Adrian POVI woke the next morning to the soft weight of my wife nestled in my arms. A contented smile, one I couldn’t quite suppress, crept across my lips as I gazed down at Sarah. She was still asleep, her features relaxed and serene, the tension that usually etched her face smoothed away in slumber. She looked…vulnerable. Peaceful. My fingers, almost of their own accord, gently traced the delicate contours of her smooth skin, from the curve of her cheek to the gentle slope of her neck. I marvelled at the exquisite sculpting of her face, the delicate curve of her lashes, the soft swell of her lips.It had become painfully obvious that Sarah, driven by her desperation to save her company, would agree to almost anything. Last night, she had finally acquiesced to my demands, the words “I am ready to be your whore” echoing in my mind, a testament to her desperation, and, if I was honest with myself, a source of a strange, unsettling satisfaction. Her admission of virginity, though it co
Adrian POVI arrived at our favourite restaurant, a discreetly elegant establishment nestled in a quiet corner of the city. I scanned the room, searching for Jessica. She was seated by the window, her back to me, engrossed in her phone. Even from a distance, I could see the vibrant yellow of her short floral dress, a splash of sunshine against the muted tones of the restaurant’s décor. She looked radiant, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her posture relaxed and confident."Hey, babe," I greeted her, leaning down to kiss her cheek. Her skin was warm and soft against my lips."Hey," she replied, her smile a little…forced. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, a shadow that hadn’t been there before.I sat down beside her, taking her hands in mine. Her fingers were cool, a slight tremor running through them."What’s wrong, love?" I asked, my voice gentle. "You seem upset.""It’s nothing, Adrian Parker," she said, her tone laced with a familiar sarcasm.I raised an eyebrow,
Adrian POVIt was late afternoon, the sun beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the city. Around five o’clock, a knock echoed on my office door. "Come in," I called, turning to see Noah enter, his usually jovial face set in a serious, almost disapproving expression."Hey, Noah," I greeted him, trying to keep my tone casual."Hey," he replied, his voice tight. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his arms crossed. "What’s going on between you and Jessica?" he asked, his voice rising slightly. "I saw you both kissing at the restaurant a few hours ago. Don’t tell me you’re still involved with her.""Well," I said, shrugging nonchalantly, "there’s nothing new about that, is there? I still love Jessica. Sarah…Sarah is just a business arrangement.""I thought you’d closed that chapter when you married Sarah," Noah said, his brow furrowed. "I thought you were trying to…to make things work.""That chapter isn’t closed," I asserted, my voice hardening. "It’s just…o
Adrian POVHer eyes snapped open, the sleep instantly banished, replaced by a glare that could have frozen fire. She sat up, her movements stiff, her expression a mixture of anger and resentment. "Don't ever do that again," she said, her voice low and dangerous. She stood up, her back rigid, and turned towards the door, as if to escape my presence."Not so fast, Sarah," I said, my voice hard, grabbing her arm and pulling her back towards me. "It’s time to fulfill your duties. As my wife. And my whore."Her eyes flashed, but she didn’t resist as I pulled her closer. "Remove my shoes," I ordered, my voice leaving no room for argument.Her jaw tightened, her nostrils flared, but she didn’t speak. Without a word, she knelt down, her movements precise, and began unlacing my shoes. I watched her, a smirk playing on my lips. The power dynamic was intoxicating."Now," I said, my voice laced with command, "remove your clothes." I leaned back on the couch, watching her intently. "As my whore, y
Adrian POVSeeing no point in continuing the argument, in trying to break through the wall she had erected between us, I abandoned the pretense of conversation. I seized her waist, my grip firm and possessive, and pulled her closer, my body pressing against hers. I bit into her neck, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh just below her ear, then moved lower, my lips and teeth tracing a path along her collarbone. She whimpered, a small, involuntary sound that stirred something within me, a mix of desire and a darker, more primal urge to dominate.My mouth traveled lower, to her breasts, which bounced with each thrust she had taken, their fullness a tantalizing invitation. I began to suck on her pink nipples, my tongue lapping at their hardness, teasing them until they were erect and sensitive. She moaned again, a soft, breathy sound that fueled my desire. I could feel my member swelling inside her, stretching her walls, her wetness trickling down my legs, a testament to her arousal, howe
Sarah POVAdrian flipped me over, his movements rough, careless. His weight pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. He thrust his member deep inside me, the sudden invasion a sharp, unwelcome reminder of my powerlessness. My body quivered beneath him, a mixture of pain and a dull, aching resignation. I closed my eyes, willing the moment to pass, praying for it to be over soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached his climax, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he released himself inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his weight crushing me, his breathing heavy and ragged."That was really good," he said, his voice laced with smug satisfaction. He stared down at me, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "I'm impressed with your performance," he continued, his eyes glinting, "especially for your very first day.""Hmm," I muttered, my voice hollow, devoid of any emotion. I lay there beneath him, feeling lifeless, empty. His words, his blatant disregard for my
Sarah POVI turned off the shower, the sound of the water echoing in the quiet bathroom. I stepped out onto the bathmat, the cool tile a stark contrast to the warmth of the shower. I quickly dried myself, my movements mechanical, detached, as if I were going through the motions, my mind still replaying the events of the past hour. I slipped into my pyjamas, the soft cotton a small comfort against my skin. Returning to the bedroom, I was relieved to find it empty. Adrian had left. A wave of exhaustion washed over me. I had no energy to go downstairs and prepare dinner. I crawled into bed, pulling the duvet over my head, seeking the solace of darkness and warmth. Just as I began to drift off, the bedroom door creaked open, the sound jarring me awake. I knew who it was. I didn’t bother to look."Get up, Sarah," Adrian’s voice cut through the silence, his tone brooking no argument. "I know you’re not asleep."Reluctantly, I pulled the duvet down, my eyes meeting his. He was standing by th
Sarah POVThe next morning, soft rays of sunlight, filtering through the partially open window, warmed my face, gently rousing me from sleep. I blinked my eyes open, the remnants of sleep clinging to me like a soft blanket. I turned my head, my gaze falling on Adrian. He was still asleep beside me, his arm draped possessively over my body, our legs tangled together beneath the covers. He looked…peaceful. Vulnerable. A stark contrast to the domineering man he was during waking hours.Carefully, trying not to disturb him, I untangled myself from his embrace, his arm falling away from me as I slipped out of bed. The cool air against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. I padded silently to the bathroom, eager to escape the lingering tension of the night. After taking care of my morning routine and showering, I dressed in a beige top and black high-waisted pants, a professional yet comfortable ensemble. I applied some light makeup, trying to erase the traces of exhaustion from my face, an
Sarah POVAlessandro’s gaze lingered on me, his deep brown eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I could feel the weight of his emotions pressing between us uncertainty, longing, fear. His jaw was tense, as if he was holding back words he wasn’t sure he was ready to say."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. That's why I told him we needed distance. I want you to know that you're the only one I want to be with."He exhaled slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture still guarded. I could almost see the battle playing out in his mind—the part of him that wanted to believe me and the part that still held onto the pain of the past."And Adrian?" he asked finally, his voice softer now but firm. "What happens if he doesn't stay away?"I shook my head, step
Sarah POVA lump formed in my throat at the tenderness in his tone. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.“Me too,” I whispered back. “I’m so glad we’ve been able to work through everything. I’m committed to us, Alessandro. I want you to know that.”His hold on me tightened slightly, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of my head.“I know,” he said. “And I’m committed to us too. Whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together.”As exhaustion pulled me into sleep, I felt a rare sense of peace settle over me. The doubts that had once gnawed at the edges of my mind were beginning to fade, replaced by the quiet certainty that Alessandro and I were on the right path.But even as I embraced that sense of calm, a small part of me couldn’t ignore the lingering weight of Adrian’s last message. His words echoed in my thoughts more often than I wanted to admit. There was something unresolved there, something that refused to fade into the backg
Sarah POVHis words carried an unmistakable edge of jealousy, laced with something deeper frustration, maybe even desperation. I could hear it in the way Adrian spoke, the way he hesitated just a fraction of a second before choosing his words. He wasn’t ready to let go, that much was obvious. But I had already made my decision.I wasn’t going to let the past interfere with the fragile, beautiful thing Alessandro and I were rebuilding.Instead of answering Adrian right away, I chose to ignore the message, setting my phone aside with a steadying breath. The temptation to respond, to offer him some kind of closure, gnawed at me, but I resisted. The best thing I could do for myself for my relationship was to keep my distance. Even if it hurt.So I threw myself into work that day, immersing myself in tasks, focusing on anything that kept my mind from drifting back to Adrian’s lingering words. But even as I busied myself with emails and meetings, I felt the weight of the unresolved tension
Sarah POVHis words settled deep within me, reassuring me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. But there was still one more thing I had to say, a truth that needed to be voiced.“I wanted to let you know that I spoke to Adrian,” I admitted, watching his face carefully. “I told him we needed some space. I want you to know that you’re my priority, and I won’t let anything or anyone come between us.”For a moment, Alessandro didn’t say anything. His expression was unreadable, but then his shoulders dropped slightly, and he exhaled a breath he had probably been holding for too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, appreciative. “Thank you for that, Sarah. I appreciate it. I’ve been worried about how much he’s been around, but I didn’t want to pressure you.”I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I understand,” I murmured. “But you don’t need to worry. I’m committed to making this work. We’ve come too far to let anything get in the way now.”His thumb brushed over my knuckles,
Sarah POVSarah's POVAs the days passed after Adrian's unexpected visit, the tension between Alessandro and me began to ease. We had successfully navigated a difficult moment, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Adrian's presence was still a looming threat to our relationship. Even when things felt light and easy between Alessandro and me, a small, anxious voice in the back of my mind kept whispering reminders of the past—of Adrian’s influence, of the confusion he stirred within me. I knew I had to confront the situation head-on, not just for Alessandro's sake, but for my own peace of mind.It was a bright, clear afternoon when I finally decided to send a message to Adrian. The sun streamed in through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the floor, but despite the warmth of the day, I felt an unmistakable chill settle in my bones. The words didn’t come easily, but I knew they were necessary.Message to Adrian:Hi Adrian, I think we must maintain some distance for a whil
Sarah POVBeside me, Alessandro shifts. His voice is calm, firm, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it. “We’ve been trying to focus on our relationship and work through things together. I appreciate your concern, but I think it’s important for us to handle this on our own.”Adrian’s gaze flicks to Alessandro, and for a moment, the air crackles with unspoken tension. Then he looks back at me. “I get it. I just didn’t realize how deep things were between you two. I guess I’m still trying to understand where I fit into all of this.”A pang of something guilt, frustration, maybe both presses against my ribs. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. “Adrian, you have to understand that I’m trying to rebuild my relationship with Alessandro. I’ve made it clear that I need to focus on that, and your presence here complicates things.”For the first time since he arrived, something in Adrian’s expression shifts. His shoulders relax just slightly, and some of the steeliness in his eyes fades. Th
Sarah POVThe tension in the kitchen is thick enough to cut with a knife. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the rich aroma of butter sizzling in the pan, but none of it is enough to mask the growing unease settling over the room. Adrian takes a seat at the table without waiting for an invitation, his movements deliberate yet casual, as if trying to stake a claim on the moment. I sense Alessandro’s eyes on me, his concern pressing against my skin like a silent question. He doesn’t have to say anything—I already know he’s on high alert.I try to steady my nerves, pushing down the wave of anxiety clawing its way up my chest. This unexpected visit could be nothing more than an awkward inconvenience, a minor speed bump on the road Alessandro and I are rebuilding. Or it could be the kind of turning point that shifts the entire course of our relationship.I glance at Alessandro, searching for reassurance in the warm depths of his gaze. He gives me a small, firm nod—silent suppo
Sarah POVWe move in perfect harmony in the kitchen, our bodies falling into an effortless rhythm as we prepare breakfast together. The scent of sizzling butter and warm spices fills the air, mingling with the quiet hum of our laughter. It’s easy, natural like slipping into a well-worn routine.Alessandro reaches for the same cutting board as I do, his fingers grazing mine. The brief contact sends a spark through me, and I glance up at him, my breath hitching slightly. He notices. His lips curl into a knowing smile, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away.“You’re distracted,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.I smirk, shaking my head. “You wish.”His laugh is low and warm, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. As the food on the stove begins to sizzle, Alessandro gently nudges me with his hip, pulling me closer to him. His touch is light, almost teasing, but there’s something deeper in the way he looks at me.“Sarah,” he says, his voice dropping into a w
Sarah POVThe kitchen is bathed in warm morning light as I start gathering ingredients. I pull my hair up into a loose bun and tie Alessandro’s oversized hoodie around my waist, enjoying the familiar scent of him clinging to the fabric. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and I hum softly as I chop vegetables and whisk eggs. There’s something so soothing about the simplicity of this moment—about the act of creating something with my own hands for someone I care about.I heat up the pan and begin making the pancakes, savoring the familiar rhythm of cooking. The sizzle of batter hitting the hot skillet and the rich aroma of butter melting fill the room, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. I’m plating the first batch when I hear Alessandro’s footsteps approaching from down the hall.He walks into the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep, the sleeves of his t-shirt pushed up haphazardly. A sleepy smile graces his lips as he rubs at his eyes. "Good morning," he says, h