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Before I could fully process it, Tarzan’s voice came from behind me.“There’s nothing to apologize for here. Leave. We have somewhere Important to go.”“Please, Lena,” Valeria pleaded quietly.I looked between them. Something about the situation made me uncomfortable. I didn’t know whether I wanted to slam the door or hear what she had come to say.I turned to Tarzan and whispered.“Bab, llet’s hear what she has to say."He whispered pressing the bridge of his nose."Fine..".I turned back to Valeria."Speak. I’m listening, Valeria.”I instructed with my arms, folded.She swallowed and began.“I know you probably don’t want to see me.”“You are right but keep going.”I replied flatly.She took a deep breath and continued.“I behaved badly last night. I said things I shouldn’t have said. I interfered where I had no right to interfere, and I hurt you both calling your relationship fake and an experiment,that's not right. I have no right to put a label on your feelings.”I remained silen
Just when I made up my mind to go check on him, I heard footsteps. That was a relief. Tarzan finally appeared, and his face looked pale as if someone had drained the color right out of him.I immediately stopped what I was doing and stood up, my heart rate spiking. "What happened?" I asked, reaching for him.He forced a smile. It didn't reach his eyes. "Nothing."I stared at him, unconvinced. "That was definitely not a 'nothing' face.""It's no one important.""No one important?" I repeated, my brow furrowing.He nodded, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. He kept glancing toward the door, then back at me, like he was trying to figure out how to navigate around a landmine.I studied him suspiciously. "Who was at the door?""Nobody."I blinked. "Babe, I heard the doorbell.""And I opened it. Trust me, it's nothing. So just continue with your makeup."His tone was too casual.Before I could ask another question, the doorbell rang again. This time, there was a knock immediately afterwar
LENA'S POVTarzan stood behind me, carefully pulling the zipper of my dress upward. His fingers moved slowly and intimately as if he had all the time in the world."Hold still," he murmured warmly against my bare shoulder."I am holding still," I replied, watching him through the vanity mirror."You're moving.""I'm moving because you're taking forever."A small laugh escaped him. "Patience, babe."I caught his eyes through the mirror and immediately narrowed mine."We're going to be late.""You've said that five times."He reminded me."Yeah, because we are going to be late."He finally got the zipper all the way up, then rested his hands lightly at my waist. Before going down to spank my ass."There," he said softly. "Perfect."I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing my dress over my curves. His eyes met mine through the mirror, and the look on his face made warmth creep into my cheeks."What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious."Nothing.""You're staring.""Am I not allowed to
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stomach, right above her navel. "I didn't say yes." Lena breathed hotly. "Relax, I am just going to clean you up, that's all." Lena whispered. Lena did not trust him at all when it came to this, so there's nothing to relax about. The moment his fingers slid between her thighs, Lena's resolve shattered. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, Tarzan looked up at her with a satisfied smirk. "There it is, so easy to find," he murmured. "Shut up," she breathed, but her hand found his shoulder, fingers digging in as he pressed his mouth to her inner thigh. "That's not cleaning, you are using your tongue....." Her words broke as her hips started jerking forward in response to him.. "Tarzan—" She moaned as her head fell back against the wall with a moan she couldn't swallow. Tarzan went on and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider, and burying his face between her thighs like a starved man. Lena's fingers tangled in his
He kissed her again, his tongue stroking against hers in a rhythm that made her knees weak. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head exactly where he wanted it, and he swallowed every little sound she made. When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against hers, and his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "Now we bathe," he said, voice rough. Lena blinked. "We are bathing together?" "You don't want it?" Lena's face flushed pink. "I didn't say I don't want it... but behave." Tarzan smirked. "Yes ma'am." That look on his face tells her he is absolutely not going to behave. He turned the water on, waiting for the steam to begin to fill the room. He then turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly, he reached for the thin straps of her nightgown, sliding them down her shoulders. The silk pooled at her feet, leaving her naked before him. Lena wrapped her hands around her body innocently. "My God, you're beautiful," he whisper
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
Suddenly, we heard the front door slam.Jake's head snapped up."Jake?!"Jake's wife, Sarah, called out as she stormed down the stairs like a hurricane in yoga pants and a messy bun. Her face was twisted with pure rage, eyes already red and glassy."You cheating piece of shit!" she screamed, pointi
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I







