MasukShe whimpered as his fingers slowly brushed against her cl*t, sending her body jerking with the motion of his hands “Your body is so honest”His middle finger further slid into her V*****a opening, instantly the movement made her body flush pressing against his, her breasts pressed onto his muscled chest with a heat that stole her breath. Her hands sank into the muscles of his back, gripping him with a possessive hunger, every touch sending sparks, fingers sinking into his skin.“Cal… please.”Cleopatra’s voice came out unsteady, almost breathless, as her legs trembled where they were wrapped around Calvin’s waist. The heat of the moment clung tightly between them, the air thick with something neither of them had fully expected.For a brief second, Calvin didn’t move.Then awareness crashed back into him.He inhaled sharply, his hands tightening instinctively at her waist before he forced himself to loosen his grip. His jaw flexed as he pulled himself back from the edge of whatever ha
“Please,” he scoffed, flicking his fingers at the surface, sending a small wave toward her. “If I wanted a storm, you’d already be underwater.”She stared at him for a second before suddenly lunging forward.Water crashed between them as Cleopatra shoved him beneath the surface. Spencer’s muffled protest bubbled up through the pool before he shot back up, hair plastered across his forehead.“You’re dead,” he declared.Cleopatra laughed, already swimming away as he chased after her. The two of them splashed wildly across the pool, their playful shouts echoing off the stone walls. At one point Spencer caught her wrist, pulling her back just as she tried to dive under again.“Got you,” he said triumphantly.“Let go,” Cleopatra protested, trying not to laugh as she twisted in the water.“Admit defeat first.”“Never.”They both dissolved into laughter, water sloshing around them as they struggled.A few feet away, Katie sat at the edge of the pool with her legs dangling in the water. Gal
Simon chuckled, letting the beat guide his movements. Their steps fell into sync naturally, effortless yet intimate, as if the music itself had chosen them to dance together. The world around them, the teasing, the gossip, even the lingering tensions faded into the background, leaving only the thrum of the bass and the heat of the moment. Simon leaned closer, voice low over the music. “I think we might be hitting it off just fine.” Mara’s eyes sparkled, a mixture of amusement and challenge. “Is that so? Guess we’ll see how well you can keep up.” The two moved as one, spinning and swaying, the energy between them growing with each beat. Laughter, subtle touches, and fleeting glances turned the dance into a silent conversation, one full of sparks that didn’t need words. Nevertheless, the music swelled, but Cleopatra’s hesitation was palpable. “No I can’t dance,” she murmured, her voice barely above the melody. “I’ve tried… and I’m never any good at it. I don’t want to embarrass myse
Everyone was already seated around the dining table for breakfast, the soft clink of cutlery and low murmurs filling the room. The chairs at the head remained empty Calvin and Cleopatra had yet to appear. Guinevere sat quietly among the others, her posture stiff as she toyed with the edge of her napkin. Her eyes were still swollen from crying the night before, faint redness lingering despite her effort to appear composed. She kept her gaze on her plate, avoiding the curious glances that occasionally flicked her way, while the uneasy silence made the absence of Calvin and Cleopatra feel even heavier.“Isn’t Cleopatra having breakfast?” Spencer asked quietly, leaning slightly toward Simon.Simon paused, studying him for a brief moment before replying, his tone calm but probing. “Why are you concerned about her?”Spencer shifted in his seat. “Umm… she left dinner early, and I didn’t see her at all after that last night.”Simon’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. “Stop beating around the
Cleopatra glanced at him briefly before giving a small nod.“Sure.”Carefully, almost reverently, Calvin drew her into his arms. His arm wrapped around her small frame, pulling her against his chest. The embrace was firm but gentle, protective rather than possessive.For several minutes, neither of them spoke.The quiet in the room felt heavy, yet comforting.Calvin rested his chin lightly against the top of her head as he held her, his hand slowly rubbing her back in soothing circles.“Cleo,” he murmured after a while, his voice low and steady. “You’re doing well. Better than you think.”His fingers tightened slightly around her shoulder.“You’re strong. Stronger than most people would be after everything you’ve been through.”He paused, choosing his words carefully.“Your parents would be proud of you.”A subtle tremor passed through her body.Calvin continued softly, his voice filled with quiet sincerity.“And I want you to understand something, the accident wasn’t your fault. What
“Sure if you insist, fairy,” Calvin replied casually.He took the plate from Lila’s hands and set it neatly on the dining table before gesturing toward her seat. “You can go back and sit.”A ripple of quiet shock spread across the table.Everyone had witnessed it, the way Cleopatra had effortlessly taken control of the moment, bending the atmosphere to her will. Everyone except Katie, Guinevere, and Simon looked stunned.Guinevere’s lips curved into a thin smile.“I wonder why a guest would want to serve so desperately,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You should leave that for the maids. After all, a guest should remain a guest.”Lila’s brows knitted as she observed the hostility laced in Guinevere’s words.“Even if someone is a guest,” Lila said calmly, “there’s nothing wrong with lending a helping hand. It’s certainly better than sitting there wrapped in pride under the pretense of being a guest.”Guinevere scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive.“Sometimes peopl
Cleopatra stepped out of the taxi, slowly lifting her head as her breath caught at the sight of the towering INK Model skyscraper before her. Gleaming beneath the sky, its exotic design and flawless structure seemed to embody both elegance and ambition. For a moment, she simply stood there, mesmeri
A week later, Cleopatra jolted awake by a message from Katie, summoning her to the INK Model Company. She rose at once and freshened up. Midway through breakfast, her gaze drifted to the wardrobe she had already inspected; nothing inside would truly make her shine.Once she finished her meal, she r
Pheebs’ soft laughter chimed through the room as she scrolled on her phone, her smile bright and smug.“Didn’t I tell you?” she said sweetly, tilting the screen toward them. “The internet is buzzing with Sabrina and Xander’s photos. Four days just four days and look at the traffic. Look at the sale
One of the decorators’ hands tightened around Cleopatra’s shoulder, grounding her in the moment.“If Guinevere were even half this stunning, we’d all be doomed,” someone murmured from the shadows, their voice a mix of awe and reluctant relief. “Thank God she isn’t.”Joss’s smile faded into somethin







