LOGINMimosas clinked against glass cups while soft jazz floated through the crowded brunch restaurant, blending with the noise of conversations and cutlery scraping against ceramic plates.Anne sat between Jasmine and Yvette, her untouched fork resting against the edge of her plate while her attention drifted toward the large windows overlooking the street outside.Again… That feeling, it had followed her since yesterday, like invisible eyes lingering one second too long, like someone standing just behind her shoulder only to disappear each time she turned around.Yvette snapped her fingers once across Anne’s face. “Earth to you, Anne! What the fuck?”Anne blinked and looked back at the table.Kelsey was already staring at her over the rim of her mimosa glass, red wavy hair spilling around her shoulders dramatically.“You’ve been zoning out every five business minutes,” Kelsey observed.Anne inhaled softly and reached for her drink. “I think I’m becoming paranoid.”“That sounds wrong,” Jas
Cassius had started recognizing the rhythm of Annelise’ days.Morning classes, afternoon shifts at the gallery, evening walks with friends or late study sessions at cafés she clearly preferred because they were quieter than the others around campus.He knew enough now to avoid crossing paths with her accidentally, which was ironic considering he crossed an ocean specifically because of her.That afternoon, after confirming through observation that Anne was attending lectures, Cassius drove toward the gallery again.The weather carried a soft warmth today, sunlight washing over the city with a golden laziness that reminded him painfully of Paris evenings with her.He parked across the street and adjusted the sleeves of his black shirt before stepping out.The bell above the door chimed the moment he entered the gallery.Teri looked up from behind the desk and immediately brightened in recognition. “Welcome back, sir.”Cassius gave a polite nod. “I hope the fundraising event preparation
Cassius had rented an Airbnb barely fifteen minutes away from Annelise’ school.The place was modern, quiet and annoyingly bright, with cream colored walls and large windows overlooking a busy San Francisco street. It did not feel like home. Nowhere had felt like home since Anne left Paris.For the past three days, he had done nothing but observe her world carefully. He knew what time she left for school, what route she preferred when walking back to the hostel, the café she occasionally stopped at with her friends, the grocery store Jasmine dragged her to almost every evening.He knew Derek McCarthy’s car now, knew Orson’s too. That knowledge alone tested his self restraint more times than he cared to admit.Cassius sat inside a café directly opposite the art gallery Anne worked at, a black coffee untouched before him. He wore all black, from the fitted shirt beneath his coat to the face cap shadowing his features.Not exactly a disguise, but just enough change to avoid unnecessary a
The turbulence barely registered in Cassius’ mind, eight hours in the air and not once had sleep touched his eyes. The cabin lights had dimmed hours ago, most passengers buried under blankets or leaning against windows with open mouths and tired faces, but Cassius remained seated upright, one hand resting against the armrest, his gaze fixed on nothing.San Francisco…The city had become a constant in his thoughts these past months. Every report, every photograph, every update from the man he stationed there.Annelise at the library, Annelise leaving work, Annelise laughing with her friends, Annelise at a pool party, Annelise entering a lacrosse player’s car.That last one had almost made him lose his mind.Cassius shut his eyes briefly and inhaled through his nose. He had tried. God, he had tried to give her space.He went back to Ravenwood. Oversaw the vineyard. Handled pack affairs. Sat through endless reports from Jin Bunko about shipments, land disputes, finances and patrol rotati
The airport buzzed with the restless energy of people eager to either leave or arrive somewhere better.Announcements echoed through the terminals while luggage wheels scraped endlessly across polished floors, a child cried somewhere nearby, coffee machines hissed behind crowded counters, and tired travelers occupied nearly every chair around the waiting area.Anne sat between Jasmine and Yvette staring absently at the runway through the large glass windows.The wedding weekend already felt strangely distant despite ending barely hours ago.Kelsey dropped heavily into the chair opposite Anne with snacks balanced in both hands.“I still don’t understand why Derek vanished like a ghost,” she complained while passing chips toward Jasmine. “He didn’t even wait for us.”Yvette looked up from her phone. “Did something happen?”Anne’s fingers tightened briefly around her boarding pass before relaxing again.She shrugged once. “Maybe he just wanted to leave early.”Kelsey frowned. “That doesn
“Do you, Alexander Hayes, take Beau Beauchamp to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, honor her, remain beside her in joy and hardship, for as long as you both shall live?”The makeshift priest looked overly proud of himself for someone who had apparently gotten ordained online three days ago.Alex grinned shamelessly beneath the soft lighting of the resort hall. “Absolutely.”Laughter spread warmly across the audience.The wedding hall looked almost dreamlike beneath the chandeliers and ivory drapery hanging from the ceiling beams. White roses and candles lined the aisle while sunlight filtered through the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the resort gardens.Beau stood at the altar looking like something painted by an artist obsessed with romance.Her gown wrapped around her body elegantly before falling into layers of soft fabric behind her, tiny crystals sewn into the dress catching light each time she moved. Her makeup was soft, emotions already visible in her glossy eye
ANNELISE POVA soft gasp escaped my lips as his hard shaft penetrated through my slit, stretching my cunt hole as a spark of pain filled my body.I bit my lips with my eyes tightly shut as I tried suppressing my tears.Slowly his thrust went from painful to p
ANNELISE POV“I want an apology.” I requested bluntly and pulled his hand from my waist as I moved away and turned to face him.His brows were raised in surprise, in his usual words ‘you’re getting too comfortable, Sweetness’ I’m
ANNELISE POVIn less than an hour, Mrs Léa arrived, her arms laden with a cascade of ivory garment bags that looked too elegant for something as ordinary as swimwear.my patience was already wearing thin, but I didn’t want to start an argument with Cass
ANNELISE POVIt’s been two weeks since our arrival in Paris, two weeks of what seemed like a honeymoon, two weeks of spending more time with Cassius. Some days we wouldn’t step outside at all, but binge watch reality tv shows all day, some days he takes me on a tour to the







