Melissa Villar POVHe unzipped his pants and knelt in front of me on the bed, guiding his cock into my waiting mouth. I moaned around his girth while Joemar continued rubbing me, dragging his fingertips into my wet folds. Tied up and laying on my side, I couldn’t spread my legs or guide his fingers up to my clit, where I desperately wanted him to touch. If anything, he seemed to be avoiding my clit.That’s when I remembered his words: In half an hour, you’re going to be begging to come.“Don’t hog all the fun,” Andre said, now completely nude. “We’re supposed to be sharing her.”“Perhaps I am regretting agreeing to such an arrangement,” Joemar said. “Because right now, I want her all to myself.”Andre shouldered Roman out of the way and forced his hard length into my waiting lips. I took him eagerly, opening wide and taking as much as I could.It was a strangely-erotic sensation, being tied up. I was powerless. I was at the mercy of their whims. I had never been interested in bondage
Carly texted me on the third day of the journey to apologize for blowing things out of proportion. On the fifth day, she excitedly described a toucan that had perched on the terrace while they drank coffee one morning. By the time they flew home on day twelve, Carly was back to treating me like nothing was wrong.I called my mom every day. Now she was complaining about how we hadn’t invited her and Dad down to the island before it was converted into a research facility. I told her that we would make it up to them with another trip around the world somewhere.“Anywhere but Thailand,” she replied instantly. “I saw a report on Dateline about the food they eat. I want to go to Italy, or France.”“I’ll see what I can do,” I promised.It was almost a shame to eventually reach Rhode Island. When we arrived, I packed up my things and carried them up to the helicopter pad.“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” Manuel asked. “It’s going to take months for me to settle all my assets, and I
“You’re not going to drink it?” Andre asked. Then he gasped. “You’re not going to drink it!”“I fail to understand,” Roman said.I grimaced. “You couldn’t let me tell you my own way, could you?”“Tell us what?” Roman asked.“You asked for Sprite earlier,” Joemar said. “I was suspicious from that moment. You didn’t drink anything tonight. You asked the bartender to make you mocktails all evening.”Finally, Roman’s eyes widened. “Are you saying…”I put down the glass of whiskey and wrung my hands nervously. “I got the results three days ago. I was going to wait until my first appointment next week before telling you, but…”The three of them held their breath. It wasn’t real until I said it out loud.“I’m pregnant.”Andre let out an excited cheer and hugged me. Joemar, to our surprise, was outright weeping.“The most emotion you’ve ever shown is a raised eyebrow!” Joemar said.“I cannot help it! I am overwhelmed with feelings!” he said while wrapping me in a hug.Joemar was calm, but had
Long Years Had Passed.....Mother's FuneralAs Raul Villar thanked the mourners who had attended his mother’s funeral a figure standing in the distance caught his attention.He wouldn’t dare to come here!Not today of all days.The tolling of the bell in the small Sicilian church had long since ceased, but it still seemed to ring in Raul’s ears.‘Condoglianze.’Raul forced himself to focus on the elderly gentleman in front of him rather than the young man who stood on the periphery of the cemetery.‘Grazie,’ Raul said, and thanked the old man for his attendance.Given the circumstances of Melissa Villar’s death, and fearing Raul’s father’s wrath, most had stayed away.Joemar Villar had not attended his wife’s funeral.‘She was a fake woman when I married her and she goes into the ground the same.’That was how he had broken the news of Melissa Villar’s death to his son.Raul Villar, having been told of a car accident involving his mother, had travelled from America’s to Rome back to C
The City of Love.Wrapped in a towel, and damp from the shower, Lovely Rivero, daughter of Andre Rivero, lay on the bed in her hotel suite and considered the irony.Yes, she might be in Rome, and meeting tonight with a very eligible man, but it had nothing to do with love. There were more practical matters that needed to be addressed. Oh, it hadn’t been said outright, of course.Her mother hadn’t sat her down one evening and explained that, without the vast and practically bottomless pit of money that this man could provide, they would lose everything. Everything being the castle they lived in, which was the family business too.And Vanessa had never said that Lovely had to sleep with the man she and her stepfather were meeting tonight. Of course she hadn’t. Vanessa had, however, enquired whether Lovely was on the Pill.‘You don’t want to ruin your holiday.’Since when had her mother taken an interest in such things? Lovely had been to Italy once before, on a school trip at the age of
The blonde beauty walked past his table, and he could not help but notice the delicate row of buttons that ran from neck to hem on her dress. But he pointedly returned his attention to his computer screen rather than mentally undress her.That she was with someone rendered her of no interest to him in that way.Raul Villar Soriano loathed cheats.Still, the morning scent of her was fresh and heady—a delicate cloud that reached Raul a few seconds after she had passed and lingered for a few moments more.‘Good morning,’ she said as she took a seat, and unlike her companion’s the woman’s voice was pleasant.‘Hmph.’Her greeting was barely acknowledged by the seated Englishman. Some people, Raul decided, simply did not know how to appreciate the finer things in life.And this lady was certainly amongst the finest.The waiter knew that too.He was there in an instant to lavish attention upon her and was appreciative of her efforts when she attempted to ask for Breakfast Tea in schoolgirl I
Bastiano was his concern, though.For years revenge had been his motivator, and yet still Bastiano flourished.Something had to give, and Raul had waited a long time for that day to arrive.Now it would seem that it had—in the delicate shape of an English rose.Raul was no fool, and even from the snippets of conversation he’d heard, he had worked out a little of what was going on.Bastiano wanted Lovely to be there tonight.And Lovely didn’t want to go.It was enough to go on—more than enough. For despite her calm demeanour he could see the pulse leaping in her throat. More than that, Raul knew women—and knew them well.There was another issue that existed between them.She was turned on.So was he.They had been on sight.From her slow walk across the dining room and for every moment since they had been aware of each other at the basest of levels.‘Come for breakfast,’ he said, and then he remembered how she liked manners. ‘Per favore.’Lovely realized then that every word she had utt
Raul was right. Lydia had felt utterly alone then, and for the most part she had felt the same since.She was looking at him, but not really, and then his voice brought her back.‘And you forgive her because how could you not?’‘Her?’ Lovely checked, her mind still on friendships that had failed.‘Venice.’ ‘I wasn’t there long enough to forgive her,’ Lydia admitted.‘What happened?’‘Just being a teenager...’She could easily dismiss it as that, but it had been more. Oh, she didn’t want to tell him that her father had just died and left behind him utter chaos, for while it might explain her unhappiness then, it wasn’t the entire truth—it had been more than that.‘Schoolgirls can be such bitches.’‘I don’t think it is exclusive to that age bracket.’‘No!’ Lovely actually laughed at his observation because, yes, those girls were now women and probably still much the same.She glanced at her phone, which had remained silent.Arabella hadn’t responded to her text.Neither had she respond
Apollo stands up and pulls me into a hug, speaking softly into my ear. “Ellen, I love you. I know that if I don’t try to make amends and ask you to spend your life with me, I’ll forever regret that. So I’m asking you - and if the answer is no, I deserve that for how much I’ve hurt you. But will you marry me?”I pull back to look him in the eyes, worried he’s joking or messing with me or that this is some kind of prank. But he looks serious and genuine and maybe a little bit afraid.Standing in my apartment surrounded by flowers, I realize that the man that I love just asked me to marry him.I glance down at the ring.He continues speaking. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to be with you until my last heartbeat, my last breath. You make me happy.”Emotions crash over me, disbelief, excitement, joy, fear, and overwhelmingly, love. I love this man, and I want to spend forever with him. Not because of the firm, or because of the flowers. B
I press the call button and let them know he’s awake and feeling some pain. They assure us they’ll be right in and I thank them.Dad, however, has already gone back to trying to figure things out. “An outside lawyer, huh? What are you up to?” he muses under his breath, correctly assuming I’m not about to tell him my secrets.There’s no way he’ll guess what I have planned. It’s so elegant, simple, and perfect. I know how I’m going to win Ellen back - if she’ll have me. I know there’s a possibility that I screwed things up beyond repair, but I’m going to hope for the best. And heck, this plan might just win her back even if she hates me now.I decide to toss my dad a bone. “I’m going to fire her.”He lifts his head, looking at me like I've lost my mind. And maybe I have. “I don't think making her hate you is the way to win her heart.”I can only hope that my gamble pays off exactly how I hope it will, and I lift a shoulder at my father. “I guess we'll see what happens, huh?”XXXEllen d
What do I have to lose by telling him the truth? Then again, I kind of just want to have fun and forget about everything. I lean in close to the guy. “Actually, I'm totally on the run from the cops right now.” I press my finger to my lips and he laughs.“Cute and funny, you’re dangerous. I’m Jack Xander.” He offers his hand and I shake.“Ellen.”“Cute name. What do you do for a living, Ellen?”“Why, you looking for a sugar momma?” I ask.He laughs again. “No, it just seems like a good icebreaker.”“I am... a librarian.” If the guy doesn't get the reference, he's not the guy for me.“I love that,” he says. “Have you come here before?”I shake my head no.“Do you want to dance?”A glance at him and hesitate. I don't want to dance. But I don't really want to talk either. “I think I've had a couple too many for that,” I say instead.“And you’re honest. Triple threat lady.” He gestures at me with his cup as if saying cheers and I try not to be bored. There’s nothing about this guy that mak
Ellen de Luna POVI can barely draw a breath.How could he just end things and worse, end them through an impersonal text?It's been several days since he dumped me, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of my emotions and broken heart.He hasn't come back to work yet, but I assume that he has been talking to other people about his plans. But I'm not the one that's in the loop anymore, and that kills me. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder why he chose now, of all times, to break up with me.Did Steven get to him? Or did he tell his dad about us, only for his dad to tell him he’s making a huge mistake? The last option is the most probable.I should have prepared better for this. Instead, I feel absolutely blindsided. The timing just doesn't make sense - his dad must be the reason. But I can’t imagine why Raul Soriano wouldn’t want us together. Would the man really make work a priority over his son’s happiness? And if Raul knows, why wasn’t I fired?There are so many questions that ke
No matter how I look at the situation, every outcome seems like some kind of disaster.Katie clearly doesn't see things the same way. “So what? You're both adults. You're both single. Other people need to mind their own business.”That's not the way any of this works. “It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.”“I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?”Nope.“You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.“Are you settling in well to your new office?” I ask, needing to change the subject away from myself in Apollo.Her animated expression tells me everyth
I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.He is right; life is too short. And what I feel for Ellen is deeper than anything I’ve felt for a woman before. Deeper than what I felt for my ex, even, who’d I’d forgotten about until this moment. Ellen had touched a place deep within me that I thought would be sealed off from people for good after the betrayal I’d suffered.And I make a decision. I stand here, patting her shoulder awkwardly, trying to act casual. Then I wrap my arms around her. I hug her tight, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat while whispering in her ear that I’m sorry for what happened and that I'm glad she's okay. I tell her that she's strong and that St
Ellen de Luna POVI'm sitting at my desk working on a case, when I hear a knock on the door. I assume it’s Apollo, though a second later I wonder why he’d knock.It’s not Apollo. When I look up, I see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of beautiful flowers; white Chrysanthemums with pops of color from pink and purple daisies.The delivery man flashes a handsome grin and asks me if I'm Ellen. I nod, and he walks over to place the flowers on my desk. “These are for you,” he says before leaving the room as quickly as he came.I'm surprised - and curious. Who would have sent me the flowers? I mean, Steven thinks red roses are literally the only kind of flower in existence, so he’s out.As I study the flowers, I'm impressed. They're beautiful, colorful, and smell delightful. I also have to give kudos to the flower company - the flowers are fresh, elegant, and cheerful.Suddenly, I know how to tell who sent these to me. I search for a card and find one. The small, white card simply read
“I meant what I said.” Apollo sounds confident as he doubles down. “No one's going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth after what happened in our office. Besides, how is he going to come tell anyone at our office if he's not welcome in the building? Security is going to see him at the door and escort him off the premises, and if he continues trying, he'll get slapped with trespassing charges.”The thought of Steven running to tattle on us at our jobs and getting charged with trespassing brings a smile to my lips.“Are we being stupid?” I ask, wondering what he’ll say to my concerns.“I don’t think so. Do you? If we let Steven dictate what we can and can’t do, that seems more stupid.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I couldn't agree more.“You’re right,” I say, letting the breath out of my lungs slowly. With it goes some of the stress and tension I’ve been struggling with. He’s so reassuring, and I’m grateful for this conversation.“Look, I like you. A lot. I don’t want Steven
Two hours later, I watch her walk into the park where I’d asked her to meet me. Her gaze meets mine and a smile brightens her face as she walks my direction. She reaches my side. I take her hand and lead her toward the little ice cream cart that I'd spied earlier. I know this particular vendor often hangs out near the park. “Ice cream?” I ask.“I love pistachio,” she says, and I signal for two cones as the vendor serves us up. The weather is warm and the sun peeks from behind intermittent clouds as we take our cones and go for a walk amongst the beautiful trees and plants.“You like pistachio, too?” she asks.“I’ve never had it and wanted to try,” I say honestly. The thought of a nut-flavored ice cream always steered me away but as I try the light green treat, I’m pleasantly surprised.“And what do you think?” she asks, angling her body toward me as we walk.“I think I have a new favorite ice cream flavor,” I respond.She laughs. “Okay, now honestly.”“Honestly,” I say, smiling at he