บททั้งหมดของ Love Hurts : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Luke POV . . I was full of joy. Finally, I could take some time off tonight. Guarding a strong-headed woman like Ms. Weasly drained my energy a lot. "Someone's so happy!" Mariana chimed in behind me. I just glanced over my shoulder and smiled at her. "Looks like someone can sleep early tonight and can wake up late tomorrow, huh?!" she quipped. I turned around and raised the glass of red wine to her. "Cheers to that, Mariana. The same must go with you, too!" I told her with a wink. "Oh! Well, I need to prepare for their breakfast!" she shrugged off while pouring herself a glass of wine. "But who knows, right?!" she also winked, knowing what we both meant. "I'm telling you, you're not gonna prepare for breakfast. A late lunch or early dinner, maybe!" I whispered while glancing around, thinking somebody could have heard us. But the thing was, aside from boss and Ms. Weasly, it was just me and Mariana who lived in this mansion. The Scarred-face Gang was scattered everyw

"Oh, that's f*cking good, babe! Yes!" her hips were writhing while I thrust harder. Her scream was f*cking giving me incredible insanity. I was aware that Luke and Mariana could hear us, but who cared? "Like this, kitty? Want more?" I groaned. I felt I was close to c*m. My right hand gripped her butt cheek tight, while my left tugged a volume of her hair, making her moan. Based on her expression, her sultry sound was both for pain and pleasure. "Yes, babe! Yes. Oh, Martin!" the way she called my name was melody in my ears, d*mn I wanted all of her. From the strand of her hair to the tip of her toenail. "Babe, I'm gonna c*m!" she screamed. "Not yet, kitty!" I commanded. "Disobey me, and you'll face my punishment!" I told her while I kept thrusting her p*ssy. I heard a whimper as she bit her lower lip, her doe eyes were fixed on me. "Babe, let me, please!" every time she was about to c*m, I would stop or slow down. The look of frustration was written all over her reddish face.

Martin POV . . I was sitting in my office while reviewing the project that Shantel left on my desk. I furrowed my brows at some dates that she approved. "Shantel!" I called her. Where was she this time? That's when the door of my office opened, and Sean, my other assistant, came in with more documents to review. "What are those?" I massaged my temples, having a migraine operating these businesses. "Ahm, sir. These are the updated documents and blueprints for the new condominium tower the company is building on the east side!" he placed all of the documents and blueprints on my desk, covering my face. I had to get up and check each page one by one. "Sean, what made Shantel sign these? She knows well that the required dates for building towers are crucial!" Sean looked over the said document, and the same as mine, his face looked confused. "Sir, I have never seen this contract before!" he shook his head at once. "Call Mr. Vianchi. Tell him to meet me at lunch in Ma

It was Saturday! The Grand Party had arrived. I wasn't just escorted by Madam Florence, but we also rode in her black Mercedes Splinter luxury van where I didn't need to bend down when getting out of the car door. I saw her speaking to Luke at her office earlier, giving him a serious talk not to say a single thing to Martin. The latter almost peed on his pants when Madam Florence's eyes blazed with a warning. I ended up wearing the elegant ball gown Madam Florence wore on her 18th birthday. I felt like a princess at the moment. I was already 25, but this gown made me feel like I was just 18. My one-of-a-kind mentor was also mesmerizing with her looks tonight. She was wearing one of her designs that was worn once by an iconic and legendary Hollywood actress. As the door of the car automatically slid open, Madam Florence got off first. She glanced at me with a satisfying smile while waiting for my grand entrance. As I got out of the van, the media and paparazzi began clicking

We went back to the main deck like strangers. Luke followed me, acting as my personal guard while Martin walked straight to Shantel, which made the latter smile vigorously. As we glanced at the stage, a middle-aged man held a microphone and began tapping its speaker, checking its sound. "Hello! Guests at Luminous Lounge, we are here to celebrate a very special event in the name of Mr. Martin Marcini, CEO of SF Group!" the whole main and upper deck were covered with loud applause and greetings while their eyes were fixed on Martin, who was standing tall between his mother and Shantel. "Not everyone knew about it, but Mr. Marcini is the only son of a very legendary fashion icon, Madam Florence Salvatore. Now, we are all here to celebrate his comeback. Mr. Marcini, anything to say, please!" the middle-aged man asked as he gave the microphone to Martin. Everyone clapped and gave the mother and son a warm greeting. Cameras were everywhere, flashing their pictures from every angle.