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- Two hours later -Trey lay in bed, and a long yawn left his mouth. He placed his hand to his mouth and he muffled the sound of the yawn. He didn't want to wake Lisa who lay beside him sleeping soundly. She seemed to require the rest even more desperately than he did, he was a wild beast earlier and had overworked her body.He propped on his elbow to have a good look at her, she was so beautiful, and she was his, his wife, and the owner of his heart. She loved him, his beautiful wife told him she loved him.Just then, Lisa stirred in her sleep, pulling into his touch, the action made a few strands of hair fall on her face. He smiled, and used his fingers to tuck it behind her ear, he stared at her calm sleeping face with pure adoration, her beauty increased by the second.As he was admiring her beauty, just like a magnet he was pulled, and before he knew it, he was kissing her, her lips were so soft and tasty, he couldn't have enough, as the kiss progressed, Lisa began responding to h
Lisa's eyes fluttered open at the bright light streaming through the window. She squinted, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. As she stretched her limbs, she realized that Trey was not beside her.She sat up, her body feeling sore from the previous night's activities, and a sweet smile played on her lips as she reminisced about the intimate moments they had shared. Lisa remembered falling asleep while Trey had been cleaning her up. She inspected herself and discovered that she was wearing Trey's shirt. The thought of him made her heart race with excitement. "Where is he?" she murmured to herself, wondering where he could have gone. Lisa got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to see if he was there. However, the room was empty. She decided to head downstairs, hoping to find him there.Brad was lounging on a plush sofa in the parlor, lost in thought when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.He looked up in surprise and found himself staring
A few hours earlier at the penthouse, after the injection, Trey fell on his knees as he cursed inwardly,âDamn it! He had made a grave mistake by thinking Valerie was alone in this, and now he had fallen right into their trap. His thoughts had been focused on Lisa, he was determined to make sure that Valerie didn't come between them. In his haste, he hadn't taken any precautions, and now he was paying the price for it. Trey was furious and vowed to take revenge on Fausto for planning against him. He had sent his men to get Fausto, but they were told that he hadn't returned to the hotel since the previous night and he had even forgotten about him. Now he was bold enough to drug him too. He must not fear for his life anymore, he was going to make sure that Fausto regretted crossing him.Trey fell motionless on the ground, his face pressed against the fur carpet. Lucas, who was standing behind Trey, looked down at him with a smug expression. "Hopefully by the time you wake up, Lisa
When Diego informed Trey that Lisa was the one driving the car that just passed by, Trey's heart skipped a beat, his intuition told him something was terribly wrong, he immediately turned the steering wheel and made a sharp U-turn on the road deciding to go after Lisa.Diego, who was caught off guard in the passenger seat, had not gotten over what Trey was up to when the brake of the car was hit, sending him forward in reflex. "Dude, what the fuck?" Diego asked bewildered."Get out, I have to follow her," Trey answered impatiently. "Trey, this is the middle of nowhere. How am I supposed to go home from here?" Diego asked with a facial expression that said. âAre you joking?" Trey's eyes were spitting fire as he stared at Diego, if looks could kill, Diego would be dead by now."Figure that out on your own. Now stop delaying me." Trey answered impatiently, anger evident in his tone. Diego looked at this henpecked husband and got out unwillingly. He had not stabilized himself yet when
Trey arrived at the farmhouse 30 minutes later, when he got to the parlor he saw Brad and asked him, where Diego was,âWhere is Diego?ââHe is at the dining room, boss,â Brad responded, and Trey made his way to the dining room. When Diego saw Trey enter the dining room, he asked casually.âYou didn't catch up with her?â Ignoring Diego's remark, Trey sat down at the table, and the maid came to serve him. After taking a sip of water, Trey got straight to business. "The footage at the hotel was tampered with," he said, looking at Diego. "I need you to call all our IT experts at the base, and tell them to recover the actual footage at the hotel last night. I need the results before 24 hours.""Understood, boss," Diego replied, his expression serious. "I'll get right on it." As the dinner came to an end, Diego stood up from the dining table to leave the room when Trey's voice stopped him in his tracks. He said. "Before you go, I need you to send some men to watch over Lisa from a dista
Lisa made her way toward Valerie's ward, she couldn't leave the hospital without confronting her first. As she entered Valerie's ward, her eyes immediately fell on Valerie, who was scrolling through her phone while lounging on an armchair. Lisa's gaze then shifted to Valerie's neck and shoulders, where she noticed some bite marks and a hickey.A wave of confusion and anger washed over her. Had she been wrong about the video? Did Trey touch Valerie? But then she remembered after analyzing the video she received, that Trey had been unconscious in the video, which only added to her confusion.Valerie, who had heard the door open, turned her head and caught sight of Lisa standing at the entrance with a furious expression on her face. Despite Lisa's anger, Valerie couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The video had worked, and Lisa's expression confirmed it. Valerie's lips curled upwards, forming a smug and satisfied grin that hinted at a sense of superiority. She smiled gloating
Lisa emerged from her room and called out, "Angelo!" The sound of her voice drew Angelo's attention from his seat in the living room, and he stood up to face his boss."Madam?" Angelo replied respectfully."Where is Luis?â She inquired, her tone betraying a hint of concern."He's in his room," Angelo responded promptly. "He went there after you retired to your room." Lisa frowned. "You mean to tell me that you didn't see him leaving? What were you doing? Weren't you paying attention?" she asked, her tone becoming more urgent. Angelo scratched the back of his head and replied, "I was working on the laptop." Lisa frowned, studying Angelo's apologetic expression before signing heavily and asking, "Where is Lucas?" It suddenly dawned on her that she hadn't seen Lucas since she returned from Trey's farmhouse. Angelo hesitated for a moment before answering, "Madam, he's in his room. He hasn't been feeling well since yesterday morning and has been holed up in there ever since. I sent hi
It was a few minutes past 7, when Lisa's car pulled up to the grand entrance of Trey's magnificent villa. The imposing gates were swiftly opened by the vigilant bodyguard, who confirmed Lisa's identity before ushering her through. As they drove up the driveway, Lisa couldn't help but notice that the entire house was shrouded in darkness. It wasn't until they reached the parking space that Lisa realized the reason for the gloom - all the lights were off. Despite the eerie silence, Lisa gathered her thoughts and stepped out of the car, making her way towards the house. The bodyguards were quick to follow, and they opened the door for her, allowing her to step into the house.As soon as Lisa crossed the threshold of the room, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. When she smelled Trey's intoxicating scent and his hard muscular body pressed against her. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling all the tension in her body melt away a
It was a few minutes past eight in the morning when Luis woke up. He went into the shower and took a long shower after jerking off. After getting dressed, he headed downstairs. However, upon reaching his living room, he heard some movements coming from the kitchen. There were no maids in the house, so who could that be? Selena? When did Selena learn how to cook? He thought as he walked to the kitchen to investigate, but he stopped at the entrance when he saw who was standing inside the kitchen cooking. âMother?â Martina turned to face her son with a warm smile. She looked as stunning as always, with her long straight hair falling down her back, her light makeup, and as usual, a red lipstick. She looked beautiful; it was like she was growing younger by the day instead of vice versa.âDid you miss me?â Martina asked, and Luis shook his head, seemingly in a trance state as he replied.âNo, I mean, yes, so much?â Martina smiled and said,âI miss you more; welcome back, son.â âThank you
âAhh, Luis...! Gentle, please..." A fully naked Selena, whose back was wet with sweat dripping down, her blonde hair firmly twisted in Luis' firm grip, cried out, her breath labored as Luis slammed ruthlessly into her from behind. Luis grunted, pulling out and slamming into Selena, his hand connecting with her already red ass and spanking it hard. Selena gasped at the sting, her throbbing pussy clenching Luis' dick; she could feel herself getting to the edge once again, just then, Luis drove his dick into her with force, and that did it, her grip on the dining table weakening as she rested her forehead on it, her body trembling. Her legs, which were spread apart, badly quivering from the pleasure. Selena closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation as Luis continued thrusting inside her, his dick filling and widening her pussy with his thickness, all her strength drained, causing her legs to weaken, and she collapsed on the dining table panting. Luis continued thrusting into her
The tequilas began to take effect on Clara, and she found herself lost in the rhythm of the music; her body was beginning to sweat with each move she made. With the alcohol controlling her, Clara didn't mind the bumping and grinding from the people close to her, even though she realized her friends were nowhere in sight, and those bumping into her were strangers. But then, Clara felt people move away from her; without bother, she continued to dance, swaying her body to the beat, but was startled to a halt when a pair of rough hands wrapped the exposed skin on her belly, stroking it. Clara's breath hitched when the hands started to trace down her hips, stroking her exposed thighs. The action in a weird way was providing a soothing feeling to Clara's tired muscles as it trails back higher and higher. She involuntarily leaned into the comfort it was giving her; she began to sway her hips. Maybe it was the alcohol boosting her courage, but she started to grind her ass on the man behind
~An hour later~ Michelle's eyes shot open at the soft murmur of voices near her. She blinked several times, trying to orient herself in the blinding hospital room. Relief washed over her when she saw Alanâs familiar face. âMy love, you are awake,â Alan said, a warm smile breaking through the tension on his face as he gently cupped Michelle's cheek with his hand, his touch both comforting and tender. However, panic seeped into Michelle's voice as she recalled the events leading up to her awakening. âWhere is Luis? Didnât he bring me to the hospital?â Michelle asked, urgency lacing her words, her heart racing at the thought of Luis. A glint of confusion crossed Alan's face as he studied her. âMy love, who is he, and why are you so worried about him, instead of your well-being?â Curiosity laced his tone, mingled with an undercurrent of anxiety. Michelle hesitated for a moment, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. âHe is the man I love, the father of my baby.â Her conf
âMichelle!â Alan shouted, his voice laced with panic as he dashed toward her. The moment he reached her, he bent down, his strong arms encircling her petite frame, cradling her gently against his chest. âLuisâŠâ she murmured, her voice barely a whisper before her eyes fluttered shut and she slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp in his hold. Without wasting time, Alan raced towards his car, and his chauffeur, standing by, promptly opened the door for him, and he wasted no time in getting inside, keeping Michelle secure in his arms.âDamn it, sheâs bleeding,â he exclaimed, his heart racing as his gaze fell upon the darkening crimson stain spreading across his hand beneath her head. Panic surged through him. âDrive faster!â he yelled, urgency gripping his every word as he felt the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him.~âĄ~An hour earlier, a sleek black Ferrari roared to a halt at the iron gates of the Castillo mansion. One of the bodyguards stationed at the entrance approac
The sleek black car Michelle was riding in came to a halt in front of the grand stone church, its polished exterior gleaming in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. A bodyguard stepped forward, pulling open the door. Inhaling a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Michelle stepped out of the car, her elegant mermaid wedding gown flowing around her like a cascade of delicate lace and satin. The intricate beading sparkled, catching the light with every subtle movement she made. As soon as she stepped out, a bright voice pierced through the air. âMy beautiful best friend!â Clara exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy. âClara? You came? I thought you wouldn't make it." Michelleâs voice trembled with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes as she rushed into Clara's welcoming embrace. Clara wrapped her arms tightly around Michelle. âI couldnât miss it for the world!â Clara said, her smile radiant. âSeeing my best friend standing here in her breathtaking wedding gown is a moment I simp
Alan was seated behind his desk, exuding an air of authority that filled the room. His sharp, handsome features were framed by transparent glasses that perched on his nose, giving him an appearance of both intellect and charm, as his blue eyes were fixed on the conference meeting unfolding on his laptop screen. The room was filled with a hushed, tense atmosphere as board members engaged in serious discussions, the glow of the laptop casting a soft light across his focused expression. Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud bang, breaking the silence. Michelle stormed in, her cheeks flushed with anger and her eyes blazing. âAlan, how dare you! How could you make a decision regarding my life without my consent?!â she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. Alan, momentarily distracted from the serious matters on his laptop, looked up, taking in her fiery demeanor. The board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their gazes dropping to their notes, avoiding the swirling t
Alan returned to the clinic a few minutes later after Michelle left and decided to find her. On the way to her hostel, he saw a girl holding Michelle by the arm and hurried toward them. Just a few feet from them, he heard the girl's shameless statement. He was going to ask her to stop talking trash when she pushed Michelle. His heart raced as he secured his arms around Michelle's petite frame.âAre you alright?â he asked Michelle after steadying her. âI'm fine. Thank you.â Michelle said as the tears she had been holding back since she found out about her pregnancy came running down her face.âYou girls should be ashamed of yourselves. Falsely accusing someone and trying to hurt her? Do you know what I do to girls like you who bully others?â Alan asked in a menacing voice, a deadly expression the girls had never seen before plastered on his usually calm face. The girls took a few steps back, a wave of fear surrounding them.However, Michelle, wanting to vent her frustration, approache
Knock Knock The faint sound of a knock at the door resonated through Principal Whiteâs office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. âCome in,â he said. âGood afternoon, Principal White,â Michelle greeted with a hint of nervousness in her voice. The principal gestured toward the chair positioned in front of his desk, his expression serious yet inviting. âPlease, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,â he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern. âThank you,â Michelle said softly, settling into the chair and placing her hands on her lap, trying to maintain her composure as she fidgeted with her fingers. âMiss Agrilla,â Principal White began, his eyes studying her intently, âit has come to my attention that you have developed a troubling habit of dozing off during lectures. As your principal, I felt it necessary to bring you in today to understand what might be causing this issue. And let me be clear: if this continues, I will have to involve your p