Sexual Escapades

Ashton could pretend to love her, but Lucille must have noticed that his affections weren't genuine. Yet, she clung to him with the hope of changing his feelings one day.

She had come to the Barisova compound to see him a day before the wedding. Ashton was in the living room, nursing a glass of Scotch in his hand, looking deep in thought. These days, he seemed to enjoy getting drunk. Lucille went over and sat beside him, though she didn’t close the distance entirely because she knew Ashton valued his personal space above everything else.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, the concern in her voice drawing the attention of the man beside her.

"Why are you here? Isn't there a saying that the groom shouldn't see the bride days before the wedding?"

"Yeah, but I was worried about you." She smiled lovingly.

Ashton reached out and placed a hand on her stomach. She was already six months along, and despite everything else, he was at least looking forward to the birth of his child. So, though h