Tessa’s POVI could hear Pedro’s voice from a distance, amid this surrounding of rumbling waters, I could barely make out his words over the wind and the violent waves. The water was cold, and each wave threatened to pull me under, but I welcomed it.And as much as I welcomed it, I unconsciously fought desperately against the current, my arms swinging wildly, but despair had settled in, and a part of me—broken, exhausted—whispered that it might just be better to let go.From the shore, I saw Pedro and the guards sprinting toward me. Their faces were gruff, I prayed the water currents swept them in different directions, and there was urgency in their bodily expressions. I could hear Pedro’s voice now, clear and desperate.“Tessa, please!”I struggled to keep my head above water, the salt stinging my eyes. The water was rough and harsh, and the exhaustion I was feeling was overwhelming. I would not lie a part of me wanted to shout, to beg them to save me. But I couldn't help the da
It was merely just the sounds of slapping flesh, grinding and clashing teeth’s that filled the living room and to Tessa’s disappointment, Don Pedro was actually making out with the woman she detested.She was still by the bedroom door, peeping, as Natalie and Pedro stood barely inches apart. The bouquet of flowers Natalie had brought for Tessa, sprawled lifeless on the floor, their vibrant colors and delicate fragrance complimented the deceit behind Natalia’s visit. Natalie’s legs crushed the petals absentmindedly, her eyes locked on Pedro’s, her lips parted in a way that was both innocent and salaciously inviting. Begging to be kissed, fucked.There was hunger in her eyes and she didn’t care. Not for a second, that Tessa may walk in any moment.All she wanted was a piece of Don pedro’s DNA inside her.Pedro’s eyes burned with desire, his jaw contracting as he took a step closer to her, savoring her feminine scent, his broad shoulders towering over her, filling her vision as she
AUTHOR’S POV “Fuck, Daddy,” she hissed, her body tightening around him, her walls clenching tightly to his thick penis in response. “Harder, Daddy. Harder!!! Rip me to shreds, I’ve been a slut.”He obliged, pulling out slowly before slamming back into her, the couch groaning under their weight. He was more than 280 pounds weight slamming all that weight on her small hungry pussy, it drove her mad and hay wire.He was so big, a giant of a man, so perfect, she licked his muscles as he fucked her disrespectfully.Just how she wanted it, no emotion or sweet nothings in between, just hard, flesh ripping fuck!She did not want to be the woman he loves, she wanted to be his slut and she was committed to being his slut wherever and whenever he wanted, in fact she was his slut and nothing else mattered to her.Natalie was having the time of her life, she was a sexually liberated woman and loved whatever Don Pedro was doing to her.She tightly wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers di
The evening was fast setting in, and the lights in the bedroom looked like they were dying out but that's just how they were faint. I was trying so desperately to pretend I was asleep. Visual images of Pedro fucking the hell out of Natalia repeatedly flashed through my mind, a mental torture I did not subscribe for. Their soft whispers of pleasurable bliss and muffled moans echoed in my head. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping that if I stayed still, I could escape those memories. Moreover, I wasn’t ready for another confrontation with one who must not be named. Then, I heard it: a distinct thump of a door slamming shut. My heart skipped a beat. I recognised that sound immediately— Natalie had probably left . A cold sensation slithered through me as I strained to hear further noises. I was back to being alone with that fool. He didn't even let me heal from the damage he had cost me before fucking another woman! How could he so easily fuck Natalie like that, while I was left to
Tessa’s POV So I went to the bathroom to pee and shower. I felt like I could use a cold shower to calm my uneven nerves. The plan was to take my meds that night and just wish the night away in beautiful sleep till it was morning and it was dawn - so we would be on our way to Monterrey. I did not want to spend another night in this godforsaken beach house. The whole house smelt of Natalia and when the cleaner came to clean the mess in the house, I strictly told her to mind the glass and choke the air with her finest air fresheners, or anything to kill the smell of that dick hungry bitch. I mindlessly sat back down on the edge of the bed, it was then I noticed a gift box staring ever so calmly at me. How did it get in here? I didn’t hear the delivery bell ring! It must have been Pedro, what other stupid nonsense has he prepared this time around? I stared at the neatly wrapped gift box on the dresser, its golden ribbon still perfectly tied. Trashing it was the first thing tha
Tessa’s POV The room was silent except for the faint buzz of the air conditioning. It was the only thing that seemed to regulate the temperature in here.I could still hear Pedro’s footsteps echoing down the hallway, growing distant, I even assumed he was out of the house or somewhere around the door.Good. Let him leave. Let him go and put on his perfect act for the world while I stayed here, solitude was the next best thing after peace of mind.Minutes passed, maybe longer, and then—The door swung open again.I barely had time to react before Pedro stepped back inside, the frustration evident in his face.I sighed. “I thought you left.”He ignored that.“You really don’t want to come?” His voice was calmer now, but there was an edge to it. “This is the biggest night of the trip, Tessa. Everyone will be there.”“I was very clear when I don’t care,” I replied simply.His nostrils flared slightly. “You don’t care that people will talk?”“They already do.” I met his stare evenly. “An
AUTHOR’S POVWhat is a party without beautiful people draped in beautiful clothes, socially connecting and just giving to the music.The lounge holding the party was alive with laughter from every corner and of course good music. Some Guests mingled in groups, their voices rising and falling against the backdrop of the playing music while some others choose to be in their own world just sipping and sharing in the joys of the festivities. Glass toasts on VIP tables under the soft glow of hanging Chanderliers, the ladies in their element, and the air, warm with a salt-kissed breeze.The party was just getting started. It was one of those extravagant parties where everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, lost in opulence and pleasure, it would definitely be too difficult to not attend these parties and not be merry.In one corner of the expansive lounge, away from the boisterous throng, Don Pedro stood leaning against a pillar, his eyes surveying the scene with cool detachment, he
The madness was just getting started!For Tessa, this was just an avenue for her to lash out and blow some steam. Natalia was the stupid bitch that had been getting on her nerves, and it was either this moment or never. In between growls, Tessa seized a fistful of Natalia’s hair and dragged her roughly across the floor and gave her four resounding slaps on both cheeks in split seconds.And then she swept Natalia across the floor, leaving her to crash under tables.When Natalia tried to get up and fight back, Tessa jumped at her again, racing her to the ground, both pulling at each other's hair. Screams of dismay and shuffling feet filled the air as people rushed to pull the two apart. Amid the chaos, Pedro tried to pull Tessa away from her yelling at her to get a hold of herself. Both ladies were separated momentarily. Cassy stepped forward with a trembling voice. “Natalia, is she saying the truth?” she asked. Natalia, still reeling and trying to compose herself, shook her head f
AUTHOR’S POV If anybody told Tessa that her life would turn around, that it would go from her being ordinary to being the reluctant wife of an elite billionaire, she would not have believed it. She would not have believed that she would be doing marriage with a man she barely knew anything about, that Sergio could be gay, and worst part, a coward for giving up on their love so easily. It had been 3hrs into the night from the disastrous dinner and she was restless, pacing around, sulking and trying to fall asleep to at least rest and clear her head. But it was impossible to sleep. Tessa had been awake for the 3 hours, the thin blanket barely enough to keep the chill at bay or the fever brewing inside her. She could hear muffled sounds, probably from busy maids and active bodyguards—their distant conversations, and she envied them, she envied that they shared a familiarity that afforded them room to converse, chit chat and socialise why she had to sulk in her room. It was r
“Tessa, kindly Leave the serving to the chef. You are too clumsy for such delicate work,” Dame Rossa said, her voice icy and as a matter of factual. Tessa stopped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m trying,” she protested softly. “Enough please, I dont want to loose my appetite,” Dame Rossa snapped. She cleared her throat and then addressed the entire table, her voice rising in a commanding tempo. “The purpose of this dinner is to have a heart-to-heart while we enjoy a proper meal as it appears that all we do is eat. With all of this generational wealth, all we do is eat—but not once have any of you children of my late brother and his wife in blessed memory, thought about preparing for the future. How will you produce the next generation if you never care to bear children?” A unassuming silence swept across the table. Dame Rossa’s gaze landed on Regina. “Regina, tell me, has your womb turned to rocks? Are you unable to have children, or are you simply unlucky at finding
Dinner was ready! The Long tables were dressed in immaculate white cloth, adorned with fine china and silver wares, freshly plucked fruits in between. At the head of the table sat Dame Rossa, and to her right, Regina was seated, their expressions stern, unassuming and watchful as they awaited Don Pedro’s arrival. At that moment, the doors swung open. Don Pedro strode into the room looking tired and weary. He had being busy and about. He glanced around, his eyes narrowing slightly at the dinner table . “Is there a feast going on?” he asked in a measured tone, his voice carrying both amusement and expectation. “I ask because Regina never eats at the dinning table but in her room, it has to be a feast” he added wryly. Dame Rossa, seated at the far end, fixed him with a cool stare. “Don Pedro, do take a seat and join us for dinner,” she commanded. “I want us all to sit together this evening.” Pedro paused at the entrance. He cleared his throat and replied, “I’m not hungry actually
AUTHORS POV Tessa was making her way down the quiet hall way when she nearly collided with Franco. Whatever she was thinking was rudely interrupted as she became aware of her consciousness, and she barely managed to steady herself as she met his eyes. “Franco,” she said, her voice edged with irritation yet curious to know where he was heading to, “where are you hurrying off to?” Franco paused, looking around as if expecting prying eyes. “I’ve got a few errands to run for Don Pedro,” he replied. His eyes held a tinge of emergency, and for a moment Tessa wondered what could be so pressing that he’d nearly bump and crashed into her. “Errands?” Tessa asked, narrowing her eyes. “Then could you at least point me to the kitchen? I need to sort out something” Franco frowned slightly, a hint of surprise passing over his initial features. “The kitchen?” he repeated. “What exactly do you need there?” Tessa hesitated before speaking. “Dame Rossa has asked me to cook dinner,” she said in a
AUTHOR’S POV Dame Rossa had gone downstairs by the time Regina came out of Don Pedro’s room. She was making her way to the staircase when she spotted Franco in the hallway. Without wasting a second, she caught up to him and grabbed his arm. “Franco, we need to talk—now,” she said hurriedly Franco tried to pull away, glancing nervously over his shoulder. “Regina, please, not here. Someone might see us,” he protested, his voice several notes lower and urgent. Before he could finish his sentence, Regina yanked him into a small, empty room off the main corridor, it was the store room. The door closed behind them with a soft lock. T The air in the room was cool and still, although it smelt like old newspapers and decaying books, nobody had been in there for days if not weeks. “Why do you always make me chase you like this?” Regina demanded, her voice mid-high as frustration and something that bordered on desperation trailed it. “How do you mean?” “My call’s you fool, you are not
AUTHORS POVIt was on days like this that she missed Sergio. It was as if the long travelling hours had dried up the blood flowing through different parts of her body.Sergio would have given her a therapeutic body massage to ease the tension coursing through her, but then the thought of him as she sat alone in the bedroom—angered her. He had no place in her thoughts.She would rather think of her job instead, she thought to herself, surrounded by stacks of unattended work files.She missed the life she had before Pedro, before the wedding and more so, before the so‐called cursed honeymoon on the Virgin Atlantic Island. The soft rustle of papers as she schemed through them, and the steady ticking clock filled the quiet atmosphere as she worked through the backlog, trying in vain to regain some sense of normality, but it did not work one bit, there was just so much work to do.Her mind, however, was not on the files. She searched her mind for what could be missing as she remained re
I straightened, trying to maintain my composure. “Medlin, this is not the right environment,” I replied briskly. “You’re about to be married to Rodolfo, and here, at a club meeting, such matters are best left unspoken.” Her eyes were devilishly lusting, undeterred. “Married or not, you always had a way of drawing me in. I insist we talk, moreover, your dick is saying otherwise.” Before I could protest further, the noise of the club’s lively chatter filtered through the corridor. Reluctantly, I stepped aside, gesturing for her to follow me into one of the private rooms. We entered a well furnished office looking room off the corridor, the room was quiet with the blinds covering the large windows. I closed the door, leaning against it as I tried to regain a semblance of control. “Medlin, listen,” I began, my voice was even but firm. “This isn’t the time or place. We have obligations—especially with the tournament coming up and everything else to be sorted for Monterrey.” She
DON PEDRO’S POV Inside the club’s main hall, the president of the Golf club, a dignified gentleman in just a pair t-shirt and shorts, cleared his throat and began the roll call. “Don Pedro?” he called. “Don Rodolfo?” “Sir Princeton?” “Miss Medlin?” “Sir Renato” “Sir Vince” “Don Nathan” and continued to mention others, each name was met with a firm “Present!” from the assembled members. I offered a short nod as my name was pronounced. “Thank you all for coming on time,” the president continued, his was laid back and formal. “I do apologise for my lateness this evening; I assure you it will not become a habit.” He paused to laugh, a few others joined, I did not. “Now, the purpose of today’s meeting is to finalise the arrangements for the upcoming Monterrey Golf Club International Tournament. This event will, I believe, bring about significant development in our region, and we must ensure that all aspects of our proposal are watertight in terms of collaborations, sponsorships and
AUTHOR’S POV Don Pedro led the way and Tessa followed in sheepishly, stepping aside as he slammed the door short. “Which way is the bathroom?” she asked impatiently. “That way” he pointed. Tessa barely had time to admire the braggadociousness of Don Pedro’s master suite before the call of nature hit her with a reverberating kind of urgency. The long flight, the delay at the airport, and the insufferable formalities with his aunt had left her holding it in for way too long and she only just realised her bladder would burst open if she did not ease herself. Now, as they stepped into the room, all she wanted was to relieve herself and catch her breath, she had been still for too long. Pedro was right beside her, loosening his belt as he made a beeline for the bathroom. Tessa’s eyes widened in alarm. “This way” he motioned. “Wait, wait, wait! I need to go first,” she announced, already moving toward the bathroom door. Pedro stopped in his tracks, turned to her, and raised a br