Tiffany moved quietly through the sun-dappled room, her hands gentle but practised. Her mother sat in the wheelchair by the window, her eyes distant, flickering occasionally with recognition. Tiffany crouched beside her, gathering the folds of her mother’s cardigan and smoothing them down with care. She adjusted the collar, straightened the buttons, and gently pulled the sleeves over her thin, frail wrists.Her mother's legs peeked from beneath her skirt. Without a word, Tiffany reached for the soft wool blanket draped over the nearby chair. She unfolded it slowly, then tenderly laid it across her mother's lap, tucking the edges in around her legs to keep her warm."There," Tiffany whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her mother’s brow. "Nice and cosy. Right, momma? I'm sure you're going to enjoy the picnic... well, also shopping. You definitely enjoy it."Her mother didn’t respond, only stared out the window, lips slightly parted, a hum of silence between them. Tiffany staye
The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting. Tiffany stirred, her body entwined in the sheets, warmth radiating from Kai’s skin against hers. He was still asleep, his arm draped loosely around her waist, his breathing slow and even, a rhythmic lullaby that tugged at her heart.She blinked. Her mouth felt parched, the dryness contrasting sharply with the humid warmth of the room. Carefully, she slid out from under his arm, tiptoeing across the wooden floor.The bathroom light was soft, casting a gentle glow that felt almost sacred as she splashed cool water on her face. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror eyes wide and alert, too awake for the hour. A frown tugged at her lips. As she returned to the bed, slipping back into the covers without disturbing him. But just as she reached for the covers, a faint buzz shattered the fragile silence.Kai’s phone lit up on the nightstand, the screen glowing with a notification banner before dimming again. Tiffany paused,
Then came the sharp sting of his palm against her skin, not harsh, but firm enough to steal a gasp from her lips."Hands on the wall," he murmured, his voice low and rough behind her. "Tilt your hips for me."Tiffany obeyed, her heart pounding, anticipation coiling hot and tight in her belly. Kai's breath ghosted across her back warm, electric, and utterly consuming.Then he dropped to his knees.His mouth sealed over her clit without warning, sucking hard enough to wrench a sharp cry from her throat.Tiffany slapped a hand over her mouth, desperate to muffle the moan that tore free as his tongue lashed her with ruthless precision. His fingers thrust deep, curling expertly to find that devastating spot again and again.Her hips bucked uncontrollably against his face, but Kai held her firm, unrelenting. His mouth and hands worked her over with merciless intent, dragging her higher and higher."Yes. Oh, yes."The words were sobbed into her palm as her orgasm built fast, blinding, and un
They reached the mansion in mere minutes, the grand structure looming ahead, cloaked in the soft glow of evening light. Kai stepped out first, moving with an effortless grace as he rounded the car to open the door for her, dismissing Peter with a simple nod.Tiffany stepped out, the evening breeze catching the hem of her dress, sending it fluttering around her legs like delicate petals caught in a gentle gust. She looked up at the mansion, its majesty striking against the twilight, then turned to Kai. His eyes, usually a warm shade of brown, were now darker, more intense, brimming with an energy that made her pulse quicken."Kai…" she began, but the word barely escaped her lips before his hands encircled her waist, pulling her closer."Come on, you might catch a cold," he murmured, guiding her into the mansion.The front doors swung open with a soft hiss, welcoming them into the lavish interior, but before she could take another step, Kai slammed the doors shut behind them. The sound
The restaurant glowed with a golden warmth, all soft amber lights each adorned with a flickering candle and a single crimson rose. However, something was different.Tiffany's heels clicked and she slowed, her brows pulling together in quiet surprise. The room was… empty. There was no chatter, no clinking silverware or hushed conversations over wine. It was just silence. Kai pulled a chair back for her. His hand brushed the curve of her back as she sat leaving a lingering touch that sent heat fluttering across her skin.She settled into the chair, heart thudding softly beneath the floral lace of her dress. Her eyes flicked around again this time uncertainty knitting her brow. A small blush crept up her neck as she leaned in slightly, voice hushed like she might disturb something sacred."There’s… no one here."Kai smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth lifting in that effortless way that always left her breathless. He moved to his seat across from her, shrugging off his tailored jack
Kai sat slouched in a chair beside the bed, suit jacket draped over the backrest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The hospital room was dimly lit, sunlight slanting through half-closed blinds. The soft beep of machines echoed faintly, a metronome of life ticking on. Conrad lay propped up on pillows, still pale but awake barely. His eyes were open, watching Kai with a guarded expression."Why are you here?" Conrad asked, his voice raspy. "Because I missed you. I heard you've been awake for a week now... Does Dad visit you often?" Conrad scoffed. "Of course. You're here to mock me." "I'm getting married. It's good you're up. I hope you make it. At least since dad won't make it."The room fell silent. Conrad stared into the ceiling. His eyes going teary. "Why?" Kai looked at him, his eyes icy, almost a glare. Kai only stared, not saying a word. Of course he knew what Conrad was talking about, but he pitied him because saying exactly what was on his mind would only make those tears