LOGINAdrian wasn’t home when I arrived.The moment I stepped inside, that fact hit me harder than it should have. I dropped my bag by the door, already rehearsing the questions I wanted to ask him, the accusations I hadn’t yet decided whether to voice or swallow. I was eager, to confront him. He’d been acting strange lately. I walked down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door twice, out of habit more than hope. When there was no response, I pushed it open slowly. Empty. The bathroom was untouched, dry, quiet, like no one had been there for hours.A tight feeling settled in my chest.I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang once. Then stopped.No answer.That alone was strange. Adrian usually picked up my calls immediately, sometimes even on the first ring, like he’d been waiting for them. I stared at my screen for a second, then dialed again, my thumb pressing harder this time.Still nothing. My heart skipped, then sped up. I moved quickly to the bedroom, my steps sharp
“Hello,” I said, my voice flat, already bracing myself.“…Have you seen the blogs?” she asked immediately, like we were picking up a conversation we’d never finished.I rolled my eyes, staring out at the water for a second before answering. “What blogs?” I snapped. “Why?”There was a brief pause on her end, then she continued, unfazed. “…I reached out to you a few days ago. What happened?”My grip tightened around the phone. “I checked his laptop. Every folder. Every file you asked me to,” I said, my tone sharp now. “There was nothing in there. At this point, I think you’re definitely playing games with me.”She laughed softly. Not amused, pleased.“Oh, darling,” she said, her voice suddenly syrupy. “If I were you, I’d watch my tone.” She let the words hang for a second. “I don’t suppose you know the man you’re currently laying in bed with…”I stiffened.“He’s not the angel you think he is,” she continued, laughing again, louder this time. “Matter of fact, I’m still in shock he doesn’
The sun was warm against my skin, not harsh or blinding, just enough to feel comforting. The air felt clean and open, carrying the smell of salt mixed with sunscreen. The sea stretched out in front of us, that unreal Greek blue you only ever see in postcards, so clear I could actually see rocks beneath the surface near the shore. Seagulls circled above, crying out as they swooped low and then rose again, completely unbothered by the people below.We arrived at a small marina, quiet but busy in its own calm way. Kayaks were lined up neatly along the dock, long, slim, and surprisingly less intimidating than I had imagined. They floated lightly on the water, gently bumping against one another as the waves moved. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in, trying to relax my shoulders.“So, we’ll be doing something called sea kayaking,” Maria said cheerfully as she handed me one of the life jackets. “The other one was supposed to be for your partner, but that’s no problem,” she added ca
He paused amidst his tantrums, his breathing uneven, eyes darting between me and the floor as though weighing what to say. Then, with a forced calmness, he looked at me. “Babe, it’s just some work stuff…” he muttered, his tone attempting softness but failing to hide the irritation beneath. His gaze flickered to the swimsuits I was holding, the ones I had spent half an hour choosing. “…the one I got you will look good,” he added quickly, almost as if the compliment could erase the tension hanging between us. He reached out and patted my shoulder, a gesture that felt more dismissive than affectionate.I shifted back slightly, clutching the fabric in my hands. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice quieter now but edged with suspicion. “Who was that on the phone?”He froze for a heartbeat, then sighed and turned away.he walked back to where he’d been sitting, his movements slower, more deliberate this time. He picked up his phone again, eyes glued to the screen like it held an answer he di
MAVERICK The knock on the door startled me , I stiffened first, then turned slowly toward the door, my heart giving a small, unnecessary jump. For a second, I just stood there, listening, as if the sound might explain itself.Another light knock followed.I walked over and leaned in, peering through the small window beside the door. My shoulders relaxed when I saw her. It was Maria. I opened the door, and she greeted me with the same warm, almost infectious smile she always wore. She looked energized, like someone who genuinely enjoyed being where she was. “Good day,” she said cheerfully. “I hope you’re enjoying your stay.” Her eyes flicked briefly past me, polite but curious. “I believe you and sir are ready for today’s activity.”As she spoke, I noticed what she was holding, two neatly folded life jackets looped over her arm. “Yes, sure,” I replied, a little slower than I meant to. I stepped back and opened the door wider, gesturing her in. “Um… come in.”She thanked me softly and
He pauses, his movement slowing as his eyes drift over me, His expression softens, and for a brief second, the teasing confidence drops away.He lowers his head slightly, his breath warm against my skin,close enough that I can feel it before I feel anything else. The nearness alone makes my pussy throb. His lips brush against my skin in a slow, deliberate way, It’s gentle, like he’s testing how much I’ll give him without asking. My back arches just a little before I realize I’ve done it, a quiet response I don’t bother correcting.A small smile curves at the corner of his mouth, satisfied but controlled, as if he’s pleased by the effect but not ready to push further just yet. His hand steadies me, grounding, his lips lick on the tip of my nipples , they become even harder . His mouth lingers, unhurried, like he’s savoring the moment rather than rushing it, then he sucks on my nipples , slow pulls at first , it makes my breath hitch, and when I run my fingers through his hair, he resp







