تسجيل الدخولCerene's POV I moved closer to Peter on the couch. I placed my hand on his thigh, sliding it slowly upward. My fingers pressed gently against the fabric of his pants, feeling the muscle underneath. “Peter,” I whispered, leaning in so my breath brushed against his ear. “You’ve been so tense all day. Let me help you relax.” I kissed the side of his neck lightly, then moved my lips higher, trailing soft kisses along his jaw. He didn’t pull away immediately, but his body stayed stiff. His hand rested on my waist, but there was no grip, no pull or hunger. I shifted onto his lap, straddling him. My short dress rode up my thighs as I pressed my body against his. I took his hand and placed it on my hip, guiding his fingers under the hem of my dress. “Touch me,” I said softly, rocking my hips slowly against him. “I’ve missed you. I know you’ve missed this too.” Peter’s hand stayed on my hip for a few seconds. Then he sighed and moved it away. He gently pushed me back, lifting me off
Cerene's POVPeter stepped out of his car and closed the door with a heavy thud. He looked tired and frustrated, his shoulders tense. I stood near the front door, still wearing the wig and acting exactly like Caroline would...so calm and composed, with just a hint of that cold edge she had been showing lately.“Peter,” I said softly, tilting my head slightly. “You’re back.”He walked toward me, eyes scanning my face. For a second I thought he might notice something was off, but he just sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Where have you been? I came back and the house was empty.”I smiled gently, the same way I had seen Caroline do when she was trying to look unbothered. “Just needed some air. You know how it is after everything that happened earlier.” I stepped closer and touched his arm lightly. “You look stressed. Come inside. I’ll make you something to drink.”Peter nodded, but his eyes were still sharp. He followed me into the house. I kept my movements graceful, just
Cerene's POVI stood up from the desk slowly, stretching my arms above my head. The plan was forming nicely in my mind, but I needed to look the part. I walked into the bathroom attached to the guest room and freshened up. I washed my face with cool water, patted it dry, and applied a light layer of makeup... just enough to look fresh but natural. I brushed my golden hair carefully, making sure every strand was in place. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment, turning my head from side to side.“Perfect,” I whispered. “Now for the final touch.”I grabbed my bag and left the house quietly. Peter was still out somewhere, which made things easier. I drove to a high-end wig store in the city that I had looked up earlier. The drive was calm. I kept the radio low, thinking through every detail of my plan.The store was quiet when I arrived. I walked through the aisles slowly, running my fingers over different wigs until I found the right one ... a black wig that looked exac
Cerene's POVI paced back and forth in the guest room, my bare feet pressing hard into the soft carpet with every step. The luxurious black car that had taken Caroline away was still burned into my mind. “Who would send her such luxurious cars?” I groaned in anger, my voice echoing slightly off the walls. I stopped near the window and slammed my palm against the glass. The sound was sharp, but it didn’t make me feel any better.Peter had completely lost it earlier. He stormed out of the house after Caroline left, saying something about handling business. I honestly didn’t care where he went. Right now, all I could think about was her. Always her.I dug my nails into my palm, feeling the sharp sting as they pressed deeper. The pain helped me focus. “How come she always gets good things?!” I hissed to myself, pacing faster now. My short dress rode up with each angry step, but I didn’t bother fixing it. “Even that sexy bodyguard… God knows how she is able to afford him. Or who the he
Peter's POVI watched the black car disappear down the driveway. My blood was boiling. Caroline had actually left. She climbed into that fancy vehicle with her new guard and drove off like I meant nothing. I stood there on the front steps, fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white.Cerene was still clinging to my arm, breathing dramatically. “Peter… my inhaler. Please. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”I barely heard her at first. My mind was on Caroline. *She’s going after that doctor. Alex. That’s where she’s headed. Lunch date my ass. She’s running to him after everything.*“Peter?” Cerene whined again, tugging on my sleeve. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with fake panic.I finally turned to her. “Alright. Come on.” I led her back inside the house, my steps felt heavy. Every second I spent dealing with Cerene felt like time wasted. Caroline was getting further away, probably smiling in the back of that car, thinking she had won.We reached the living room. Cerene sat
Caroline's POVPeter stood up slowly from the outdoor chair. His movements were deliberate, almost lazy, as if he wanted me to watch every second. He reached out and pulled Cerene by the waist, yanking her body flush against his. Then he kissed her deeply right there in front of me. His hand gripped her lower back, holding her in place while she melted into him. When he finally pulled away, he looked straight at me with a smirk. “I am a man, it’s in our nature… I hope you ain’t jealous.”Cerene giggled softly and blushed, acting surprised even though her body pressed closer to his. One of her hands rested on his chest, fingers tracing lightly over his shirt. “Peter…” she whispered, clearly pleased.I stared at him like he was nothing but a piece of shit on the ground. My face stayed completely neutral. I refused to give him the reaction he wanted. “Tyrone, let’s go…” My legs started moving before I could stop them. I walked past Peter without even glancing at him, treating him like







