Alexandra woke up early, feeling Jonathan sliding into her and she let him, even if she was sore from last night. They didn't stop at one round. They were at it all night long and Jonathan made sure she was thoroughly impregnated. Nothing in this world could beat the pleasure of feeling Jonathan's thick, veiny cock pushing in and out of her. Lazy this morning and nothing like last night, where he gave it to her fast and rough and got her drunk on orgasms until she collapsed, feeling boneless and ultimately euphoric. He took it upon himself to fuck every man out of her system that was before him, and it worked. She didn't need to think of anything or anyone else at that point. She could orgasm just by witnessing him come. The way his thick brown brows would tighten up between his forehead, the sounds he made—Oh the noises! She loved the noises that came out of his mouth. A mixture of whimpers and groans. It was a delight watching this big burly man break apart inside her. The most sa
"Good work, Olivia." Jonathan passed an important file to her, smiling brightly as if he had just had the jackpot. He had been overly pleasant towards everyone today and Olivia will get her bonus real soon, which made her want to squeal with excitement. Olivia had noticed the platinum band twinkling on Jonathan's finger and Steve told her about Jonathan getting married to the love of his life, Alexandra Winchester—Now Alexandra Winchester Jonas. But didn't they break up? Have they got back together already? Whoa, that was fast.A moment later, Steve stepped in with Jacob. "Could you excuse us for a sec?" Jacob politely asked through his gritted teeth. Olivia nodded and walked out of the office. "What the fuck, bro!" Jacob yelled, banging his palms on Jonathan's work table. "Language," Jonathan warned, his face hardening like frigid ice. "You got married?! To Alexandra Winchester? ARE YOU SERIOUS?"Jonathan shut his laptop and met his brother's glare coldly. "Yes.""She took you
"Stop teasing me like that," Jonathan warned her, even though he was enjoying it just as badly as he didn't want to admit it. "Look at you, all flustered by me. I won't let any other woman make you feel this way." Alexandra whispered possessively.Jonathan found her overly flirty behavior kind of odd. It was out of character, but he didn't mind. "You seem to be in a cheerful mood today. What's the occasion?" Jonathan asked curiously. She stopped slicing up her roasted beef and looked at him, smiling. "Nothing much." Her voice didn't match her cheery smile. "You sure?" Jonathan didn't want to badger her, but the change in her tonality unsettled him.As if she had realized something, her cheerful mask slipped away. "I was a little insecure..." she said reluctantly. "About?"Alexandra poked her tongue against her cheek. "Forget it. It's a stupid reason." She said, continuing to lunch. "Then is it OK for me to assume?" He asked.Alexandra shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes." She
"Son."Halton regretted picking up his father's unexpected call. "What is it now?" His tone was disrespectful. He could hear his father churning his teeth on the other end. "I'm sorry."A pregnant silence followed. Halton stared at the phone in disbelief. For a moment, he thought it was from a wrong number. Or maybe he misheard it. "What did you say?" He demanded."I know I've been... very..." Alessandro fumbled to find the right word. "You've been a controlling asshole who ruined our lives, father." Halton countered, feeling complacent. Alessandro let out a low grumble as he exhaled. "Right. I would like to apologize for it."What the hell is he plotting now? Alessandro tempted Halton to yell curse words at his own father right now. "An apology will fix nothing." Halton craned his head toward the kitchen where Angela was making a loud 'Pew! Pew!' noises, spraying her jumbo-sized water gun all over the kitchen. Evan had gone to visit one of her friends, so he was the one babysitt
Worry weighs Alexandra down like an anvil when she heard her father's voice on the line. "Alessa, I would like you to arrive at the Salvatore mansion for lunch this Sunday. You can invite your husband, too."His gentle tone was ludicrous to her ears. This is the same fashion he used to persuade her to do his bidding. "I am cutting ties with you, father," Alexandra answered coldly. "Don't be ridiculous, child. I admit I've been an arsehole like you called me. I hope you forgive me." An unintended laugh fell out of her mouth. It was satisfying to hear him admitting himself as an asshole. Alexandra reclined in her chair and swerved to view the high and mighty skyscrapers behind her. "I can't forgive you. Not yet," she said, examining her neatly trimmed red nails. "I know you were the one who tried to kill my husband."She didn't know who exactly shot Jonathan that day, but she suspected it was Kyle. He has a thing for snipers and he was also a well-trained assassin. "I never did suc
"I told you to never speak of this!" Aunt Margaretta whisper-shouted at Jannet.Jannet made an aloof expression. Refused to submit it to Aunt Margaretta's accusations. "So what? She deserved to know the truth!"Aunt Margaretta wanted to tear her hair out. Alexandra should never have known the truth! She had promised to keep this under the wraps and take this secret to her grave! "You've ruined everything! EVERYTHING!" The door swung open. Alexandra brushed past Aunt Margaretta and stomped down the hallway. "Young miss!" Aunt Margaretta called, following Alexandra. "Please listen to me!" Alexandra turned around, and Aunt Margaretta was torn apart. Alexandra was red with fury, as the color of danger and, worse, betrayal. "I've had enough of your lies!" ***Something cold and heavy dropped to Alexandra's stomach as she headed upstairs to the computer room to log into the surveillance system of the mansion. She opened it and looked for the CCTV footage of the day when her grandfather
Catherine came breezing into the living room, holding a tray. Benjamin Winchester sat straight, pushing at his cane. "Did you make tea for me again?"She almost dropped her smile before bracing it. "Yes. I made it myself, Pa." Benjamin nodded weakly. He was being forgetful of things these days. Margaretta suspected he was having early signs of Alzheimer's. But he couldn't care to get it treated.He had been also getting very sick lately, with head-splitting beaches and drowsiness. He wanted to get sick enough to get his little Alex to come running back to make him better again. No Alzheimer's could wipe his beloved granddaughter off his memory. Catherine placed the tea on the table. "Why do you have a hard time believing I made tea for you?" Her voice had a bitter edge to it."Because you never fancied entering the kitchen." Benjamin Winchester coughed violently. "And here you are making tea for me every day.""Aren't you grateful?" Catherine tittered. "Very grateful. But my healt
Benjamin fell into a fit of turbulent coughs, blood, and vomit ruptured out of his mouth. Catherine hooked her hands under his sweaty armpits and pulled him to the loveseat before he could collide against the harsh marble floor. She recollected a faded picture-like memory of her father picking her up in his powerful, brawny arms, effortlessly when she was a small girl. She gloated about having the strongest man on earth as her father. Now she reduced him to a sickly skeleton.“Margaretta!” she called in anguish. The consequences of her outrageous sin, a gong banging on her conscience, reverberating and producing tremors that shook her to the vital core.Margaretta stepped in, cupping her round, fatty face in the horror of what lay before her eyes. Benjamin gasped for air, his thin, furrowed skin paled into a ghostly white. “Don’t just stand there! Tell the chauffeur to get the car ready, we have to take him to the hospital and get me something clean this off!” Catherine screamed, claw