His lips, a soft summer breeze that whispered secrets, touched mine as he whispered, "I love you, baby." And with that, my spine tingled like the summer breeze rustling through the leaves of a tree.The surrounding crowd erupted into cheers and applause, a stormy sea against the shores."Awwww!" they screamed, the chorus of delight sighs, while a symphony orchestra started playing joyful melodies. The notes were dancing in the air like a thousand small butterflies flying around while Adrian and I shared a kiss, like two lovers lost in the magic of their own private world.This song floated through the air, like a few clouds lazily drifting across a summer sky, and Adrian and I succumbed to its romantic allure, swaying our bodies to its rhythm like two trees dancing in the breeze.Sweet was the serenade of this melody, the symphony of love and longing, its notes whispering sweet nothings in our ears like the gentle caress of a lover. Moving in perfect harmony across the floor, we felt
He rolled me onto his back, hands trailing down my sides to my thighs. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he said, settling between them. I obliged, my breath catching as he blew a stream of cool air over my heated flesh.He leaned in, his tongue tracing around my pussy. Still sensitive from what had happened a little while back, he went slow with it, drawing the taste and all the ways I squirmed underneath him into his mouth.He slid two fingers inside me and curled them into that special spot that made stars appear. His hips bucked against my hand, moaning louder with each thrust."That's it, baby, let me hear you," he growled, his thumb circling your clit. I could feel my body tensing, my muscles contracting around his fingers as my orgasm approached.He obliged, increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers until I was screaming out his name, my body shaking with pleasure.He crawled up the length of my body, his lips latching onto mine in a scorching kiss. I tasted me on his ton
THE NEXT MORNINGWhile the last tints of night's darkness were lost, a soft, diaphanous glow enveloped the world-the delicate warmth one knows on an overcast summer's day. The morning sun stole over the horizon, catching up the lingering shadows, with slow, insistent fingers-like the fingers of some lover-onward, till a warm touch pervaded all things.With morning light still dancing across the topography, it highlighted the quiet intimacy of the world, like the soft focus of a camera lens. The trees stood tall, stretching upwards to the sky, like outstretched arms of a lover, their leaves rustling softly in the morning breeze, with the whisper of a summer wind.The density of sleep was slowly pulled aside by a light, ringing sound, a little like the tinkling a wind chime gave out on a summer's day. It persisted, demanding to be heard, much like the insistent humming of a fly on a hot afternoon. A call from my cell phone woke me up-the shrillness of its tone cut through the gentle qui
As I drew near, he looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and I felt the intensity of his pain, like the black, still waters of a lake on a windless day. "Love," he breathed, his voice barely audible, like the gentle rustle of leaves in an autumn breeze. And while he talked, he leaned his head on my shoulder, his body craving comfort and relief, as a child would under the protective embrace of its mother.And all at once, without reason, his tears started pouring down his cheeks, as slowly dripped the water from a tap. I was dismayed, my heart grieving with a sense of wonder and astonishment, like the sharp sting of a winter's chill wind. What had been able to wound him so, so badly? I wondered, my mind whirling with doubts and questions, like the frothy whirlpool of a hurricane.I raised my hand, gently patting his cheeks, my hand warm and soothing, like the warm rays of a summer sun on a cloudy day. "Tell me what's wrong," I said, my voice with a sense of understanding and concern, like
"Yes, the new project is a building," he replied, his tone filled with excitement, like the low, soft buzz of a summer insect that seemed to vibrate with energy."We are building a sustainable landmark city in Dubai that will benefit us," he went on, his eyes alight with passion, like the low, soft glow of a summer moon shining brightly across the night sky.".I exclaimed, my voice choked with wonder, like the pale, soft glimmer of sunbeam in summer that appeared to disclose every feature. "What are the merits?" I challenged him, my curiosity stirred, like the soft, gentle susurration of leaves in autumnal wind that appeared to convey secrets.Adrian's smile was wide and warm, such as the mellow, soft warmth of a sunbeam with joy."A lot of benefits, sugar," he replied, his voice one of confidence, such as the soft, gentle beat of a summer drum sound that seemed to reverberate through every cell of my body."More revenues, good reputation for our company, and attracting more investors
Adrian's words lingered in the air as a summer morning mist that enveloped everything in mystery while my eyes were drawn to the blueprint like an illuminating summer sunbeam which revealed every detail. "This is it," he exclaimed with an unnatural excitement that resonated like the delicate buzz of a summer insect charged with vibrant energy.My cognitive functions initiated data processing while examining the blueprint, reminiscent of an autumn breeze's delicate leaf rustle which appeared to convey hidden messages. The realization struck me with the delicate collision of a summer wave against warm evening shores. "Baby, there is something your writer is missing," I said, my voice filled with a sense of conviction, like the soft, gentle pounding of a summer drumbeat that seemed to echo through every cell of my body."The importance of the project," I added, my eyes locked onto Adrian's, like the soft, gentle gaze of a summer moon shining brightly in the night sky. I explained why gov
The tension continued to build between Christian and Adrian. Christian's voice pierced the space with the cold, demanding authority of a steel blade that cut through the severing weight of anger and frustration that had lingered for ages."I request, and not demand, that you lower your voice, Adrian," he said, with each word, in glaring contradiction to the rising anger surging within Adrian, spreading like a dark cloud across the horizon.Adrian's disbelief was compellingly stupendous; he had been completely floored by Christian's remark as he stared stupidly with mouth agape and eyebrows raised in questioning. He felt transfixed, as if beyond motion and speech. It was as if Christian had turned him into an erect statue of his own anger and frustration.But Christian was all too determined. His words grew sharper, his tone louder, more intense; the dam to his frustrations broke; a rising flood had been building for months, years maybe — a squall waiting to land, lightning tearing at
Christian terminated the call, leaving Adrian aghast, his face reddened with pure wrathful passion as anger blazed in his eyes with indignation, like a wildfire raging uncontrolled.... What gives him the right?" he burst out, the sound of his becoming louder, angrier, almost hitting the walls challenge them to let them know he was very upset, then cry for outrage like a wounded deer scaring the sledge."And just how could this lowlife dare!" he spat, as contempt and loathing dripped from every word, venomous in its tone, curling his lip in scowl on face-a very picture of anger and hatred. His eyes glowed incandescent with rage vibrant with indignation, every part of him pulsing with such rage as if a live wire were bursting sparks of electricity.Adrian promptly called Christian again, fingers flying across the keypad as if time were the essence, boiling over with indignant anger and frustration like water that had been put on the stove but never cared for.Adrian's voice, whip-like w
CHAPTER245JENNY POVLooking at me, completely aghast, Grace's eyes widened with her smile. "Oh, yes," she said. "I have been watching you two for quite some time. I know about the little marriage you have with each other and I know how you both can drive a wedge into each other's side."Adrian's expression was like dusk, with his eyes blazing out all his pent-up wrath. "Touch her and your death will be at your door," he commanded.She chuckled gleefully, "Oh, but you have. I've been your model servant, pretending all along, just biding my time to strike and watch the disarray of your union as your history unfolds."I shivered at her words. Was this marriage truly in danger? Would Grace really fracture everything we had built together?Grace's words made me miserable with indecision. Surely, she wouldn't have done that. I looked towards Adrian to see how this would have affected him, but his face reflected no such expression- it had a strict seriousness."You will not lift a finger to
JENNY POVWe strolled to the living room and there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights illuminating the path from the entrance, we found Grace (or so she claimed) standing with head downcast, turning eyes to the floor in a gesture of abandonment and with shoulders slumped in an act of discomfiture. "Good day, sir and ma'am," she addressed, her whisper almost inaudible, trembling slightly as she spoke, the words formed by hardly fluttering lips."Yea, Grace," he replied in a neutral tone, without a discernible expression, right when we sat together, as I was sitting on him, arms wrapped around me while holding me to himself, a hand softly placed on my stomach. Adrian then turned to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing as he studied her with a furrowed, working overtime with his brain to decode whatever she was ruminating upon."Grace, who are you?" he asked in a commanding tone that seemed to challenge such pronouncement, laced with some measure of skepticism, his tone even dripping wi
JENNY POVThe onset of this incident will forever remain my awakening hour, with the night still darkened. I became more aware of my surroundings, with the first thing in sight being Adrian, my husband, seated next to me with a most concerned look on his face. That dim bedside lamp light warmed him, throwing the depths of his worry into bold relief."What happened?" I pictured me demanding, but my voice was edged with confusion and alarm. Just as I attempted to rise, dizziness would encompass me, my husband's hands there to gently yet quite firmly assist me."You fell; you fainted," Adrian said. I kept on repeating it to myself in an attempt to fathom what it meant to faint. "I fainted?" I was finally able to whisper, the word now hanging in the air as if challenging my perception.He looked at me for a long moment, concerned but slightly annoyed. "Yes, love," he said gently but firmly. "I've told you to take it easy on yourself." Even as his tone reproached, his eyes showed the quick
JENNY POVMonica left my mother behind, with Grace, the maid, for services in the house. The next day, I woke as if with no energy; my body felt heavy and completely pregnant. "Honey," I called, sweet and gentle, hoping that Adrian would respond. But there was only silence. I waited for a moment expecting him to walk into the bedroom, but nothing.Sighing, I arise and manage to put all my strength into moving toward the kitchen. The instant Grace saw me walk through, she seemed to stop whatever the action was that she was engaged in and smiled, saying "Good morning, ma'am." In that voice, there was this plural, respectful and welcoming tone. I returned the gesture but instinctively put my hands on my huge tummy to rub it while feeling kicks from the baby inside. "Good morning, dear," I added just to sound a little more cheerful than I really felt.It was an exceptionally warm and inviting room that within one breath, would include coffee brewing. I found my usual place on the table an
ADRIAN POVIn the warmth of home, the weak lights of evening embraced us in lazy comfort. "Well, this is home; I was checking on Jenny," I muttered, sadly and tenderly gazing at her with concern. "No need to worry, babe. Jenny was fine," I comforted him with a smile, gently pulling him into hugs.As we moved on toward the room, the only sound from out two feet padding softly across the floor. "We need to hire a maid," I soothingly suggested, trying to approach the subject slowly. But Jenny interrupted, her voice very clear and very strong. "No, baby. I can do all the housework," she opposed right away, with a determined glint in her eyes that dared me to argue with her.My heart reeked of love and guilt towards her. I smiled sweetly and said, "No, my love-no." "You are expecting and I cannot allow you to submit yourself to doing that." Please, let me take care of this." I pleaded as I caressed her hair softly, as though that might somehow soften her resolute spirit.She regarded my w
ADRIAN POVFour hours later, the wait finally ended. Dr. Dazzy walked out of the emergency room, a mask of professionalism on his face, his eyes revealing but a sliver of concern. He called out my name, voice laden with reassuring authority like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, "Mr...?" Suddenly his gaze shifted towards the waiting area, raking in one after the other until at last, it rested on yours truly.I jumped up, my heart racing. Oh yeah, that's me, I whispered back. "How is she? How's Jenny?" The floodgates burst open.The treatment softened the doctor's looks a bit as he nodded. "I'm with your wife now," he said, almost holding out a glimmer of hope. "Let's talk," he said, sending a gesture toward one of the waiting room's quiet corners. My heart drummed in my chest like a drummer preparing for some primitive ritual. What was he going to say? Was Jenny okay? The uncertainty was murder.I quickly marched into the doctor's office, purposeful stride like a man on a mission,
ADRIAN POVAs we lay there, Jenny's body tensed, muscles broiling under the skin like waves about to crest. A grotesque distortion of her face came into view as her eyes were closed shut, and a strangled, guttural cry, "Hpppp!" escaped her lips, followed closely by a heartbreaking wrenching sound. This tearing sound ripped irrevocably through the very fabric of that moment. Eyes that once sparkled with humor and fun turned into tight, scrunched-up furrows of mixed terror and discomfort." And I, exhilarated, turned toward her, speaking soft, reassuring words, almost like a summer's warm, gentle breeze."What is it, baby?" I asked, leniently. Distracted by pain, Jenny barely perceived my touch as I brushed a straining hand from her forehead. In that instant, I felt an electric jolt through my fingers. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she gazed up at me- her expression blurred and hazy, breathing labored. Each rise and fall of her chest steered with ragged breaths alongside cowering flickeri
ADRIAN POVFive months laterSoftly I entered the room calling for my wife. "Honey," I said very softly, very lovingly. "I'm over here, baby," she said, warm and inviting, as I turned in the direction of her voice.Jenny was in the room, snacking and gently rubbing her stomach. She had dancing happiness in her eyes, and her face shone with a glorious smile. I, at that moment, couldn't help but smile back at her, as time seemed to make my love grow stronger for her."You are eating too much baby," I said, staring right at her, mischief ringing in my voice."Funny. It's that time of the baby." She replied, "I'm eating for two now, you know." And I laughed and shook my head, awestruck by the miracle in her womb.Looking at her, he could not stop the gratitude that he felt for all that was in store for the couple. The joy of becoming parents was getting real for them, and the dreamy excitement of meeting their little one was almost tangible. Then Jenny held my hand, intertwining her finge
ADRIAN POVAll fit to burst with happy joy, and really not in any way able to keep joy controlled, I ran straight towards Jenny's ward; and my heart beat like a train's wheels running on the tracks. Cracked the door ajar, I peeped in. But, no sooner did my eyes lay on my beautiful wife lying down there, with her eyes locked onto the television-"Honey," I called softly so as not to startle her.She turned her gaze to me, and a slight smile fell across her lips. "Yea," she replied soft and gentle. I moved to the edge of the bed and sat on it beside her, our eyes shining into each other. I was lost staring into those beautiful eyes and getting all the more lovely toward her.Before the evils of my mind settle, I kissed her lips very lightly, "I love you very much," he whispered-voice barely audible as he choked with emotion. She smiled and wrapped her arms around me, drawing in tighter. "I love you too," she murmured, still kissing me.Kissing her made euphoria and gratification wrap aro