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Evy "You look amazing, Mrs. D'Angelo," he whispers some time later, possessively wrapping his arm around my waist and starting a slow dance among the few couples. "I'm so proud of you." "Thank you," I whisper back. Gael leans in a bit, his face close to mine, and immediately our eyes meet. "Now, onto phase two," he says. I consider pulling back a bit to ask about this phase two he mentioned, but unexpectedly, he holds the back of my neck, catching a few strands of my hair between his fingers, and before I can even breathe, his mouth tenderly captures mine in a slow, warm manner. However, it's no less intense and provocative. Provocative, indeed! Because I feel something I can't quite explain. I just know it's quite... enjoyable, and I don't want it to end... ever! But he interrupts the kiss and eagerly murmurs, "I love you." My heart races too fast, I can barely breathe. The spell breaks when he raises his eyebrows, forces a smile, and leans in close to my ear again. "Jasper can lip

Evy After stopping at a café and purchasing the most delicious croissants along with two large cups of espresso generously topped with cream, the car parked in front of the oncology clinic. For the first time, I observed its elegant façade adorned in light shades of green and soft beige. Anxiously, I entered the building because conversing with my mother had been a soothing balm amid my rather tumultuous life. Witnessing Judy's animated and clear-minded demeanor, her laughter and trivial chatter, brought happiness and reminded me of the woman she had always been. Despite the harsh reality of Andrew Dixon's death sinking in, she remained unfazed. Yet, beneath it all, a trace of sadness lingered in her gaze. Before heading to her room, I decided to stop by Dr. Monique's office as I needed an update on her treatment progress and the prospects concerning my mother's illness. As always, she greeted me at the door with a professional yet friendly smile. "Evy, I'm glad you're here! I've be

Evy "Ah!" I release a drawn-out sigh of pure appreciation as my body begins to recover from my third orgasm. Gael collapses weakly beside me on the bed, and I hear the loud sound of his heavy breathing. I wish I could look at him and see how disheveled and sweaty he is, but my eyes are heavy and simply won't obey. I snap out of my thoughts as I feel his body shifting beside me on the mattress, and I open my eyes slightly to meet a perfect pair of black pearls staring at me with amusement. I also smile languidly. "What's up?" I ask, biting my lower lip, restraining my smile from widening. He dismisses it and quickly kisses me on the mouth. "Enjoyed it?" I shrug, showing little regard for his question. "It was alright!" I retort disdainfully, contemplating finding the strength to get out of bed. "Oh, now you hurt me!" he grumbles, placing a hand on my forearm. "Where do you think you're going?" I take a deep breath and suppress a good laugh because I know I've hit his masculine ego h

Evy There's not much to do at the D'Angelo mansion, every time I come back from my mother's house I get lost in this huge place, or I get stuck in a library or even in the swimming pool, or I simply sleep and for this reason, I decided to return with my morning runs. This time accompanied by my brutish security guard, and don't think I'm doing this outside the estate, because it's so big here that there seems to be no end to it. Like now, I'm coming back from another run and when I get home from my workout, I run up the stairs and straight to the bathroom. To my surprise, I hear the shower turn on and notice that the door is ajar. Curious, I slowly approach and catch a glimpse of Gael's wet body. He's standing with his back to me under the water that's falling like a waterfall. I sigh audibly and think, should I go in or not? I bite my lower lip with a cheeky thought and start to undress, I enter the room slowly and silently, then I enter the shower and hug him from behind, kissing h

Evy "How do I look?" He asks, turning away from the mirror and still adjusting his tie. I simply gaze at the handsome man standing before me, unable to help but notice his masculine and serious face. His eyes, now even darker and intense due to the night's darkness seeping in through the window, draw my attention, and with a sigh, my observant gaze descends to his mouth, outlined by a sparse yet equally dark beard. "Well?" He insists, but I continue my overly meticulous assessment, now captivated by his tall, well-dressed figure in a black button-up shirt and a navy-blue tie with tiny graphite-colored diamond-shaped details. The black dress pants perfectly contour his thighs, emphasizing his waist and leaving little to my overly fertile imagination. I hold back a loud sigh, realizing it's time to snap out of this ridiculous trance and give my opinion. "You look perfect, Gael!" I sum up my response with a gentle voice because he doesn't need to know how incredibly attractive he looks