LOGINJUNE; The moment I stepped into Mary's room, I noticed it. I mean, it was quite unmistakable! The new fittings, the new vanity set, even her closet had a new look. “Someone has been spending quite some amount…” I joked while I walked around. She giggled, walked up to me like she was trying to stop me from moving any further. Her hands clasped onto my shoulders. “You just got in, Juney… Relax and stop pacing! I'm going to get us coffee.” A wry smile played on her lips. I nodded and moved back to the bed. Even the white sheets were definitely new, shining and sparkling under the warm light. I relaxed into it, tearing off the crossbody bag. Then I twitched on my phone, finally reading Ronan’s message. “June, please let me explain… Where are you? Just say it, and I will get you please. Have you heard? Our parents are returning tomorrow.” I gave a long sigh, tossing the phone aside. My heart resumed thumping in that raggedy manner. My cheeks flushed red. Then I thought about it
JUNE; With Romy still at the school's three-day trip, I had no other option but to board a cab to Mary's. Just to be anywhere, but this fucking mansion. If anyone had told me Ronan would be this person, I would have probably gone to war with that person. What more irresponsible thing should I expect of him before finally realising he wasn't meant for me? And neither was the mansion too! It had come at the expense of my mom's dignity. She had accepted to live on edge as long as the marriage would last, all for what? Just so she could afford the latest bags, luxury dresses, and maybe have the Graysons’ last name attached to hers? I wish she were a child so I could spank her ass real hard. How dare she put me through this? My stepfather's face flashed back, when he leaned against that desk and said all that stuff to me, dishing out the contract like it was the most natural thing to do, like making rules for your new wife was such a Sunday behaviour. “Oh, I could grab his throa
RONAN; I sat back on my bed, everything unfolding before my eyes, I felt like a villain. I watched June storm out of my bedroom and I couldn't hold her back. I couldn't do anything to stop her. I was guilty! And it was eating me up. All I ever did with the woman I wanted was hurt her. First, it was Natalie, my past, my mistake, showing up and mocking her. And now, she had just realised I not only knew about her even on the very first day at school, I had been the one trolling her on her social media page. Pathetic! I clasped a hand over my forehead. I sat there, asking and pleading that she let me explain, like I had a reasonable explanation to give. I had none. I had gone extreme with the trolls I dished out to her. Now I know my actions were childish, mean, and everything bad. I watched her leave, jamming the door behind her. And I heard it from her bedroom, her voice screaming she hated me. I didn't know which hurt more; storming out of my bedroom in that manner, lookin
JUNE; You know what's cozy? Eating the grilled steak in white pepper sauce and mashed potatoes made by his royal majesty… Ronan. What's even cozier? Sitting on his bed, legs curled, tray sitting perfectly, while I savored the meal he made for me, while his favorite movie played on his laptop before me. How did we get here? Weeks ago, he was the annoying, dickhead boy from school who made stepping onto that premise a living hell for me, and here I was on his bed, enjoying the dish he made, my cunt sore from his bangs. The sound of rushing water from the bathroom pulled my mind, my finger moved, pausing the movie for a second. If I hadn't walked in on him making this meal, I would definitely think he got takeout and was hitting it all up. I hated to admit it, but I can't cook this good. And that made me call him out. It's weird, isn't it? For someone who grew up in riches, surrounded by nannies and maids, how did he do that? “You attended some catering school?” I called out,
JUNE;“Ouch,” I gasped, pulling up slowly from the bed. The sound had left my throat, not from intense pain, but from the way my sore pussy was still clenching. My pussy walls quivered from how hard it was shattered.I had fallen asleep afterwards… The satisfied kinda sleep. My head banged less from the alcohol too. My bare skin brushed against the thin mattress.I yanked the duvet up, and realised I was still naked. The stained mattress had been removed too, only the tiny foam cover and the duvet covering my body. I pulled off, walked to the bathroom, letting warm water run over my body.As I grabbed a silky robe, it wasn't nightfall yet, but my pretty body needed some space, nothing too tight, especially after getting my coochie pounded, like it was her first and her last.I threw the robe over my shoulders, girding the belt tightly around me, a small smile crept onto my lips, my hand paused midway. I had just been deflowered. Do people actually celebrate that? Because somehow, I fe
JUNE;I parted my legs like an obedient girl, back on the bed, head buried against the pillow. Ronan stood before me, his eyes dark, chest rising and falling fast.“Damn, June,” he groaned. “You’re soaked already,” he pulled off his white polo at once, flung it aside. Exposing his fully carved chest and abs. Hard nipples stood in that way, like they were pointing straight at me.Cool breeze brushed the insides of my thighs, making my clit throb even harder. I should be ashamed right? But I wasn’t, the alcohol had stripped every ounce of shame off me. I parted my legs wider, beckoning him, even though I had no idea what this first time would be like.Ronan’s body hovered over mine, as his lips found mine again, his hand trailed under my shirt, rubbing my warm skin till it stopped just a little above my hips, he rubbed that spot softly, then moved his hand further down, grabbing my butt cheek and gave it a generous squeeze. Our lips smacked, loud enough in the room, my heart was racing







