We spent most of the night on the verandah, staring at the dark sky that stretched out before us, with the moon casting a silver glow on the landscape. We sat in comfortable silence, lost in each other's embrace. I leaned my back against his chest as he sat on the sofa, feeling the cool breeze of the night. I still had that smile on my face, which didn't seem to go away. A warm sense of accomplishment filled my chest as I reflected on the day's events. It had been a whirlwind of emotions ever since he discovered the diary, but ultimately, it ended on a high note. While I was enjoying the warmth of his embrace, I couldn't help but think of how far we had come. From misunderstandings and restraint to this moment of peace where time stood still. It felt surreal, as if we’d traversed a lifetime of emotions in just a few fleeting months. While I was lost in thought, he placed his hand around me in a protective manner, pressing his face closer to my neck. The warmth of his breath b
Having succeeded in undressing me, he kneeled on the bed and removed his own clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his toned body.I couldn't take my eyes off his broad shoulders and defined chest. My gaze traced the contours of his abs, and I felt a flutter in my stomach."Can't look away, can you?" he teased as he unbuckled his belt, and I felt a flush rising to my cheeks.I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. The tone of his voice was surprisingly seductive, blending with my own desire, but I couldn't help but feel a bit... nervous. I kept biting my lower lip while my toes curled relentlessly. This was my first time; I hadn't even done foreplay, let alone have a guy finger inside me. I had kept my virginity guarded for him... for so long, and I was ready to surrender it to him. What if I wasn't good enough? What if it hurt?His brow shot up as if sensing my apprehension. "Are you... okay?" he asked, his hand hovering by his zipper.Oh
A gentle, familiar kiss woke me from my sleep, and I smiled, knowing exactly to whom it belonged. My sugar daddy—I now think he deserves the title since he had somehow agreed to date me. He shifted closer, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my chest as I reached out to wrap my arms around him. He deepened the kiss, transporting me back to last night's intense sex marathon. I loved it. It made me feel a sense of accomplishment to finally have what I craved from him. I opened my eyes to find his gaze locked on mine, filled with love and adoration. His lips curled into a smile as he whispered, "Good morning, love." My smile grew wider, practically stretching to my ears. He finally nailed it: 'LOVE.' I liked that. "Good morning, Mr. Clinton," I responded, biting my lower lip as I wrapped my hands around his neck. "We are way past that formality, don't you think?" His eyes sparkled with amusement as if remembering the same passionate moments that still lingered on my skin. "
Daddy." An angelic voice chorused, and the next moment three hands waved enthusiastically from within the box, with two jumping and calling out for attention."Get us out, please." Two tiny voices chimed in unison from within the massive box. The box was deep, and their sound was muffled as they continued yelling, "We are stuck! Help already!"Xavier's eyes widened in shock, and I, on the other hand, was equally stunned. My mouth was agape, staring at the three figures as they continued jumping and hollering for help."Anybody there?" one of the children screamed at the top of her lungs, waving her small hands desperately above the box's rim. Her arms flailed, but her hands barely cleared the edge.Finally, I broke out of our stupor and motioned to help, but Xavier was already rushing towards the box, his eyes widened in alarm.As Xavier approached, the children's voices grew louder, their cries more urgent. With gentle care, Xavier lifted the children out of the box, one by one.My b
"Fuck this woman," I muttered, crumpling the note in my hand and tossing it back to the massive package of surprises that had been dumped in our laps."Unbelievable," I mouthed, shaking my head.Xavier's eyes met mine, his expression mirroring my outrage. "I need more answers from her," he said, his voice firm as he looked at nothing in particular. "But she isn't here to explain further."I nodded. "Why would she do this all of a sudden?"The children had already taken their seats on the sofa, making themselves at home, unaware of the emotional turmoil unfolding around them. They watched us with wide eyes. Well, the twins, who were kind of a little mature, were paying attention to every word we said, and what was even more confusing was just how comfortable they were with all this. Calling a man they hadn't met before their daddy because their mom had told them any man they saw after coming out of the box was their biological father and also not so bothered about their mother's absenc
Xavier and I sat opposite the kids, staring into space and thinking of a solution to our mounting problem. These kids' presence in our lives at this very moment will change a lot of things, and now we are stuck deciding who will take the kids along. We can't leave them alone in this huge house. We dreaded the thought of leaving them alone,because right in front of us, a flower vase has broken, and it was Elizabeth who broke it. Now she is putting the blame on the twins, and they're having a big fight."You broke it! Stop lying," Elizabeth exclaimed, running around the sofa like a merry-go-round while the twins tried to catch her to get her to admit she did it.We just sat there, watching them, disoriented from all of Nicole's drama unfolding before us, more like chaos."Stop, Elizabeth! You're going to hurt yourself!" Harper shouted, exasperated."I didn't break it! Hayden did!" Elizabeth protested, dodging her sister's grasp.Hayden's face reddened. "I didn't touch it! You're alway
SARAH'S POV I adore his eyes, his charm, and those captivating lips. I long to feel his touch. He approaches me, and I grow impatient. 'Come closer,' I whisper. His body presses against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I feel my heart racing. I deepen the kiss, and he responds with equal fervor. His hands caress my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I feel his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet nothings, and I melt into his embrace. Our bodies entwined, I feel a connection like no other. In this moment, time stands still. All that matters is the love we share. He whispers, 'I love you, Sarah,' and my heart skips a beat. I wish. I wish he could even spare me a glance or look at me with desire burning in his gaze. I rubbed my eyes as I sat on my bed with a smile on my face. It was the same dream I've been having ever since I was a teenager. Making love with the man of my dreams, I never get tired o
I know it sounded crazy to say I was already taken by a man who doesn't know I harbor feelings for him. I am too obsessed with him that I can't think of going out with any other guy other than him. The transfer student stared at me with disappointment in his eyes; I could see he really wanted to ask me out. I wouldn't blame him though, as I've got the perfect body most men want: big boobs and curves that send out waves whenever they set their eyes on me. But I only have eyes for the man in my beautiful dreams. The lecturer finally arrived, and I was thankful he came at the right time to save me from the next couple of sentences he would have said to persuade me to go out with him. After class, Helen offered for us to go shopping, and I gladly accepted. I really need a new set of jeans, a crop top, and also some colorful bras; my old ones are already getting bad. We stood ready to leave the classroom, and I could see the transfer student winking at me. I ignored him and followed H