LOGINI froze instantly. He noticed?! “Hey… hey… baby,” Leo murmured softly. “What’s wrong?” “I—I’m fine…” I whispered, but my voice immediately broke into a low cry. Leo’s heart must have skipped because he sat up immediately. “You were crying?” he asked, his voice quieter this time. “Talk to me… what’s wrong?” I stayed silent. Leo didn’t hesitate. He quietly got down from the bed and walked over to my side. He knelt beside me. “Charlotte…” he whispered. My lips trembled. I glanced at the kids to make sure they were still asleep. “Charlotte… my love… please… talk to me. Are you in pain?” he whispered again. I turned to face him. “It’s just… a dream,” I said, my voice shaking. “About my past. It felt so real… and the pain was so real. I’m glad… I’m glad I woke up.” Leo’s expression cracked with pain. He glanced at the kids, then sighed and stood up. “Come, my love…” He pulled me gently to my feet, and I followed him. We walked quietly out of the room and into
AUTHOR'S POV Eleven-years-old Charlotte carried a tray of steaming Chinese noodles towards the living room area. “Charlotte! Charlotte!” Chloe and Zoey won't stop chatting her name. “I’m coming, stop shouting will you?” She replied as she walked into the room and set the bowl down on the low table between them. Zoey didn’t even glance at it. With a wicked little grin, the five-year-old reached out and tipped the entire bowl sideways. The noddle spilled across the table and onto the carpet in a messy splash. "Go make another one for me.." Zoey sobbed. “Yeah, make another one! You’re supposed to be our maid anyway.” Chloe replied. "I am not your maid. I am your big sister...if you keep saying that I will tell Mommy". "Mommy said you are our maid". Zoey replied. "You mean your Mommy not our Mommy, your Mommy and Daddy is in Africa...do you want to go to Africa". Charlotte’s stomach twisted. A hot flash of anger surged through her, her fists clench
LEO’S POV I stood there watching Charlotte and the kids quietly. "I like Matilda." Angel replied. "But..." "But?" Charlotte asked with a brow arched. “Matilda's pancakes are not as sweet as Mommy's and they are dry,” she said seriously. I pressed my lips together, holding back a smile. Kids can be very blunt. Charlotte gasped softly. “Not as good as mine? That’s a big accusation.” "It's the truth. Even Jayjay didn't eat it, but I tried my best to finish mine because Matilda worked hard for us to eat." Charlotte smiled at her. “That’s very sweet of you, honey. I am so proud you acknowledged that.” “And then,” Angel continued, shifting excitedly, “we played a game! I was the science teacher while Jayjay and baby Alicia were the students… worst class ever. Jayden wasn't even listening and Alicia cried all through the class.” "Oh dear." Charlotte laughed. Jayden had already fallen asleep curled into Charlotte like a little koala, his small fingers fisting her top while r
CHARLOTTE'S POV I was still lying on the bed, boneless, legs spread apart, exhausted, when I heard Leo’s footsteps coming back down the hallway. I immediately sat up slowly, ignoring the pleasant ache between my thighs, knowing the kids were coming with him. I couldn't let them see me in such a position. The bedroom door opened. Angel was the first. "Mommy!" Angel shouted and ran towards me in delight. "Oh my baby." I hugged her tightly and kissed her. Leo stepped inside with Alicia resting on his chest, her tiny head tucked under his chin, one little fist clutching his shirt. He had one hand over the back of her head and the other on her lower back. Behind him, Jayjay toddled sleepily, rubbing his eyes with chubby fists, his dinosaur pajamas twisted at the waist. He held onto Leo's trouser as though he would get lost if he didn't. I smiled at him. Poor Jayden, he is a very deep sleeper. When his eyes met mine, he sobbed, then cried loudly. "Oh my baby… come here, swee
LEO'S POVIt was well past the kids’ usual bedtime when we got back to the house.Charlotte lay half-limp in my arms as I carried her through the front door, her head resting against my shoulder.Matilda was waiting in the foyer, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked surprised to see me carrying Charlotte like that.“Welcome back, sir. The kids have been in their bedrooms for a while now,” she said softly. “They had dinner, I read Angel a short story, and Alicia is already asleep in her crib.”“Good job.”I muttered as I walked past her.“Is Mrs. Charlotte okay? She looks—”I cut her off.“She’s not your concern, Matilda. The children are. Your job is to look after the children. My wife is mine to worry about.”Matilda’s cheeks flushed pink.She took a small step back, lowering her gaze. “I… I was only worried, sir. I’m sorry.”Charlotte stirred weakly in my arms and lifted her head. “Honey… take it easy on her,” she murmured, then turned her head toward Matilda and
The moment those words left his lips, his hips snapped forward with ferocious intensity. He drove into Charlotte’s soaked, fluttering pussy with deep, punishing strokes, each one harder and faster than the last.His thick cock battered her cervix relentlessly, stretching her tight walls around his girth as her inner muscles clenched and spasmed wildly around him.Charlotte’s entire body began to tremble violently. Her bound arms pulled hard against the restraints and her fingers curled into fists as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed through her. Meanwhile, Leo’s breathing grew ragged and animalistic. Sweat poured down his chest and back, dripping onto her skin where their bodies slapped together. His grip on her hips tightened bruisingly, fingers digging into her soft, chubby flesh as he pounded into her without mercy. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her swollen clit with every deep thrust, the wet plap-plap-plap sounds turning into a frantic, filthy rhythm.Charlotte'
"I’m done being chosen out of pity, or for reasons that aren’t real. I’m used to not being chosen so I don't feel bad if he was to say. I am not attarctive to him.. I’m not that desperate for a romantic relationship. This friendship is enough. It’s been a life-changing experience—that’s what kept me
LEO’S POVShe said that with a seriousness I admired. It was new, but exciting in a way.My eyes were focused on her and suddenly my head was full of ideas.Silly ideas.Letting her take the lead in another way.She dropped the plastic bag with a soft thud, and my lips curved into a small smile whe
What the hell is he doing here? Am I dreaming? I darted a glance at Olive and Emma, needing confirmation that I wasn’t hallucinating. Emma was fanning herself so aggressively I thought she might pass out, and Olive—dear lord—Olive’s jaw was hanging open so wide she looked ready to drool,I fear a
"Well, I think you have a point," I said sadly. “No, she doesn’t,” Olive cut in firmly, glaring at Emma. Emma smirked, unbothered. “Well, whoever it is clearly has money. I’ll just sign up for the next batch of that show—maybe I can get fans too.” Olive leaned toward me, lowering her voice t







