LOGINShe was gone, but I hadn't come up with an excuse to give Dominic for her sudden departure.The second he strutted inside, my mind jumped out of my skin. “ Hazel,” he embraced me, hands slithered around my waist. “ Memaw left already. Hope she didn't make life miserable for you while I was gone?”he joked.I shook my head, guilt gnawing at my senses. It only takes a moment to realize that you are an accomplice in a matter when you choose silence like every other person involved.That sigh of relief on his face…it would be gone the second he learns what she did. But that's not what I'm afraid of.He might never be the same again.“ Come, I have something to show you,” he pulled me upstairs and dragged me into the bathroom with him. “ My back hurts,” he said as he motioned for me to bathe him.I fought back a laugh. “ Now, you are just being a spoiled kid. Have your bath. I will get you something to eat.”His eyes followed every step of mine, gleaming lustfully until I shut the door to t
I'm supposed to be getting married, not babysitting! Hours after her arrival, the granny of the Lunar family had done everything possible to wear me out. From the artwork she broke by 'mistake', to her rejection of the chef's meal. She insisted I made it myself. Yet, this is the fourth she has rejected.“ What exactly do you want? Tell me. We could get someone better to make it for you.”“ We could?” She snickered, and threw her head backwards on the chair, relaxing. “ You speak as if you own the wealth of my family already, and I am the stranger here.”Her voice turned so cold the poison in her tongue seeped through the cracks.I pulled myself together, and attempted a diplomatic solution.Always apologize.“ Pardon me. You must have misunderstood my intentions. I only want the best person to get you what you desire…”She sat up on her chair while I was still mid-sentence.“ Is that really your intention, Hazel?”Before I could cook up a formal response, she went on. “ You know, I r
“How else would I be related to the Sullivan family apart from my marriage to Roman Sylvester. Even that is unacceptable to them. Plus, Sylvester had dropped the family name,” I explained while trying to make meaning of the question in my head. What could be his reason? Dominic couldn't have jumped from his sleep and decided to ask me about how I'm related to the Sullivans apart from the marriage. One guess. His grandmother.“ Let it out, what did your grandmother say about me this time around?” I rolled my eyes, exhausted. “ Perhaps, she might have mentioned to you that I'm a secret daughter of the Sullivan's…” His eyes glowed. His forehead furrowed. I noticed color drain from his face. I quickly cut it.“ Is that what she told you? And you seriously believe her?” I chided.He looked puzzled. I shook my head, thoughts stirred like the howling waste of desert land in my head. “ He might believe her as well if she wakes up someday and accuses me of being a Sullivan spy," I thought,
I'm growing somewhat scared of him, but it also comes with a strange feeling of safety around him. I stepped inside, and met him lulling Christian to sleep. Christian's hands were tightened around his waist, fingers locked. Every time Piper shifted in his position, he would stir, latching onto his leather jacket like a lifeline. It feels like he’s afraid that Piper might leave him…like I did. I inhaled deeply, and tiptoed to their side. They had their backs to me, immersed in the feel of each other's company.Piper combs his hair, humming as he did. The nanny is asleep at the foot of the bed. She snores, by the way. Piper didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he did, and didn't mind…like me.“ Well, hello!” I chimed, my voice bereft of excitement, flat, but not cold.Christian shot up from his arms. One moment, his eyes were wide in surprise. The next few seconds, tears welled up in his eyes. “ Mommy is here!” he screamed.I opened my arms, and balanced my feet, expecting a hug.He jumped
In the hospital, and back in the house, our skin relieved every sweat together, locked, knotted in every stroke, glide and thrust.I wanted him in ways that reek of sin. He wanted more than the physical union of our bodies. His eyes, soul-searching, locked onto mine. He thrust from below, hands on my waist. It looked familiar. I recalled where, and my body suddenly sped up in motion, riding against his shaft in a mix of indescribable blend of pleasure and pain. Drawing closer to the climax, his hardness seemed to have added, stretching my body in ways I hadn't felt for long." Oh Hazel!" His voice slit through, and his hands molded my boobs, cupping them with little ease. Moments later, our vocals synced in a cry. Muffled, sweaty, charged, before I collapsed on him.I spent a full hour in the bathroom. I enjoyed every bit of it, but somehow, it feels like sin. Every kiss. Every thrust.Guilt seeped in through the cracks in my moral consciousness. I feel the weight of it on my chest. W
He blinked severally, taken by surprise. I waited for his yes, until panic set into my heart. " What if he says no?"On one hand, I thought of his grandmother. I might never fully tell the height of her influence over him, but they're relatives. He might give in if she protests against my marriage to him.Then, there was Piper. " Are you sure this is what you want now? I mean..." He took my hands, and squeezed them a little. " You had your reasons for coming to me. You had goals. I don't want a situation where those goals are left unattended..."I rubbed my belly. The bump is barely visible, but a life lives and breathes within me. " Let's get married. Hopefully, I will begin working with you a week or two after the wedding..."" A week or two?" He cut in, wearing a frown. " That's barely enough for a honeymoon."I bit my lower lips. My silly mind wanders to the activities of last week. For the first time since we entered a relationship, Dominic didn't stop.Like a man with a persona







