited her. S
Beatrice granted Samuel full access because she began to understand what her husband wanted. She supported her body with her hands, and their eyes briefly met before Samuel directed his attention to Beatrice's womanhood. He gently caressed around the lips that were now devoid of fine hair. Samuel became more enthusiastic in his touch. "When did you shave?""No need to know," Beatrice said with a voice that was starting to become husky. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly to chase away the increasing sensations. Full of passion that was igniting and burning throughout her body. Especially when she felt Samuel's tongue greeting her lips down there. "Oh!" she moaned, biting her lower lip.Samuel grinned upon hearing his wife's sigh. It not only greeted, but also slowly caressed from the edge of Beatrice's womanhood to the moistened side. Not just wet from pool water, but wet from every stimulation Samuel had been giving since earlier. His tongue moved skillfu
"This." Samuel repeated what Beatrice did. Just briefly, which made his wife blink slowly and then laugh softly. "But let's go inside first. It's cold outside.""Yeah, it's cold!" Beatrice laughed even more. "We're naked, Sam."Samuel just laughed. He pulled Beatrice immediately, letting their clothes scatter there. He would tidy them up quickly tomorrow. For now, there was something far more important to take care of. He quickly closed the curtains, but he was sure that his silhouette could still be clearly seen from outside. Fortunately, this room truly kept their privacy.Samuel made sure that no one would cast their eyes in this direction. He couldn't be bold enough to carry and undress Beatrice outside the room. No one should see how sexy and erotic they were together, except for them to enjoy and experience it themselves."Is that all?" Beatrice asked curiously. Samuel had approached her again. It was quite surprising, but how should he say it? His
"Get down first," Samuel said, slightly breathless. "I want you in a doggy position, Honey."Beatrice's face lit up with a wide smile at her husband's command. They were both still panting from the lingering desire between them. Beatrice positioned herself accordingly, purposefully running her hand over her buttocks while stealing glances at Samuel, who stood at the edge of the bed. "Like this?"Samuel smiled, moistening his lips. Before he reentered Beatrice, there was one thing he wanted to do. "Widen your stance a bit more," he said, slightly leaning forward. Once he found the place that defined 'satisfaction' and 'enough' solely within his wife, he bestowed a gentle lick, savoring every corner of Beatrice's exposed femininity."Sam!"Oh God! They hadn't even fully recovered from their previous union, and now Samuel was providing sensations that made her moan uncontrollably? Even the clenching of her fists couldn't suppress the waves of pleasure rippli