Laird’s POV
“You know that most sensitive spot of yours that made you jerk and pull my hair? My tongue licked the base of your balls. When I licked it there, you didn't stop groaning."
My hand moved to stroke and press with the lubricant in the area Fenella mentioned. I groaned with my eyes still closed to continue imagining Fenella's tongue there.
"I'm almost reaching climax," I gasped.
"Yes, I know. That's why I quickly stopped licking you. Instead, I ride on you. Slowly, I straddled your hips and lowered my body. I saw it when you opened your eyes, then directed your erection towards my wet pussy.” She moaned with a gasp.
“I lowered my hips, and when you were finally inside me completely, I
Fenella’s POVI stared at the large mirror in front of me. Alan stood beside me, panting with his hands resting on my hips. My own breath was ragged, sweat trickling down my temples.Alan and I have practiced twice at Sexy Cat Studio now. Monday and Wednesday had started well with introductions to the movements. I practiced further at my apartment whenever I had spare time between daily work tasks. Whether night or morning, I pushed myself to memorize all the dance moves taught.It turns out, I quite enjoyed these dance exercises. They were almost like memorizing cheer routines back in high school, but now with freer movements and less complicated formations.I hadn't expected this dance studio to truly teach sexy dance moves that boosted my confidence. Al
Fenella’s POV"Okay, I think the combinations are perfect. Let's agree. Don't forget to style your hair a bit tousled and not too straight like it is now," Oscar continued to instruct me repeatedly.What else could I say other than "Yes, Oscar" or "Of course, Oscar"?Ugh, I should have known Oscar was like any other fashion designer. He was even more meticulous and finicky. I guess that's why he was the best.After all the costume fittings, we still brainstormed how to go on stage. I don't know how many times we talked about it, but our ideas seemed to run out."I still think we need a passionate moment as a sign of the beginning of your performance. Just being called or the lights being turned off and then usi
Fenella’s POVThat night, after relaxing at the spa with aromatherapy massages, masks, and various other beauty treatments, I lay down on the bed.At exactly 8 p.m., my phone rang as a sign of incoming messages. Laird sent me a message. Seeing Laird's name on the screen of my phone, I smiled cheerfully.We have been sending messages or calling each other at night for the past week. Sometimes, even during the day, we share inspiration for our lunch. I sent photos of healthy food sold by the nearest deli from the studio, while Laird would share photos of when he ate with coworkers and clients.Then we would talk about our day. What made us laugh that day, and what things that disappointed us. I was really happy because I felt we were going back to our teenage days.Wait a minute. No. I don't want to be Laird's friend again, like we were as teenagers. What I want is for him to beg me to love him. If he really begs, maybe I'll forgive his treatment of me before."Anyway, I seem to still h
Fenella’s POVI looked at myself in the mirror. I don't know how long I spent making sure my appearance was perfect, as Oscar had requested.I styled my hair with a curling iron to give it a bit more thickness and waves. I also applied styling cream specifically designed to add volume and smoothness.Following Oscar and Alan's final choice, I wore a red lace lingerie set. Then, I put on a shimmering gold minidress that reached mid-thigh with a low-cut neckline. I didn't forget a small black purse with a gold chain strap to hold my phone and credit card wallet. My ensemble was completed with a set of gold earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet.All were designed by Oscar de Ragetti.I clicked the heels of my ankle
Laird’s POVThe valet attendant immediately opened the door for her. Then he approached me to exchange the car keys for the valet parking card.A red carpet was laid out at the entrance. Music played lively from inside, and congratulatory flowers were lined up in the lobby. Journalists and paparazzi shouted for her to pose in front of them. Flashing lights and camera shutter sounds immediately animated our arrival.However, I shy away from the camera spotlight. I stepped back and let Fenella pose alone in front of the camera."Is he your boyfriend?" one of them asked.She didn't answer their questions and chose to continue posing. After Fenella was waving and blowing a kiss into the air, we immediately entered the club together.Inside the club, there were celebrities from the entertainment worlds. I couldn't even name them all, because there were so many. It's as if everyone present was a VIP. My throat dried up as my nerves began to rise."You should probably start looking for Alan
Laird’s POV"It's okay. I can handle this. Just wait here for a moment," Fenella said, shaking her head."I don't want to leave you alone with that man," I said, nodding my head towards Tom. My eyes were still wary of him."It's okay, Laird. Trust me. Just a few minutes. I'll settle this once and for all," Fenella said, her eyes gleaming with determination.Seeing her determination, I finally let go of her hand. I continued to watch them both leave the club through the back door. They both disappeared, covered by other people dancing."It's okay. I'm sure she can take care of herself," Jessy said to me."Who's Tom?" I asked Jessy."Oh, he's her ex," Jessy replied carefully."Ex? The one she broke up with before meeting me?" I probed."Oh, Laird. You should ask Fenella directly. I'm not sure about my own memory." Jessy blatantly avoided my question.Of course, I wouldn't let him off the hook. This time, I stepped closer to Jessy and stared straight into his eyes. I spoke softly in fron
Laird’s POVA daddy long-legs? If I remember correctly, I once read a book with that title for an English literature class assignment in high school. The novel tells the story of a man who provides many conveniences for a girl by keeping his true identity a secret. The man then fell in love with the girl, and they eventually got married.Does Alan deserve to be called Daddy Long Legs? I don't think so. He didn't keep his identity a secret. In fact, he bragged his name and position as the boss to Fenella. Then he intended to marry Fenella?It seemed Alan was indeed targeting Fenella. Perhaps he intended to offer career success to Fenella and hoped that she would marry him that way.I snorted as I successfully connected Alan's mindmap."Me?" I asked Alan. The man smiled broadly and nodded his head."I'd rather choose to be her lifelong best friend," I said with a wry smile."Oh, isn't that adorable? All fiction makes us dream, doesn't it?" Alan chuckled."You know, most girls in this r
Laird’s POVAlan managed to hold back her slap. Alan's hand gripped Kiara's wrist until she felt pain."Let go of me!" Alan then released his grip."Don't spoil this party with your beastly behavior." Alan hissed back at her.Kiara groaned in annoyance as she held her reddened wrist. She then walked away, stomping her feet. I watched her quickly be swallowed by a crowd of people."Isn't she dreadful?" Alan asked me with a wry smile."I don't care about her," I said."But you care about Fenella, right? Isn't it too long to chat with an ex-boyfriend? Unless she really wants to mend things." Alan said it to me again.I wondered. How could he keep poking at my feelings? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Why did he keep reminding me that Fenella had ignored me?The memory of prom night immediately disturbed me. I tried hard not to show my anxiety, but the crease in my forehead didn't fade."Ah, finally, there she is," Alan said.I turned to Alan and realized that Fenella had returned and