I roll over and prop myself up on one elbow. I let my fingers run through the middle of his chest and down his well-defined abs. Our bed smells like sex and sweat; I sure hope it’s not the entire bedroom or the entire suite though. “You were pretty passionate last night and earlier, husband,” I tease, my fingers tracing his body. He shifts his attention from the ceiling to me. “Wife, don’t seduce me. I know you are too sore already.” I grin and take out my hand from his body. He is right. I am too sore, my muscles are aching, and I don’t think I can go out and play anymore. “So, what was the cause?” I ask. “You were a bit rough last night.” He winces. “Did I hurt you?” I shake my head. “It might sound weird, but it’s... well, I liked the assertiveness.” He grins and pulls me closer to his body. I snuggle next to him, my leg on top of his. “So?” I urge him. “What’s with it?” He takes a deep breath. “I was jealous,” he says and instantly adds, “Not anymore, though.” “Jealous of
I had been teaching Lukas for some time when Alinn arrived. Lukas opens the door for her, and she comes bursting into the study room. She is full of energy and enthusiasm. Her face is flushed with excitement, as if we are going to play a game instead of studying the entire day. “Here comes the little bundle of trouble,” Lukas says with mischief. Alinn, on the other hand, is undeterred. She beams with delight and greets, “Good day, Teacher Cassie! I’ve come to join the fun!” “We are going to study, not have fun,” Lukas corrects while he returns to his seat. I smile warmly at Alinn. “Well, come on here, Alinn. Join our little torture session,” I say, my tone teasing. “I don’t find studying as torture, though,” she says, sitting beside me. Noticing her action, Lukas raises his brow before saying, “If that is the case, why don’t you help me with this cryptic problem?” And so Alinn transfers seats and scoots next to him. “Oh, it’s the coefficient. Just use this,” she explains. I obs
Unfortunately, the letter was ineffective. The malicious posts continue. In fact, it has become more rabid. Other than faking the awards and nude photos, she also adds that I am a gold digger, and that Liam is wrapped around my little finger. If only she knows that I am the one going crazy over him, especially when his fingers are inside me. I groan at my lewd thoughts, and Lukas looks weirdly at me. “Are the fake nude photos going to your brain? You going crazy, teacher?” I snort. “You smart-ass. Hurry up, or you’ll be late for school.” After dropping off Lukas, I need to file a complaint to the police and seek legal advice. Last night and earlier, I did all the necessary things. I took screenshots and collected all the relevant evidence. I documented the incident and created a timeline of events. That was just the gist of it. I also reported the page to the platform. And even posted on my social media page just to counter the allegations. Now, the police and the lawyers come nex
Yesterday, the regional office agreed to rescind Mark’s dismissal. He called me to apologize and said he had no involvement with the nude photos–just as I surmised. He also said that he cut off his relationship with Hilda before she started creating the social media profile. While my mind races, I watch Lukas complete his math problem with a determined expression. My phone is in my room, where I had left it, so Liam won’t be able to get a hold of me. I sigh. I intentionally did all that, but my gaze kept wandering back to the door, almost as if I was expecting him to come and ask why I did not return to the city today. “Done!” Lukas exclaims. “I think I will get a good grade this time.” “Hmmm,” I mutter as I take his paper and review it. As I go through it, I realize his assumption is correct. He really is improving. “How was it?” he asks, peering at his paper. “You are getting better,” I praise. “But you still got some items wrong.” I was about to start pointing out his mistake
Liam slips his fingers on my underwear. He pulls me closer while I sit on his lap. His kisses are soft and gentle, yet full of passion. The heat of his body radiates through me. I look around. We are in the kitchen. I was preparing our dinner when he pulled me towards him and started kissing me. I don’t know what the trigger is, even so, I am anxious so I keep on looking at the door. “No one will come in, wife,” he whispers. “It’s Sunday night, and I already told them to keep away during weekends when we are both here.” “But Liam—” Suddenly, he lifts me up and makes me sit at the table. I glance at our dinner on the counter. Thankfully, I haven’t placed it on the dinner table yet. He pulls my skirt up and pulls my panties down. “Wait, Liam,” I say, pushing at his head before he licks me. “Can’t we have our dinner first? We just arrived.” His lips curl up, a supposedly irresistible smirk, but perhaps, am I losing interest already? Just because of a few harsh words? “It’s you I wa
“Mrs. Cassie, just enjoy the day. Everything has been arranged, so just relax and be comfortable,” the head servant suggests. I turn my attention to him. “Is that what Liam ordered you to say to me?” He nods. “But I also think it’s his way of showing that he loves you.” “Hmmm,” I mutter and look outside. He loves me, huh? I have never heard that from him. I wonder, doesn’t this head servant know I am just in a contract marriage with Liam? Arriving, I walk into a beauty salon. As soon as I walk in, I am welcomed with warm smiles, which immediately puts me at ease. Rather, from the decor to the scent of products and the warm color of the employees’ uniforms, everything screams relaxation. “Mr. Liam already recommended a spa package. In case you don’t like the hassle of choosing,” one employee informs. “It’s your first time here, right?” I nod, and the employee ushers me into a massage room, which is a cocoon of serenity. The lights are dimmed, and the music is soothing. As soon as
“Tom?” I ask. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I try to count the months. Oh damn! It’s about time for our twice-every-year seminar! “Since you resigned, they had no choice but to send me for the seminars,” he says, an awkward smile on his face. He sits on the stool next to mine and asks, “How are you? I heard you got married?” “I did,” I answer, looking away as I remember our past, my heart aching. Tom, who made my heart skips a beat a lot. He is also the one who made me all giddy and excited to go to work every day. We go out for lunch; hang out after work and weekends; enjoy a couple of activities together. Heck, we even started to shop, do groceries together, and meet each other’s friends. Not to mention the visits to each other’s houses. He even introduced me to his parents. There are a couple of touches here and there and chaste kisses. The only thing missing is for us to be officially together, and we can take one more step in our relationship. However, when I went abroad for a s
The following day, Tom is waiting for me to explore two neighborhoods–Chinatown and the Mission District. We visit Chinatown first for its temples and delicious dim sum. I also got a couple of souvenirs for Liam, Lukas, Alinn, and my family. Same as me, Tom buys things for his new family. Then, we head out to the Mission District–known for its vibrant Latin American culture and many taquerías. In fact, Tom and I filled ourselves with more tacos than we could ever eat. But I enjoy my time with him the most — when we look at the colorful buildings and murals that decorate the streets. We take many pictures, and we exhaust all the things we can discuss since the last time we met. Afterward, we make our way to a nearby park. We walk around, admiring the beauty of the plants and flowers. As the sun sets, we find a quiet spot and sit down for a small picnic. We talk, laugh, and enjoy the views together. The moment is so peaceful and calming. It is almost as if time stops and I am suddenly