ZARA POV"You can't do this," Zara said, her voice firm, complete with firmness, standing before me with eyes full of anger and hurt. " Put your clothes back on," she added with strength, and I felt a surge of emotion from deep within her. Regret and guilt stabbed at me as I understood I had injured her.But Adrian's voice was low and husky in my ear, his words a dripping temptation. "I love you, please," he said, weaving that spell around me, drawing me in with crystal sweetness. I just want you to f****** me, he whispered, sending shivers down my spine, making my heart race in steep anticipation. "I long for you," he added with a soft crack of emotion in his voice, speaking right into my soul. Adrian asked just when we seemed almost ready to share a moment together, but in reality, the sound of knocking brought our moment crashing down. "Knock, knock," a voice called out in the distance, the ringing shivers bursting through the room like a death knell. Adrian's eyes burned into min
ZARA POVI continued romancing him while my hands massaged his private organ in circular motions; then, I could feel it getting bigger and harder. It seemed Adrian's body relaxed, muscles eased; as if savoring it, he let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. I gently pulled his pants down as if my fingers brushed his skin, sending shivers down his spine. But just as things were getting steamy, suddenly from Adrian came the voice that clearly demanded,"Just stop it," he said. Words cut through air like a knife through silk, leaving no room for interpretation. I didn't want to hear that, nor did I want to stop. Something more swept over me with the tide of fire running through my veins. I kissed him forcefully,As I continued to romance him, my hands mapping him out with my fingers, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, I could feel him swell in his devotion, the fiery love he harbored inside almost at a boil. His lust was growing by the moment, and with my stimulation, his body was respo
ZARA POVComing from a luxurious bathroom, satisfaction welled up within like warm, soothing balm spreading in veins. Passion was with Adrian, and I knew only too well that I had really captured him even if it were just for a brief while. The lingering moment of lovemaking was left floating around as a hazy, sweet, intoxicating intoxication that refused to lift.Adrian lay there, staring back at me. His soft spreading chest rose and fell, not fast, still at all. Golden light lit softly over him, warming his features, and suddenly, so much emotion could swell my heart. I wanted him not to bother, break that stillness of a moment, so I moved very quietly, with footsteps so soft, they barely touched the floor.My gaze strayed to the watch lying like an elegant silver thing amid all that warmth and intimacy about the room. I picked it up, feeling the cool touch of metal against the skin, as I hesitated over what, exactly, to do next. I should keep the pants here, I thought, gazing upward
ZARA POVSuspended in the sweet expectancy that wraps the silence before the storm crashes, Adrian's eyes-primarily intense-barbed my own and set fire to a gaze locked in singular focus. Among the very first words he uttered was, "Where's the video?". It was such a low and husky voice-black like the purr of a satisfied cat-and made me smile slowly, enigmatically, as I reached for my phone, fingers closing about it like a gentle vice."Here it is," I said softly and melodiously while passing the phone over to Samuel. The moment he grabbed it, his eyes lit up in excitement as a child on a special day opening a birthday present. He started watching the video, the glow of the screen softly lighting his face-the dirty eyes glued to the images that swept across the screen. A low, appreciative rumble crawled out of his chest like distant summer-thunder rumble.Very well done, Zara. This was what he said to me and I could hear the purest possible tone of awe in his voice. Inside my chest, I f
SAMUEL POVWith my body setting into the soft cottony comfort of the bed, I turned my gaze at the entrance, and anticipation rushed through me, engendered by slow-burning flame. The softly rustling sound of Macy's dress, together with the second click of her heels against the floor, signaled Zara's imminent arrival; each sound seemed to ring through the room, recalling the sound of a faint bell. I kept my eyes glued to the entrance, soaking in every detail of her leaving, every eccentricity of her walking.Coming out of the bedroom, Zara's warm smile was diffusing sunshine all over the place as if it were a ray of sunlight breaking through thick clouds. Once she stepped in, confident in her stride and owning the momentful entrance, everything seemed calculated, every step weighing in slow time, savoring every moment. The caress of this soft rustle against an on-looking ear joined my senses, swooning in song with the summer breeze.Her beauty was unequivocally extraordinary-a creation
ZARA POVStillness seized me as a tremor ran through my body.I wanted Samuel so much that it was almost a living thing, pulsing with rhythmic intensity through my veins. I was drenched in longing, and every fiber of my being was attentionally waiting for his touch. My skin screamed with goosebumps, expecting his caress. The very air rippled with vibrations, the silence pregnant between us; we both knew that the very destiny of our love hung in the balance.Before a word escaped my lips, he was there: lips crashing onto mine, as an athlete would on finishing the race, leaving him gasping for breath, with the similar intensity I felt in case his kiss ever threatened to choke the very breath out of me. The kiss was alive, in a frenzy of flames, almost with intent to scorch me in its heat, tempestuous waves of passion that pulled me into a swirling vortex, rendering me helpless, powerless, at his total mercy.Life depended on it for him; it was the only thing that could make him survive-
SAMUEL POVAn extravagant penthouse situated at a distance from the clamorous city life, with dim street lights. Sunlight set in the room, with long seductive shadows portraying the dreamy bed and the curvaceous body of Zara lounging upon it. Temptation incarnate with long fiery red hair falling on bare shoulders and green emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.My will failed me. I strode across the room, heart roaring in my chest like a wild drum. Heat waves poured off Zara's body, stoking the fires of my soul. I seized her waist and brought her closer to myself. A fiery kiss smoldering with the sweetness of tender sensations upon the touch with her lips melted every bit of me-and then, they melted into me. Her lips parted to grant access to my tongue, which glided within the sweet recesses of her mouth.With the kiss still in motion, my hands explored her body against the contours and bends of her frame draped with little silk cloth. A pulse in her breast could be felt matching mine.
SAMUEL POVZara's expression was one of such primal fright as I stood there staring at it, that a wave of disbelief swept over my body. "Are you wanting to kill me just because you're actually paying me?" she actually complained; her voice trembled, as she stepped away and her eyes opened wide with terror.Raising my brow incredulous, I replied: "I have no idea whatsoever what you're talking about." Calm, measured, even as I struggled to fathom the depth of her paranoia, my voice had all the calmness of the individual alienated from the emotions that seemed to be swirling around me, taking a step nearer to her, eyes upon hers, saying: "Please go back to the bed, so we can continue what I was doing.”But Zara's expression only became more frightening; her eyes spoke of desperate panic and fear. Shaking her head, her voice barely a whisper, "I wasn't even considering...Zara, I sleep with girls with menstruation, talk less of a little blood, dear," I said, my voice dripping with disdain,
JENNY PIVMy screams cupped their ears with my own? I felt as though slipping off her control, being drowned in an abyss of excruciation. In an out-of-focus view, Adrian was leaning towards me in, eyes staring at me with such burning intensity of concern. His "What is going on?" sounded firm but buried in the undertones of fear, almost as though a threat to his self-control amid my torment. As if the pain refused to let me say anything, anything to his question, with the moment slowly refining into a blur.Adrian's hands held my powerless body, soothing me, but it didn't work; there was no soothing to be found. All I could feel was pain - pain so great, so consuming, so enormous. I felt like I was becoming lost, that I was passing away; that somehow losing consciousness would shield me from that horrible agony tearing through me.''Adrian's face was hardly an inch or two away from mine, and his eyes were now fixed on mine, as though filled with desperate concern. `Baby, please, what's
JENNY POVFurious banging outside sounded louder and louder as Grace wrapped her fists against the door. It was as if each strike manifested her anger physically through the evening air. "My love, please take it easy," Jenny said hardly above a whisper, turning to me and causing me concern. Concerned, Anna's eyes pleaded with mine; she seemed to search for tranquility amid a brewing storm."Adrian said to me, 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace'." Adrian, in his authoritative yet soothing voice, said, "Adrian said to me with a much softer voice: 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace.'"Not to say another word, Adrian walked toward the gate, determined and purposeful in his steps. Closely followed by me, heart banging loud in my ears, like the drums in a primitive ritual. Grace was truly filled with rage, and tension. My own simmering emotions almost boiled to the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.And again the sound of her beating grew louder; it insisted, a
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