So my new story is out. Luckily I had already written several chapters, so it didn't take much of my time to update that story. (It's called Hunting for our mate.) But as usual life got in the way of writing daily. Today is Milano, my bf's birthday He's turning 39. Old guy, lol. Almost forty. Anyway, I'm going to wrap some gifts now and I've bought cake and his favorite meal. I can't make it myself, so I ordered it lol. Surinamese food is hard to cook and I am a lazy cook. No more than 30 minutes do i want to spend on making any food. hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
Ripley’s povIt felt strange not having Cas home. It felt even stranger knowing that soon he’d finally be free of his job and his family.One thing that didn’t feel strange but actually felt deliciously familiar was the number of times Cas had proven to me that he was back to his old self.While I doubted he was all the way back to his old self, if the doctor gave him permission to work and train, he could also have sex with me.Cas had planned a whole weekend with me, hiring Leticia to stay with the girls during the day and night. But that didn’t mean he had the patience to wait until then.As soon as the doctor’s visit was over, Cas’ hands were all over me. If I had not stopped him, he would have had sex with me in the hospital toilet.While I like the idea of having sex in strange places, a public toilet wasn’t one of them.Thankfully, the girls were tired and slept early, because as soon as I came out of their room, Cas had been standing there, butt naked, sporting a very hard Cas
Cas’ povI could tell you about the boring meetings I’ve had to attend. Boring doesn’t even cut it; it's soul-crushing, frustrating, and fucking irritating to meet with people I don’t like. Not like is another understatement. I fucking loathe most of them.Arrogant bastards that are against any kind of change.And my dad is the worst one.I could tell you about how, when Kennedy arrived, she charmed everyone’s socks off. Not that it made one bit of difference, they all still thought she’d be crap as CEO.Thankfully, me and the other smartest people in the company came up with a plan. I had asked Kennedy if she just wanted to be the face of the company or if she actually wanted to contribute and do the whole nine-to-five thing. And she chose the second option, to my surprise.I could tell you how we decide together which courses at business schools he should attend. Which workshops and which training on the job were necessary for her to be successful at my job.I could even tell you how
Ripley’s povCas tied the blindfold around my head and made sure I couldn’t see anything.“But since I’m blind, how will I know what to do?” I teased. Or maybe I was a bit nervous.“You’re so good at following orders, Ley. You’ll manage just fine.” Cas replied.He began kissing me, exploring my mouth, before traveling to my neck and chest. First he sucked and licked at my breasts through the lace layer, but then he removed my boob from the lace bodice, making me moan loudly.He bit softly into my nipple before sucking hard.This was the second time Cas had blindfolded me, but this time I felt even more nervous than the last. Maybe it was because of the whole “sex fest,” as Cas had dubbed it. Or maybe because some of the toys he had bought were lying near the bed and I recognized some of them.“I want to play with you, Ley.” Cas grunted before moving away.There were a lot of sounds, mostly ripping and opening packages. A wet sound, like ketchup squirting against something, which last t
Ripley’s pov “You can either tell me why you’re in such a shit mood or get out of my house and go for a walk, because I’m not doing this.” I told Cas. How did we get here? Yesterday was perfect. I had woken up to Cas’ playing with my nipples, spooning me while his erection was poking in my back. My core was sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted Cas as badly as he wanted me, and sex fest wasn’t over yet. We spent yesterday in our room, ordering room service, and walking around mostly naked. We had sex in every room, in every position, until it was time to go home and get back to reality. Even this morning, things were fine. I once again woke up with Cas’ erection against my back, but this time two little girls were jumping up and down next to our bed, so Cas Junior had to wait a bit longer. We had eaten breakfast together; I had made Cas some coffee to go, and he gave me a kiss when he left. I knew he was busy, but I still sent him some texts and pictures to keep him up to date. Als
Kennedy’s povI stared at the asshole in front of me. Why, in God’s name, did I ever accept my father's deal? I knew it was too good to be real.Cassius was like me in many ways. We both fucked whoever we wanted to fuck; we both screwed over the people we wanted to screw over, and we didn’t give a fuck about other people’s feelings while doing so.Shit. Now I’m talking like him.No, I am better than that. Better than him.Cassius is weak. How does one change that much overnight? Which one is the act? The arrogant, uncaring asshole that sat in front of me yesterday, or the sweet, loving father and husband he is now with that maid and her girls.It’s disgusting; that’s what it is.I should hate him for what he did to me and for what he made me do. Cassius acts like he’s such a good person, yet he asked me to betray my dad.Daddy has always had a soft spot for me. Always giving me everything I wanted. I only had to bat my eyelashes or pout, and he would drop whatever he was doing to make
Malachi’s pov Exactly what I expected. A princess, a brat. Beautiful, but deadly, just like her father. I don’t know if anyone bought those crocodile tears she spilled on TV, but I sure didn’t. There’s no way it took her almost thirty years to figure out her “daddy” isn’t a good man. Look, I’m a teacher; doing research kind of comes with the job. So, of course, I did my research on Kennedy Bamford before taking this job. Officially, I’m an instructor, or assistant professor if you want to be fancy. I still need to get my postdoctoral degree before becoming an official professor and making the big bucks. So I do need the money… I mean, working as a postdoc doesn’t pay as much, especially when you’re the youngest one there. It takes time and experience to build a resume that’s worthy of a thick paycheck. But I don’t mind; I’m used to not having much, and I make it work. Telling me I look like a Starbucks barrista? What the hell, man? I look dope. I’m like one of the coolest teacher
Kennedy’s povGod, this is boring. I thought those board meetings were tedious, but business class is even worse.My PR team told me to make some videos for my social media page as part of the rebranding, so instead of paying attention, I did what I do best. Make selfies.Malachi, or Mr. Ford, as he said I should call him, was the teacher’s assistant or something? I have no clue what his job is, other than to stand in the corner near the teacher and hand him stuff.Every once in a while, he would glare up at me.I had chosen the seat in the back, not to draw attention to myself. Which didn’t really work, since I am kind of famous. Or, like, really famous.With quick steps, I saw Mr. Ford walking up the stairs towards me.“Can I help you?” He asked in a low voice not to disturb the class.I nodded, “sure, the light here is horrible; maybe a selfie isn’t the way to go.”Mr. Ford extended his hand, and I handed him my phone. But instead of taking a picture of me, he put it in the back poc
Malachi’s pov“I’m done.” Aniyah said, placing her napkin over her plate.“You didn’t even eat half,” I replied, feeling confused.“No, I mean, I’m done with this,” she said, moving her finger between us. “You and me. I know it’s only been a few days, but what happened to the laid back guy I met a few weeks ago? Was that an act?”“No, it’s not an act. What are you talking about?” It’s not like I was invested in this relationship, but I thought we had a good thing going.She shook her head, rolling her eyes at me, before speaking. “Remember last time when I vented to you about my colleague? Remember what you said? Hating someone gives them power. I thought it was so wise. And now.. Here you go, talking about some girl for our entire date. Someone you clearly hate yet can’t seem to leave out of your mouth long enough to actually eat.”“I didn’t talk about her that much.” Did I? I mean, Kennedy was really annoying today, so of course I needed to vent a bit. Who wouldn’t?Aniyah laughed dr