All Chapters of Paint My World Red: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

(Red’s POV)“What with the boxes?” Addie asked as she gestured her hand, calling Sapphire and Katie to the chairs.The two girls walked toward her, sitting on the chair quietly. After Leslie gave them a quick shower, it was as if sleep was pulling them to bed already.“I don’t know. I haven’t checked them yet.” Aya, seated on the couch, handed her the hairdryer and hairbrush.When I caught her massaging her temple, I grabbed her gently and pulled her to me, letting her rest her head on the cushion I placed on my lap. She must be feeling unwell because she did not fight me, and instead of complaining, she lay and breathed in relief when I began to massage her temples. “Argh! You should have told me there’s no water upstairs.” Ariana dashed to the stairs in her bathrobe, her face white with soap. “I’m complaining about this place. Where’s the owner?” She chuckled as she knocked at the shared bathroom near the living room.“I told you this place isn’t ready to accept visitors yet,” Aya

(Aya’s POV)“Mommy? Daddy?”First, it was only Onyx calling, but a few seconds later, I could hear five of them calling us simultaneously.“Mooommmmmyyyyy!!!”“Daaaaddddyyyy!!!”“Sshhh... Your mom and dad are still sleeping,” I heard Addie’s pleading voice, sounding like she was stopping the kids from entering because the tent’s door had moved.I knew somehow that after I reached seventh heaven a couple of times, I fell into the arms of Morpheus. Red and I were crazy at each other, making love as if it was our last. Well... it should be the last. I woke up earlier than my cell phone’s alarm and had to turn it off before Red woke up from its noise.Instead of getting up, I snuggled closer to him, arched my head back, and gazed at his godly face. My mind had been reminding me that Red didn’t belong to me, but my heart kept whispering that it was not my fault that I fell in love with him and him to me. No one was at fault, except last night; I wanted Red... I needed him to make me feel a

(Aya’s POV)“Are you sure you don’t want us to go with you?” Addie asked worriedly.My cousin raised her head, pursing her lips as she studied the villa. When I nodded, she opened the car’s door, returned to the driver’s seat, and sat quietly, not saying anything. We had this discussion already last night before going to bed, and this was sort of part of our exchange deal after she and Leslie insisted on staying with me in the B&B. I hated the idea that she had to sell her business to a friend just because she promised my dad that she would look after me.I disliked the thought that even Leslie had to sacrifice, traveling that long to her office, although Red and Liam approved of her working from home, and she would report to the office only when needed.Leslie opened the window, her lips curving a wicked smile. “Just like we practiced, Aya.”I rolled my eyes, chuckling softly as I nodded, unsure how to deceive Scarlett without intending to hurt her. Leslie called it bluffing to creat

(Red’s POV)Before having Aya in our lives, the kitchen was never our favorite part of the house. For my kids and me, it was a place where the household cooks and prepares the food, nothing else, but as soon as I arrived in The Sophia House, it was the first room I went to when I could not find her in the common room which included a shared kitchen for the guests and the living room. It was an additional part of the lodge when they renovated the place, and the old kitchen of The Sophia House stayed where it was but became Aya’s sanctuary. When I reached the kitchen, my goddess pastry chef was probably giving Violet some points on where to put the topper, pointing her index finger at the ballerina fondant cake our eldest daughter was designing. At home, my daughter was banned from coming to the kitchen and learning from Fabian, but here, she freely learned everything she could from her. In our video call, Aya said she could only teach her baking but could not help admiring our daughte

(Red’s POV)“What’s the problem then?” she asked worriedly.I was unsure what the worry was about, but she looked at my face, then glanced at my shaft.“My manhood must have trust issues entering territories?” I joked, thinking I might be right.Aya chuckled, then pressed her lips, lowering her head. When she raised her head, she stepped closer. I could feel her big belly between us.“This is what I fear,” she murmured, confusing me. She began to pull off her shirt and unhook her bra, freeing her mounds.“What are you doing?” I swallowed hard. I could not remove my eyes from her breasts, which had become more prominent because of her pregnancy.My heartbeat accelerated as my eyes pinned on the woman who had made me nuts since meeting her. I swallowed again, thinking my heart had gone nuts. She took my hand, pressing my palm on the slope of her breast. I gasped, feeling her skin, and was tempted to raise my other hand to knead them.“They said when pregnant, the heart rate increases,”