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Erin pumped her butt against Orion's shaft. From the wall, they moved to the bed. His hands tightly held her bosom to dominate her inner womb fully. Orion growled as he moved his hips upward and faster. "Ah!" Erin's euphoric moans resonated, harmonizing with the intoxicating sensations that enveloped her. The relentless waves of pleasure surged, leaving her breathless as his cock delicately caressed the warmth nestled between her thighs. They said they shouldn't be heard in the villa, but that would be impossible in the midst of the quiet night. The air bore witness to her unrestrained pleasure, punctuated by a symphony of ecstatic screams and moans that defied containment. In surrendering to the allure of the moment, Erin abandoned her sanity, igniting dormant emotions that flickered to life in the throes of this delicious indulgence. "God!" Erin closed her eyes, grappling with the challenge of terminating the seemingly infinite ecstasy. In response, Orion clenched her lip
Erin maintained a façade of indifference towards Orion, pretending that his presence held no significance for her. However, the act proved to be more challenging than she had anticipated. She blamed herself for allowing herself to forget one night, succumbing to the allure of the moment. Oliver guided them through extensive hectares of the resort, offering explanations. Erin remained uncertain about whether Orion was deliberately avoiding her. Still, she found a measure of gratitude in that he had chosen to keep his distance, at least for the time being. To divert her thoughts, Erin immersed herself in her laptop, trying to escape the complexities involving Orion momentarily. One afternoon, in the lounge area of the resort, she was engrossed in her work. At the same time, Lacey played contentedly on the carpeted floor. However, that day, she felt unwell; a sore throat and dizziness plagued her. Despite her discomfort, Erin diligently communicated details about Le Grand's new con
[The Wedding…] Tears welled up in Erin's eyes as she approached Zach, who stood patiently in the middle of the aisle. The ache in her chest was overwhelming after bidding farewell to the man who had caused her pain yet whom she loved deeply. She embraced her friend, seeking solace at that moment. It might have seemed like Erin was shedding tears of joy to onlookers. Little did they know the weight of her decision—she had turned her back on Orion to embrace Zach's dream of marrying him. As the ceremony began, Erin couldn't shake the feeling of Orion's lingering presence, his gaze silently witnessing her union with another man. "Orion has left..." Zach whispered after a few minutes. Erin clenched her stomach, desperately suppressing the urge to vomit. Despite her efforts, she hurried to the nearest trash bin and emptied the contents of her stomach. The small group of guests looked on in surprise, and Zach, concerned, offered his support by rubbing her back. "Please bring us a
The door's sudden knocks disrupted the exchange between Orion and Erin. "That must be the food," Erin exclaimed, her heart still racing. 'Oh no, what should I say to his question?' "Thank you!" Orion's voice echoed from the doorway. As the man reappeared, he wheeled in a cart laden with food. Orion lifted the soup and approached Erin, who remained seated on the bed. He scooped some food onto a spoon and extended it toward her. "I can manage," Erin protested, her cheeks flushing. "No, I insist. I promised to court you," Orion replied firmly. "But I'm not disabled. I just have the flu, O." "Don't be stubborn." Erin considered another angle. "I'm not ready to be courted by you. You're going to marry another woman, and I don't want to be your side chick." She seized the spoon, giving him a defiant look. Orion sighed. "I'll sort things out with Tanya." Erin stopped listening to him because understanding what he was saying had become challenging. Returning to the man's life didn't
Erin fell silent, her mind reeling from Lily's accusations. They exchanged glances, each processing the weight of the moment before Erin finally found her voice. "Did you investigate me?" Erin's voice trembled, filled with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. "Then I'm right about it. Lacey really is Orion's daughter. I didn't investigate you or your daughter." Lily paused, came with a grimace, and then added, "I merely conducted a cursory check at their school. My office handles the interior design of Lacey's nursery school. During a recent visit, I happened to chat with Teacher Catherine." "I casually inquired about upcoming birthdays among the children as I planned to give birthday gifts to Novella's friends. She retrieved the records, and that's where I discovered Lacey's birthday. Honestly, I wasn't certain until I spoke with you. I must confess, I inadvertently put you on the spot about it," Lily explained. Erin was incredulous that Lily cornered her like this. The truth
Erin is determined to identify her opponent, who accuses her of stealing the concept for her new product release. The Makeup Blend's CEO, Anna Lerman. She urgently needs to confront Anna and understand why she was targeted for plagiarism. Erin's stay in the city is limited, driven by her longing to return home and embrace her daughter, Lacey, as soon as possible. The separation weighs heavily on her heart, as she's unaccustomed to being apart from her daughter for extended periods. Anna's sister-in-law's birthday will be held at a hotel in Berlin. The allure of this event is too potent for her to ignore, presenting a strategic opportunity she simply cannot let pass. "Anna will definitely be in attendance," Byron remarked as they sat in a cozy corner of the coffee shop. "And I'm also sure we'll see the person who betrayed Raw Beauty," Erin replied. As Erin ponders the motives behind the theft of Raw Beauty's concept, she contemplates various scenarios, including the possibility th
For the first time, Erin felt an unfamiliar wave of nerves despite knowing she hadn't committed any wrongdoing. You know that feeling when summoned to the principal's office, yet you're innocent? Gathering her courage, Erin addressed Orion, "What brings you here?" "I was invited. You should be the one I'm asking what you're doing here and why you're with James O'Sullivan," he countered, his tone laced with an interrogator's precision as though she were under suspicion. "He invited me to this event." "And why is that?" Erin was annoyed by Orion's consecutive questions. Did she need to explain why she was with the Irish mob? Why was she here at the party? And wasn't it just two days ago that his marriage to another woman was made public? "I don't need to give a reason to a business partner, Mr. Arvesso," she brushed past him after glaring at him. "Did you have a romantic involvement with James?" she heard him press. "Is Lacey his daughter?" Erin stood stunned, her thou
"You're here, Mr. Arvesso," James remarked to Orion. "Right on time. I just finished my conversation with Ms. Erin. Until next time, miss!" With that, he exited the room. Orion's expression darkened as he watched James leave. An underlying tension in the air, a silent animosity that simmered beneath the surface. He didn't bother acknowledging the man; something about James irked him to the point of wanting to punch the Irishman. But he and Erin understood the risks, especially with James' guards present. Erin remained stunned even after James had departed the clinic. It was as if she had been caught red-handed by her husband in a compromising situation with another man, judging by Orion's hostile gaze directed at her. After a moment to collect herself, Erin rubbed her temples wearily. She owed no explanations. "When did you become James' kept woman?" Orion's tone was sharp, accusatory. "Orion, I don't have time for this, nor do I need to explain myself. We don't have a relationsh