Liana was caressing Rich's back, tracing his spinal cord with her fingers which sent shivers down his back. He loved the feeling of her hands on him and was soon raining kisses on her throat as he grunted.
Because she was the facing the house, Liana could see Megan looking out of her bedroom window that was on the first floor. She took Rich's hand and placed it on the slit of her skirt as she spread her legs wide while still keeping her eyes on Megan. The sooner Megan knew her place in Rich's life, the earlier she would work at divorcing him, Liana thought.
Rich who’s back was facing the house had no idea that his wife was looking at them and was engrossed in his business of pleasuring his woman as his fingers caressed her thigh.
The section of the garden where they were standing was surrounded by various plants making it a good hiding spot so he had no worry of being exposed.
As the kiss deepened and the heat was rising between them, Rich took a hold of her panty and stretched it to seek for the hidden gem that was about to drive him crazy. He stopped for a while and looked at Liana to make sure that she was okay with it.
Seeing the answer in her eyes, he dipped his hand inside the panty, making her groan with excitement as she spread her legs further apart. His tongue went deeper into her mouth as he tasted and rolled his tongue with hers.
Megan's tears were flowing freely as she looked at them. She had seen Liana look straight at her and knew that this was a show prepared specially for her. Well, she already knew her husband’s stand and she was not going to get into a fight that she had already lost from the word go. It was just not worth it.
Tearing her eyes away from the window, she went back to check on her son who was still sleeping. Her life just seemed to be moving from one hell to another and she wondered it would be better to just resign to fate until the pain killed her eventually. A first divorce was already bad enough for her reputation and now a second one seemed to be looming ahead.
Looking at her bundle of joy breathing evenly in his sleep, his hands holding tightly on to his favorite teddy bear, she removed a strands of hair from his face and kissed his cheek.
If she ever decided to give up on life then it would be her son that would end up suffering from her decision. She promised herself to talk to Rich tonight, hoping that he would at least hear her out and agree to her plea of keeping his lover away from her.
Rich entered the house at around midnight. He had taken Liana to his bachelor's pad after the kiss and touch in the afternoon. By the time they got to the apartment, they were both so aroused that they did not waste any time and went straight to the bedroom.
They were kissing while removing each other’s clothes and were soon lying on the bed naked. Rich was on top of Liana kissing her as he traced his lips down her abdomen. His fingers fondled her breasts gently, making her groan and she opened her legs wide.
He was already so stiff that all he wanted was to dive into her honey pot but he knew that Liana liked it slow so he took time with foreplay. Spreading the lips of her honey pot with his tongue, he licked her and then thrust his tongue inside and around it.
Liana held tightly on to the bed sheet and groaned already feeling herself cum at the touch of his lips. He then wiped the wetness and positioning himself well between her legs, he lifted her legs and placed them in his shoulders.
By now he could not hold it anymore and thrust in deep making Liana to scream in pleasure. Lucky for them the bedroom was padded with sound proof material so nobody outside the house could hear her screams.
Thrusting in and out while increasing the pace as je pounded inside of her, Liana also moved to match him until soon they both groaned as they both exploded in orgasm.
Spent, they lay hugging each other and fell asleep. By the time they woke up it was late in the night so after making love again in the shower, they dressed and Rich dropped Liana at her parents house where she lived.
“Babe, why can’t we go back to the house? I want to spend the night with you. When will I move in?” Liana asked as she looked up at his face with a pout on her pretty lips.
Now that the old man was dead, they had no reason to continue staying apart. After all, the rest of the family members already recognized her as Rich's woman.
He pulled her to him, holding her tiny waist. “I also want us to live with together but I have to get Megan to divorce me first. You are a famous model and moving in with me while I am still married may cause a huge scandal that might end up ruining your career”.
She was not happy with what he said but knew that if the world knew about their relationship then that would mark the beginning of her downfall.
“Okay then babe, I will listen to you but please hurry up and do the necessary so that we can be together”. The one thing she really wanted was to officially become Mrs. Wayne.
Kissing her goodbye, he left her at the doorstep and went back to his car.
He was still smiling to himself, remembering how satiated he always felt after spending time with Liana and was about to head upstairs to his room when he saw Megan seated in the living room and just like that his mood changed.
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds of the hospital waiting room, casting long, pale shadows, the weight of the night’s events pressed down on Queen and Dante. The initial shock had begun to give way to a gnawing anxiety, a desperate yearning for any news about Megan. Wendy sat quietly beside Dante, her presence a silent question mark in the tense atmosphere. The police officer returned with a weary look on his face. “We’ve reviewed the CCTV footage from the campus gate,” he began, his voice low and serious. “It’s… not very clear. The area was dimly lit, and the crucial moment was obscured by the branches of the acacia tree.” Queen’s heart sank. That one piece of evidence, the potential key to unlocking the mystery, was shrouded in darkness. “However,” the police officer continued, his gaze meeting Queen’s, “we did see a figure running away from the scene shortly after the estimated time of the attack. We will continue working on it". A chill ran down Queen’s s
The scene that unfolded before Queen in the periphery of the campus lights sent a jolt of pure terror through her as she saw a shadowy figure crouched over a motionless form lying on the tarmac. Her breath hitched in her throat. It couldn't be...“Megan!” The name tore from her throat as she dropped to her knees beside her friend. Megan lay sprawled on the cold tarmac, her limbs at an unnatural angle. A dark stain was blooming on the back of her head, and her usually vibrant face was ashen and still. Queen’s fingers trembled as she reached out, gently touching Megan’s cheek. It was cold.Tears welled up in Queen’s eyes, blurring her vision. “Megan, wake up! Please, wake up!” Her voice was choked with sobs. "Do you know this lady?" The man asked as he moved aside for Queen."She called for a cab but didn't get in. When I alighted to see what was going on, I found her sprawled on the ground."Queen lifted her face to look at the cab driver, tears welling in her eyes. She fumbled for
The world dissolved into a starless void. One moment, the harsh glow of the campus lights illuminated her frantic face as she reached for the taxi door; the next, an all-encompassing darkness swallowed her whole. The last sensation was a dull, sickening thud against the back of her skull, followed by an abrupt silence that was more terrifying than any noise. Megan’s phone slipped from her numb fingers and clattered onto the tarmac, its screen displaying Dante’s contact. The cab driver, oblivious to the silent violence unfolding behind him, waited patiently, the meter ticking. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, his face obscured by the low-hanging branches of a nearby acacia tree. He swiftly retrieved Megan’s phone, his movements precise and deliberate. With a final, lingering glance at Megan’s unconscious form sprawled on the ground, he melted back into the night, leaving no trace of his presence. Inside the grand hotel, the party continued its raucous crescendo. Laught
The air in the grand hotel hall that was hosting the campus party crackled with an almost palpable energy.Lizbeth moved through the throng with the practised ease of a hostess. Her smile was bright, her greetings effusive, but behind the polished facade, her mind was a whirlwind of calculations and simmering resentments. Tonight was about more than just a simple college party; it was about subtly manoeuvring pieces on her own personal chessboard.Her gaze, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, finally settling on a figure standing somewhat apart near the ornate bar. Wendy, Dante’s ex-girlfriend, exuded a quiet intensity, a hint of lingering pain, hidden in her eyes.Wendy had arrived with a singular purpose: to see Dante, to gauge the possibility of rekindling a flame she believed had never truly died. Seeing him across the room, laughing with a group of men, a familiar ache resonated within her.Lizbeth, ever the opportunist, had invited Wendy, not as a potential ally but a
The grand ballroom buzzed with vibrant energy, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The party was in full swing, a celebratory affair following the successful signing of a crucial international investment contract. Yet, amidst the revelry, Rich, the company's usually charismatic CEO, stood apart. He was a solitary figure in a dimly lit corner, a glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, its contents barely touched. The truth was, he hadn't wanted to be here. The weight of the day's intense negotiations still pressed heavily on him, and all he truly desired was the quiet solitude of his home. However, his position demanded his presence, a symbol of gratitude and success for the visiting investors. Across the room, Liana was a whirlwind of practised charm, embodying the role of the perfect hostess. She glided from table to table, her laughter echoing, ensuring her presence was felt by every guest. A carefully cultivated percept
Queen sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had noticed the dreamy look on Megan's and the soft hum on her lips, indicating that something might have transpired that day. She had also missed classes, which had never occurred before."It must be Dante" she guessed."Queen, we cleared things up." She said as she smiled at her friend and explained what happened earlier.Megan's blissful ignorance was starting to grate on her nerves. "Megan," she began again, trying to keep her tone gentle, "I'm just saying, isn't it a little convenient that Dante suddenly has all the answers and Lizbeth is just… a liar?"Megan's smile faltered slightly. "But Queen, he explained everything! He said Lizbeth was just someone his family knew a long time ago, and she's always been a bit… dramatic. He said he told her to stop spreading rumours."Queen raised an eyebrow. "And you believe that wholeheartedly?""Yes!" Megan insisted, her smile returning with a touch of defiance. "Dante wouldn't lie to me.