Sarah POVI was pulled out of my thoughts by a wave of pleasure crashing over me. Alessandro’s touch sent electric currents coursing through my veins, igniting every nerve in my body. His fingers found their way to my clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles, making me crave him even more."You are so drenched, Sarah," he murmured near my ear, his deep voice laced with desire. He squeezed my thigh, causing a shiver to run down my spine.His breath was hot against my skin as he dug his teeth into my bare shoulder, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His fingers teased my folds, sending me into a frenzy of need. I moaned loudly, unable to suppress the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips."You have no idea how much I love seeing you like this, aroused by my touch," he whispered huskily, his fingers now tracing slow, torturous circles around my entrance.Damn. His words alone were enough to drive me insane."If you want, I can stop," he asked between his uneven breaths, his lips brushing
Before I could reply, Alessandro’s eyes darkened with desire. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine as his lips trailed lower, leaving soft kisses along my stomach. His hands roamed my body with a slow, deliberate touch, igniting a fire deep within me. I felt his fingers teasing the waistband of my panties, his movements excruciatingly slow, as if savoring every second. My breath hitched when he parted my thighs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against my sensitive skin."Keep them open, love," he whispered, his voice husky with amusement and hunger.My pulse quickened as he leaned down, his warm breath fanning against my inner thighs, sending waves of anticipation coursing through me. Then, without warning, his mouth found my aching center. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my body jerking in response to the overwhelming pleasure. My fingers clutched the sheets as his tongue moved in slow, teasing strokes, building the tension with an unbearable gentleness."You are
Sarah P.O.VAlessandro was staring at me intensely, his piercing gaze filled with concern and unspoken emotions. He was waiting for an explanation, and I could see the flicker of worry in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and began recounting everything about the scar, my voice trembling with each painful memory resurfacing.As I finished, an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over me, and I could feel my cheeks becoming moist from the tears that had unknowingly escaped. I quickly wiped them away, but it was no use—the dam had already broken."What the hell, Sarah !!" Alessandro's voice was laced with anger, not at me, but at the monster who had left this scar on both my body and my soul. "Why didn't you tell anyone about what that bastard did? You could have complained about him to your father."His fingers, calloused yet gentle, traced over the scar as if trying to erase the pain it carried. I shivered at the touch, not because it was unwelcome, but because it fel
Sarah POVI could feel the warmth of the sun's rays falling gently on my closed eyelids, the soft glow making its way through the sheer curtains. The gentle rustling of the breeze outside and the faint chirping of birds reached my ears, signaling the start of a new day. I shifted slightly, feeling something warm against my cheeks, a comforting presence that made my heart flutter.Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the soft morning light. My gaze landed on the ceiling for a moment before I became aware of my surroundings. I was in bed, a cozy duvet covering my body. I turned my head slightly and placed my hands on what I assumed was the pillow. But as I pressed down, I quickly realized it wasn’t the pillow at all.It was Alessandro’s arms.A soft gasp left my lips as I turned my body, only to find him already awake and staring at me with a small, knowing smile on his lips. His eyes, still clouded with sleep, held a certain warmth that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
Sarah POVI rolled my eyes playfully but smiled nonetheless. We both freshened up quickly and made our way downstairs to have breakfast. As we entered the dining area, I noticed that most of the guests were already enjoying their morning meals. The elegant ambiance of the resort’s restaurant gave a luxurious yet cozy vibe, the morning sun filtering in through the large glass windows.I caught sight of Ester sitting across from Noah, and she gave me a knowing wink. I shook my head at her antics as Alessandro and I reached an empty table and took our seats. The dining area was filled with the few VIP guests who had been invited for an exclusive stay after the grand opening."So, what will this beautiful woman want to have? Donuts? Pancakes? Or something else?" Alessandro asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement."Anything would be fine, Alessandro," I replied, stretching my arms slightly."Okay, wait a minute," he said before getting up and walking hastily toward the nearest waiter.I w
Sarah P.O.VIt’s been almost twenty minutes since Alessandro and Adrian left the room to talk, and my mind refuses to rest. A million thoughts swirl through my head, each more unsettling than the last.What is taking them so long?I grip the edge of my plate, my appetite nearly gone despite the fruit I was mindlessly eating. My thoughts keep circling back to Adrian. Is he up to something? Is he trying to manipulate Alessandro? He has always had a way of twisting words, turning situations to his advantage. I wish I could trust that this conversation will lead to something constructive, but my heart is wary.In an attempt to distract myself, I reach for my phone and start scrolling. The screen floods with posts from yesterday’s event—pictures of the elegant venue, the perfectly arranged tables, and of course, the guests. My breath catches when I spot a few pictures of myself with Adrian. We appear like a well-coordinated pair, even if reality tells a different story. My fingers hesitate
Sarah POVAs I gather my thoughts, I realize something—I’m not alone in this. It's Alessandro. His unwavering support grounds me, reminding me that no matter how difficult things get, I don’t have to bear it alone.Just as the room begins to settle, Adrian clears his throat. "But I have one condition," he says, cutting through the moment.I stiffen. "What condition?"His jaw tightens before he speaks. "I want joint custody of our child. Even after the divorce. It’s important to me that we both remain actively involved in their life."His words knocked the breath out of me.Joint custody? The suddenness of his demand throws me completely off balance.I take a moment to gather my thoughts, my pulse racing. "Adrian, why are you doing this now?" I ask cautiously. "This is a big commitment. We’ve had so many differences and fights in the past."Adrian nodded, his expression unwavering. "I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, Sarah, but I believe this is the best thing for our child. The
Sarah POVAs the evening drew to a close, the guests began to disperse, making their way back to their rooms. I had spent the rest of the day attending to their needs, ensuring everyone was comfortable and enjoying their stay. Alessandro and I had also toured the rest of the property, discussing potential improvements and changes. Throughout the day, I occasionally caught glimpses of Adrian, who seemed to be keeping a respectful distance. He watched me quietly, his expression unreadable, but he never approached or interrupted.After dinner, the guests slowly filed out of the dining room, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long and emotionally draining day. Alessandro and I made our way back to our room, walking in silence. The air was thick with unspoken words, but for now, silence felt more comforting than conversation.Once inside the room, Alessandro closed the door behind us and turned to face me. "How are you holding up?" he asked gently, his concern evident
Sarah POVThe air was thick with the scent of hay and late summer. One of those nights where the heat doesn’t break, even after sunset—just lingers like something unfinished. The porch boards were warm under my feet, and everything around me felt heavy and still. Except my chest. That felt tight. Like I was forgetting how to breathe.Gabriel had finally settled for the night. His soft, steady breaths crackled through the baby monitor next to me, a small sound in the silence, but somehow it grounded me. Inside, I could hear the soft murmur of water running in the pipes—someone showering or maybe filling the sink. Alessandro’s voice floated in from the backyard, low and calm, probably smoothing over a late business call. That’s just who he was—steady, composed. Always showing up for the hard parts, no fuss.I just wanted a moment. One quiet breath in the dark.But of course, he found me.“You look tired,” Adrian said. Like he didn’t already know exactly why.I didn’t turn around. “Don’t
Adrian’s POV The next morning I barely slept. The bed felt colder than it should have—too big, too quiet, too… wrong. Eva stirred beside me a few times, reaching for something I wasn’t willing to give. My mind never left that damn pool. Never left the image of Sarah in Alessandro’s arms, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her laughter echoing inside my skull like a haunting. But I wasn’t done. Not even close. By the time sunlight bled through the farmhouse windows, I was already downstairs, pacing the kitchen in silence, coffee in hand and plans tightening in my mind like knots. They’d think it was just another slow morning on the farm. But I had a different kind of day in mind. I turned on music—something loud, something upbeat—and set out breakfast like I was hosting a holiday brunch. Fruit, pancakes, freshly ground beans. I made sure the smell filled every corner of the house. Let them come down happy. Let them think they’ve won. Then I’d remind Sarah of everything she w
Sarah POVI followed him barefoot across the creaky floorboards and out into the night. The old farmhouse pool shimmered like liquid glass under the stars, surrounded by wild grass and the scent of lavender that always grew too fast near the fence.He dove in first, smooth and silent, and surfaced with a grin. I hesitated only a second before slipping out of my oversized tee and sliding in after him, the water instantly wrapping around my skin like silk.We drifted toward each other. The quiet buzz of summer insects hummed around us, the moonlight catching on the ripples between our bodies.“You okay?” he asked, treading gently beside me.I nodded. “Yeah… More than okay.”His hand found my waist under the water. I didn’t resist.There was something so real about this. Honest. There were no games in Alessandro’s touch, no veiled intentions. Just quiet understanding and the gentle burn of something I hadn’t felt in a long time—safety. Desire. Love, maybe. The kind that didn’t demand. It
Sarah POVLater that night, when Gabriel was finally asleep and Alessandro stepped into the kitchen to grab some water, Adrian caught me in the hallway.“Nice night, huh?” he said casually.I crossed my arms. “You didn’t have to go through all this.”He tilted his head, smiling like he didn’t know what I meant. “Go through what?”I gave him a look. “Bringing her. The whole… show.”" continue the story line over here Sarah controls her emotions and get away from Adrian's manipulation and plan. Later, when Gabriel is asleep she and Alessandro have fun in the night in the pool. They both have an intimate moment, and Adrian watches them from the window and gets jealousHe stepped closer, his voice lowering. “You think it’s a show?”“Isn’t it?” I asked. “Because if this is you trying to make me jealous, Adrian, it’s not going to work.”He didn’t blink. “Is it not?”And there it was again, that same insufferable confidence. That needs to get under my skin. I wanted to walk away, but I couldn
Sarah’s POVThe moment we pulled into the driveway, a strange weight settled over me. The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Alessandro parked near the old porch, and Gabriel stirred in his car seat with a soft, sleepy sound.It was beautiful here, I couldn’t deny that. The farmhouse looked exactly the same as it had when Adrian and I visited once after our wedding—the same whitewashed walls, the wildflowers growing like they didn’t care about rules, the air thick with the scent of pine and sun-warmed earth. I hadn’t expected the memories to hit me so hard.Alessandro stepped out first, stretching and lifting Gabriel carefully from the backseat. “You okay?” he asked, offering me his usual quiet, steady look.I nodded, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Yeah… Just tired.”That was only half the truth.We hadn't even made it up the steps when I heard Adrian’s voice—too cheerful, too rehearsed.“There they are! You made it.” And then I saw her.Long legs, glossy dark hair, a laugh that s
Adrian POVEvery time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Sarah. Always Sarah. I saw her brushing a strand of hair behind her ear the way she always used to. I saw her smiling up at Alessandro like he was the center of her universe. I imagined them holding hands, walking side by side, whispering secrets, and building a future. A perfect couple—My dream, playing out with someone else. It was torture. A persistent, gnawing pain that never dulled, no matter how hard I tried to distract myself, no matter how many therapy sessions I endured.I couldn’t accept it. I refused to accept it. In my head, I kept replaying every conversation we’d had before things turned cold. Her voice, her expressions, the pauses between her words. I dissected them, twisted them, reinterpreted them. Looking—hoping—for something. A sign. A single word that might prove she still cared. That she might not be as sure about Alessandro as she claimed to be.And the more I fed that hope, the more it consumed me. It burned thro
Adrian POVTherapy was supposed to help.That’s what everyone kept telling me. My friends, my family, even Sarah—back when she still spoke to me like she cared. “Just try it,” they said. “It’ll help you work through your feelings. You’ll feel better once you understand what’s really going on.” And so, after months of resisting, I finally gave in. I made the call, sat through the awkward first session, and kept showing up every week like clockwork, expecting—hoping—for something to shift.But if I was being honest, every session seemed to peel my skin back and leave my nerves exposed. I didn’t feel better. I didn’t feel healed. I didn’t even feel understood. Instead, I left each appointment feeling more confused, more frustrated, and more convinced that Sarah was slipping through my fingers like sand—and that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I was utterly powerless to stop it.Therapy had become just another part of my routine. Like brushing my teeth or checking the me
Sarah POVI knew that if I wanted to truly move forward with Alessandro, I had to draw a line—one that Adrian couldn’t cross.Taking a deep breath, I typed out a message.Message to Adrian:Adrian, I need to be clear with you. I've chosen to be with Alessandro, and that means we need to set boundaries. I care about you as you are involved with my son, but I can't have you interfering in my relationship.Please respect that.My thumb hovered over the send button. A part of me feared how he would react—if he would lash out, try to manipulate me, or make me doubt my decision. But another part of me felt a quiet sense of relief. This was necessary. This was the right thing to do.I hit send.Seconds felt like hours as I waited, my stomach twisting in knots. I half-expected him to ignore the message or respond with something cryptic, something that would make me second-guess everything.But his response came quicker than I anticipated.Message from Adrian:I understand, Sarah. I don't want
Sarah POV Alessandro kept his eyes on me, looking for reluctance in my deep brown eyes. I sensed the weight of his feelings—uncertainty, yearning, and fear—pressing between us. He seemed to be holding back things he wasn't sure he was ready to express because of the tightness in his jaw. "Alessandro, you're right to ask," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. "I don't care about Adrian, I care about you. What happened to him... it was a moment of confusion, a mistake. I've realized that my heart has always been with you. I told him we needed space because of this. The only person I want to be with is you, and I want you to know that." With his posture still guarded, he crossed his arms across his chest and breathed gently. The conflict between the part of him that still harbored the hurt from the past and the part that wanted to believe me was almost visible to me as it played out in his head. "And Adrian?" he asked finally, his voice softer now but firm. "What