All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aryana proved Daniel correct and shopped until Creighton and Sandra were the ones exhausted. They stopped long enough to eat a late supper and then continued the girl’s favorite sport. Creighton bought everything she asked for. New shoes, new makeup, baby clothes, stroller, toys and wall décor for the nursery, before placing an order for a rocking chair, ottoman, changing table, play pen and jungle gym to be delivered to their home in Paris. This baby had enough of everything, to never have to wear the same outfit twice. Creighton complained of a headache, Sandra's feet hurt, and Daniel insisted his back would not survive another package. Aryana finally got tired enough to slow down around ten o’clock and announced she was starving…again. They went back to the hotel and ordered pastries to be sent up to the room, along with a tray of fruit.Sandra entered first, kicking her shoes off the minute she sat down on the large floral sofa. Creighton joined her on the couch and moaned, stret

“I want to call my sister and grandparents and tell them to pack. I think I want to get married by the end of the week.” Creighton stared at her for a moment in stunned silence before wrapping her in his warm embrace, hugging her tight.“You’re sure about this?” he asked a few moments later when she pulled away from him, looking into his dark eyes. “No regrets?”“None,” she said shaking her head. “I feel in my heart that this is right and for the first time in my life, my common sense is quiet.” Creighton kissed the tip of her nose and smiled proudly at her.“Then let’s get this mess over with and start working on our own lives.”Sandra sat on the bed beside Creighton as they sorted through the many pictures of the past few days. He had called the Don and arranged to have him come to the hotel at five o’clock, insisting that Aryana needed to rest after their trip. Sandra then called and spoke with her grandparents, arranging for their trip to England. Creighton told his parents about

“Is this true?” the old man finally asked, turning slowly to address his daughter who stared at the two through wide swollen red eyes. She nodded dumbfounded. “Where does Creighton fit into all of this? It was my understanding you were sneaking into his office to visit him.”“She was visiting Daniel,” Creighton said sternly. “He works as an intern at my Paris office. Most of the time I wasn’t even there.”“Daniel?” the old man said, staring at the young man who glared back at him. The boy stood up and took a step toward his wife’s father.“I am Daniel Keane. Aryana’s husband and father of her child.” The old man tilted his head to look at the boy as Creighton reached for Sandra’s arm, pulling her gently to his side and wrapping his arm around her waist. She didn’t object. She felt suddenly weak and needed a bit of the man’s strength and support to continue to stand straight.“What makes you think you’re worthy of my daughter?” the older man asked.“What makes you think I’m not?” San

“Paparazzi.” The valet hurried to the driver’s side of the car, while Creighton turned to look at her. “Take a deep breath, smile and just follow beside me. Don’t hide from them or it will be worse. Even if they speak English, ignore them and let me answer their questions.” Sandra nodded as her door was opened by a second valet. She drew a deep breath and stepped out of the car, finding herself temporarily blinded by the lights of the cameras flashing in her face. Creighton was at her side in just a few seconds, his hand around her waist as he steered her through the small crowd and into the building.Creighton answered the questions in a very relaxed manner, strolling rather casually through the hotel lobby. He stepped up to the counter and retrieved a package the clerk handed him, then continued toward the lifts. Several hotel officials hurried to their side, ushering the men back out the main entrance as Creighton whispered to Sandra to smile and wave. They entered the lift along

Creighton stopped his torture for a moment, tugging the chain between her nipples gently then lifted it to her mouth.“Open,” he ordered, and she did, gasping as he pulled the chain higher, lifting her breasts up by the clamps and slipped the chain between her teeth. “Now, bite.” She again obeyed and instantly moaned as he began to tickle the delicate flesh of the underside of her breasts.He ran the feathers back down her torso to the spot that had been silently begging for attention, caressing the delicate flesh beneath his initials. Sandra moaned again, her eyes closing to the desire and pleasure while the feathers continued to tickle her, caressing the lips of her labia moments before the handle was slowly thrust inside her vagina.“You are so wet.” He leaned across her, his nose running gently over her labia, his tongue tasting and tickling the nub of her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned as he pulled the handle out, slowly pushing it back in, his tongue licking and teasing, his t