Se connecterPedro HernandezMy entire body is on fire, wanting her as soon as possible, just as I know Adie wants me too. I leave light kisses on her neck, making sure I don't leave any marks. That's not what she wants. Her fingers find their way into the hair on the back of my neck and pull it vigorously. Her body is forcing closer contact with mine. I smile a little, seeing how desperate she is, just as I am.I undo my boxer briefs and slide myself back between her legs. They're open, giving me plenty of room to penetrate her. Her eyes stare at me with as much desire as I expected her to feel. I slide my hand down her body until I reach her intimate area and caress her, making sure she's lubricated enough not to hurt her.I'm going to fuck her. Gently.My fingers feel the liquid soaking her intimate area, and I return to caressing her clit with light movements. I don't insert a finger into her entrance. My cock will do it. And it's throbbing, wanting to be inside her as soon as possible. It's u
Adrielle HaleHis warm tongue runs along my collarbone, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. My entire body ignites for him, yearning for his touch even more. My fingers thread through his hair, and his strong arm wraps around my waist, forcing me to lie down on the soft sofa we're sitting on."We shouldn't do this here..." I whisper, my breathing as labored as my chest heaves. "We're going to get caught by Minnie.""It's our house, Adie. We can do whatever we want. They're being paid to do their thing, not to be so focused on us," he says, his mouth so close to my ear I can feel his lips moving.His hand touches my waist and shifts me on the sofa so he can fit between my legs. Pedro sucks on my earlobe while his left hand steadies his weight on me, and his right searches for an entrance to my blouse. Something he won't find, since I'm wearing a bodysuit. I can hear his dissatisfied grunt. I tug lightly on his hair as he trails kisses down my neck. His hand still tries to find a wa
Adrielle Hale"Will our house always be this quiet?" I ask, not because I'm bothered by the silence, but because I find it strange.That's not exactly how I've lived these past few years. But I like the comfortable silence we have here. It carries no lurking tension or fear, just a calm, peaceful silence."Well, it'll only be noisy if we have more children," he says, so distractedly that I dare say he doesn't even worry about it.I'm not thinking about more children right now. And I'm not sure that's what Pedro really wants. Things are a whirlwind of emotions right now. If we had a baby now, it would be a lot to handle. Even though my pregnancy was calm, I was alone and made everyone around me stop their lives to help me. My father—who still worked at the construction company at the time—always found time to help. He and Jackson spent a few nights assembling Abby's bedroom furniture because they wanted to do it themselves.Pedro is here now, but we're dealing with a lot. I'd love to s
Adrielle Hale Pedro and I sit on the living room balcony, but neither of us is quite sure how to begin this conversation. However, Pedro seems more relieved as he eats the chocolate-covered cookie he made himself. Minnie was right, the frosting is overdone. "You really overdid it with the frosting," I comment, looking at him. Pedro laughs lightly and wipes his hands as he eats the last of the cookie. "Minnie was right, then?" he asks, arching an eyebrow. His calm eyes study me while he maintains a small smile. I see the chocolate coating his lips, and he doesn't seem to realize it's dirty. I bring my thumb to his face to remove the chocolate stain from his lips. There, I see the cut and his expression of discomfort, and I grunt as I run my thumb over it. I wonder if he cleaned the wound; I don't know if Pedro understands that it could spread bacteria and make the wound even worse. "Did you clean the cut?" “Do you have any idea you could catch a bacteria? This wound could get wor
Adrielle HaleThe meeting ended at 11 a.m. I'm on my way home; there's not much to do at the hospital today. Each department has a doctor in charge, so I just need to make sure everything is in order. My phone rings, its sound invading the silence I've left in the car after turning off the radio. They're talking about us. I heard about Pedro's interview earlier, and I also watched some videos after the meeting. He seems uncomfortable with Lilian Wood's presence, and I don't blame him. With the emotions of the weekend, we're both on the verge of collapse; we just need to know who will do it first.I answer the call using the steering wheel controls. The name on the screen makes me anxious. I don't know what Sofia might want at this time of day, but I assume it's about her son or Abby."Sofia," I greet her softly."Adrielle. Sorry if I'm disturbing you." Her tone is calm, as usual.Pedro's calmness comes from her; it's noticeable. Both in the way she speaks and in her actions."Don't wo
Pedro HernandezAmanda glares at me. She has no intention of hiding her anger from anyone. But what I'm saying here, the board needs to know. In fact, they know, but they act as if they don't because the man who used to sit in the chair I'm in now knew very well how powerful he was. No one would dare go head-to-head with Max Hernandez."It's a serious accusation, Mr. Hernandez," Patrick says, his tone serious.I know he's staring at me; I can feel his gaze burning into my skin as all I do is stare at the two people sitting at the end of the table."It's not an accusation, Patrick, it's a fact," I reply, turning to face him."Suddenly, you arrive with new accusations, with this arrogance that surely came from your father, and accuse us of fraud? Is this the man who will run the company, ladies and gentlemen?" Leonard asks, and I can see he's starting to despair. "Who's going to guarantee you're not lying? That your evidence isn't false and full of fraud? Who's going to guarantee that t
Adrielle Hale I notice Abby in the living room; she's watching a cartoon about whales on TV. Pedro is right, our daughter is madly in love with sea animals, just like me. The apple never falls far from the tree, does it? Minnie made Abby's favorite food today: Mexican burritos. Without the chili,
Pedro Hernandez I hear the door close and make my way to my desk, where Victor is now sitting back in his chair. His eyes scan me curiously. “I heard you were caught off guard by a barrage of journalists downstairs.” he says, his tone stifling a laugh as I remove my blazer and prop it on the chai
Adrielle Hale “I don't want to talk right now.” he growls, before setting his shoes down beside the bed and standing up. “Leo, just let me explain this.” I ask, trying to ensure the atmosphere between us doesn't become too tense to breathe. “I already told you I don't want you near him. And you
Pedro HernandezThe valet takes my car as soon as I get out. I make my way to the reception desk, where I see two dark-haired women with bright smiles. I barely have time to step into the lobby before I'm attacked by a wave of journalists. Their microphones are pointed in my face, and I can't proce







