The thought of sleeping on the same bed with Zion has been hunting Amy since she finished packing her things in his room. Amy looks at the clock in wonder; “ has the clock sped up? Why is it determined to give her a heart attack? She looked outside and it was getting dark. In an attempt to distract herself, Amy joined the chef in the kitchen to make dinner. After dinner Amy stayed back with her mum to watch a TV program though she wasn’t interested in the show, She was buying herself some time. “ I feel so sleepy and tired, I think I’ll retire to bed now,” Amy's mum told her as she left for her room. The clock on the mantelpiece ticked away the hours, its rhythmic sound echoing through the dimly lit living room. Amy sat huddled on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. She glanced at the clock; it was nearing midnight. The events of the day had left her feeling unsettled, and the prospect of spending another night in the same room as Zion fil
This Morning was a very awkward for Amy, she didn’t know how to start her day since she’d be sharing almost everything with Zion from the bathroom to the closet and they just slept on the same bed. Amy stood at the center of the room shifting her weight from one foot to the other while thinking of what next to do. Zion on the other hand was already using the bathroom and he was taking too much time. After spending almost an hour pondering on what to do, Amy decided to go pick an outfit from the closet, as she stepped out to place them on the bed like she always did as part of her morning routine. Suddenly, the click of the bathroom door broke through the stillness, and Amy's heart skipped a beat as she realized Zion was emerging. She turned her head just in time to catch sight of him stepping into the room, his damp hair tousled and tousled, droplets of water glistening like diamonds in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Her breath caught in her throat as
It was another lazy Saturday morning, the sunlight streaming in through the windows casting a warm glow over the familiar surroundings of Amy's home. Yet, despite the routine of it all, a restlessness stirred within her, a desire to break free from the confines of the mundane and explore the place she called her own home. Amy set out to do just that. She had been living in this house for months now, sharing it with a man she knew close to nothing about. Sure, they had exchanged pleasantries and engaged in polite conversation, but beyond the surface-level interactions, there was an ocean of mystery separating them. As she moved from room to room, Amy's curiosity was piqued with each new discovery. She ran her fingers along the smooth surface of the kitchen countertops, tracing the lines and contours as if trying to decipher some hidden message. She opened cabinets and drawers, revealing an assortment of utensils and gadgets, each one a piece of the puzzle that made up their shared lif
Zion’s proximity was doing a lot of things to Amy. Amy could not put her thoughts together to give an answer to the question he just asked. Zion at this point was attacking her neck with soft kisses, attending to each spot with care as if he was trying to paint her skin with a new tattoo. Amy's legs couldn’t carry her anymore, she held on to Zion as her life depended on it. Zion moved his hand to the swell of her boobs. His hand could feel its soft round form from the wet light fabric, Amy sighed in response, she was going crazy. She needs to stop but she has already lost control of her body and this was a first for her. Zion roughly squeezed her boobs, he was about to lose his cool, this was supposed to be a tease but he just got caught up, he didn’t imagine her body could do this to him. “You better stop making that sound unless I’m gonna take you here and now,” Zion said in a hoarse voice Amy quickly opened her eyes to find Zion wearing his usual wicked smirk. She quickly mo
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as Amy's mother bustled around the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. It was the last day of her weekend visit, and despite the early hour, there was a sense of bustling activity as she prepared to bid farewell to her daughter and son-in-law. Amy emerged from her bedroom, her eyes still heavy with sleep as she padded into the kitchen, the familiar scent of home enveloping her in a warm embrace. She smiled at the sight of her mother, a sense of bittersweet nostalgia tugging at her heartstrings as she realized their time together was drawing to a close. "Good morning, Mum," Amy said, her voice soft with emotion. "How did you sleep?" Her mother turned towards her with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners with affection. "Like a log, dear," she replied, gesturing towards the steaming pot of coffee on the counter. "Would you like a cup?" Amy nodded gratefully, reaching for a mug and pouring herself
Amy Armstrong stood at the entrance of the grand Diamond Towers, the crown jewel of her family's vast business empire. Tall and confident, she exuded an air of determination that belied her youth. At 21 years old, she was the heiress to the Diamond Groups, a responsibility that weighed heavily on her shoulders. Born into a life of privilege, Amy had always been aware of the immense legacy her father, CEO Zack Armstrong, had built. The Diamond Groups spanned industries and continents, their influence reaching far and wide. But as much as Amy admired her father's success, she yearned to prove herself capable of carrying the family name and ensuring the empire's continued prosperity. Entering the bustling lobby, Amy was greeted by the familiar faces of employees who had served her family for years. The warm smiles and respectful nods filled her with a sense of pride, but also a gnawing pressure to live up to the high expectations set by her father. She walked past the luxurious surrou
Amy sat in her lavish childhood bedroom, surrounded by the echoes of her parent's expectations. The tension in the air was palpable, a reflection of the strained relationship that had developed between her and her parents. The walls seemed to close in on her, suffocating her dreams and suffusing her with a sense of unease. She had always felt like an outsider within the walls of her family's opulent estate. Her parents, Zack and Victoria Armstrong were revered figures in the business world, their every move scrutinized and praised. Amy had grown up witnessing their triumphs and sacrifices, but she had also borne witness to their doubt and disappointment. As the only child and heir to the Diamond Groups, Amy's future had been intricately woven into the fabric of the family's business empire. But instead of embracing her as a partner, her parents had placed her under constant scrutiny, doubting her capabilities at every turn. It began during her teenage years when Amy expressed an in
Amy sat in her small apartment, her laptop open in front of her. The search for a job outside the confines of her family's influence had become her singular focus. She yearned for an opportunity to prove herself, to demonstrate her capabilities to the world, and, more importantly, to her skeptical parents.Days turned into weeks as Amy tirelessly scoured online job boards, networked with professionals, and polished her resume. She was determined to find a position that would allow her to showcase her skills and independence.Amy sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of resumes and job applications. Determination burned within her, fueled by a fierce desire to prove herself beyond the confines of her family's influence. She knew that if she wanted to truly demonstrate her capabilities, she needed to venture into uncharted territory.One evening, as she sifted through yet another batch of job postings, her eyes scanned the numerous listings, each promising an opportunity for growth and