"Thank you," he murmured, his voice softer now, the edge of anger replaced by a weary kind of acceptance."Anything for you."I took his hand, lacing my fingers through his. "Come on. The moonlight in the garden is supposed to be beautiful tonight."He nodded, letting me lead him towards the back door. The cool night air washed over us as we stepped outside, a stark contrast to the warmth of the house and the heat of our disagreement. The scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine filled the air. The garden path, lit by discreet solar lamps nestled amongst the plants, wound ahead into deeper shadows.We walked in silence for a few moments, the only sounds our footsteps on the gravel and the chirping of crickets. The tension from the parlor gradually dissipated, replaced by the quiet intimacy of the shared night. His hand tightened around mine."You were right," he said finally, his voice low. "Apart from the eyes, the breeze may be too much.""Yes," I nodded.He glanced at me, hi
His words and actions sent me to cloud nine, and he was relishing it. He kissed me and continued. Each thrust had the right words. My face and moaning encouraged him. I had never seen such energy in him. We stayed longer than before. When he climaxed, the rail shook and I held him tighter until he emptied himself."You are my hero," I whispered. Without words, he put my leg down and rested on me.We walked to the bedroom afterward and rested. We woke up at lunch and ate. We were careful not to use many plates to avoid having many of them to wash. Likewise the floor. We ensured that no dirt was littered. We returned to the parlor afterward and sat on the couch to watch television. Not quite long, I fell asleep on his lap. Johnson's POVI gazed at Reuben’s peaceful face, remembering how he’d once played hard to get. I understood now it wasn’t stubbornness, but a shield around his heart. All that effort, all that trouble - it was worth every moment. A quiet pride warmed me; I was grate
The Vacation - Reuben’s POV After everything was prepared, we arrived at Johnson’s house. Beyond the wild garden, the architecture rivaled my own in elegance. Mrs. Higgins and Chef Armand had surpassed expectations: freezers overflowed with labeled, ready-to-eat meals, and a thoughtful service schedule was pinned neatly to the fridge. "Did you request this?" I asked Johnson, tapping the schedule. He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "No. It’s a surprise." "That is thoughtful of him," I murmured. He was beaming as we toured the kitchen. "They’ve made everything simple for us," he noted. Opening the pantry. I leaned against the doorway beside him. His eyes widened at shelves stocked with canned chickpeas and rows of yogurt. "Ha! The chef’s determined to spoil us," he laughed and turned to leave. I blocked the narrow exit, my body filling the frame. He stilled, his gaze locking onto mine with a questioning, alert look. "What?" My response was instinctive
The sterile scent of antiseptic warred with the lingering memory of Hendrick's skin as we sat in the overly bright examination room. My fingers, laced tightly with his, were the only anchor. The doctor, Dr. Evans, with his immaculate white coat and perpetually furrowed brow, scanned the tablet in his hands. His expression was unreadable, a practiced mask of professionalism, but the slight tightening around his eyes betrayed him."Final vitals look acceptable," he stated, his voice clipped, efficient. He looked up, his gaze sweeping over us. It lingered a fraction too long, taking in the faint shadows under our eyes, the undeniable, almost incandescent energy that crackled between us - an energy born of defiance and three nights of stolen, rule-shattering passion. "The samples are being prepared. We will proceed with implantation into both surrogates in approximately one hour."He paused, placing the tablet deliberately on the counter. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken accus
Westminster - Julius' POV Our wedding was a quiet one, witnessed by people who mattered in our lives. On the King's insistence, we embarked on a one-month honeymoon against the two weeks we had planned."You have worked so much. You need to rest," he said."Okay, Your Highness," we agreed with him.He truly accepted our union, ready to make it work and I was grateful for that."Our parents have done a lot for us by standing by us," Hendrick said on the first day of our honeymoon. "You're right," I agreed with him.He held me tighter and whispered, "How do we compensate them?"I didn't know what to say but I knew that the enthronement was his father's heartbeat. I only looked at him and he continued."If I had married a woman, they would expect their grandchild after nine months."My body froze at once and he noticed it. I did not wish them to regret giving consent to our union. Tears of helplessness dropped from my eyes and he was disturbed."What is the matter?" He released me and
Johnson's POVI'm blessed with a smart and loving partner. The understanding enhanced my performance and I walked with my head raised. Apart from Wilson, many people were interested in Reuben and we were not aware of it. Now, our gold field in Westminster had taken off and our enemies increased. Nevertheless, they could do nothing because the king and his son were happy with us. Besides, we had acquired the land, paid for it before they knew we had discovered gold.Reuben had been working hard - running his business and managing my stubbornness. Now, I needed to compensate him."Sweetheart," I called him one night.He turned and looked at me, and I said, " Our baby will arrive two months from now.""Yes. Is there any problem?""Not at all. I propose that we go on holiday. Take a proper rest and prepare for the baby's arrival."He sat up and responded, "That is a good idea, but where are we going. Here is big enough and the domestic staff are good.""You have a point, but we need a cha