Stacey"Hey, don't worry! Just relax," Juan tries to comfort me during this tough situation, but my anxiety is overwhelming. My mind is filled with negative thoughts, and I can't bear the idea of losing my grandpa. Tears start to flow, and I don't mind showing my emotions to Juan, even if he thinks I'm weak. Despite his efforts to be there for me, he keeps trying to calm me down.As we pull into the driveway of the manor, I notice the ambulance parked on one side. When Juan brings the car to a stop, I quickly rush out without glancing back. I observe a group of individuals carrying a stretcher, on which lies my frail grandfather, looking more fragile than ever. He appears partially conscious, and as I approach him, I call out his name. "Grandpa, I'm here! Please open your eyes."Tears continue to stream down my face, but I no longer feel the chill of the cold weather. The forecast predicts a high chance of snow and a possible windstorm approaching. My elderly gr
JuanFrantically searching for Stacey, my heart races as I realize she is nowhere to be found. She was just here moments ago, but now she seems to have vanished. Panic creeps into my expression as I reach for my phone to call her, only to remember that her phone is with me.As I consider calling Roger, who was recently in the hallway, I dial his number. After a few rings, he answers. Before either of us can speak, a voice interrupts from the other end of the line. "Miss Cruz, I'm afraid you might have to come with us." Confusion furrows my brow as I inquire, "What is happening?"Roger fills me in on the situation: the police are taking Stacey into custody for injuring Tyler. My expression shifts abruptly, anger bubbling up as I clench my teeth and command, "Roger, you cannot allow them to take her. Do you hear
Stacey As he addresses me by his last name, I feel butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach. I am swept off my feet, feeling like any ordinary teenage girl falling head over heels for a handsome guy. At this moment, I feel as though I am floating in the air, experiencing a rush of emotions akin to those of a college girl in love for the first time. Despite being a divorced adult, I find myself completely unmoored by these unexpected feelings.As Juan and I pull up to the hospital, I have taken the time to freshen up and remove the remnants of my smudged makeup, revealing a natural and unadorned face. "Do you know that I adore your simple face?" Juan whispers to me as Roger exits the car, causing me to blush at his close proximity and sweet words.We stride together down the hospital hallway, where my grandmother is anxiously pacing back and forth, her expression filled with worry. I hasten to her side, asking with concern, "Grandma, are you okay? What happened?" She turns to m
Stacey Stepping out of the elevator, I glance around before heading left down the corridor. The echo of my high heels on the marble floor accompanies me as I confidently stride, my figure accentuated by the tight dress and my hair cascading in loose curls. As I walk through the empty corridor of the exclusive fifty-seventh floor, reserved for the wealthy who have booked the entire level, I come across a security guard stationed in one corner. His gaze follows me as I make my way towards him. Clearing his throat, he addresses me, "Mrs. Williams..." but his voice falters, and I notice the color draining from his face. Despite my escalating anger, I remind myself to maintain composure and not lash out at the security guard. That's not what ladies from rich societies do."Is Mr. Williams inside?" I inquire while standing outside the penthouse door, anticipating his response. However, he stutters, fueling my growing skepticism. "Uh, I -" Before he can continue, I raise my hand, signaling
Stacey Walking back and forth in my mansion, I'm waiting for my husband to come home. It's four in the morning, and I'm exhausted. I have no idea how I got back here after passing out at the hotel. Nancy, the house manager, tells me that a man carried me into the mansion, leaving me confused and concerned about what happened.Nancy is a compassionate woman who has been by my side since childhood. I took her in after my parents passed away in a tragic car accident, providing her with a home when she had nowhere else to go. She's loyal and trustworthy, and I know I can rely on her. As I pace back and forth, the worry that my husband won't come home gnaws at me. I turn to head back towards the stairs, my mind racing, until the sound of the gate opening echoes through the house, catching my attention.I turn around to see my husband stumbling as he enters the house. He looks messy, with his blazer slung over his arm and his shirt untucked and unbuttoned. His appearance is far from his us
Stacey "So, what do you suggest now, Mr. Black?" I inquire, sitting in a luxurious coffee shop with my lawyer as he carefully sips his martini. He advises, "Well, Mrs. Williams, I recommend filing for divorce and ensuring that inheritance matters are clarified from the start." I pause, anticipating Tyler Williams' reaction."Do you think this is going to work?" I question my lawyer, who nods confidently, "Yes, of course. Don't worry, I'll prepare the legal documents and send them your way." He excuses himself, leaving me alone as I order a drink. Suddenly, a man approaches and takes a seat across from me, occupying the spot where my lawyer was seated."Hello, Mrs. Williams," he greets me politely, and I nod in acknowledgment, reaching into my purse to grab the check before tossing it into his hand. "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Ryan. Just remember, you still need to gather the evidence as the case is being filed, and I intend to win this case." After meeting with my lawyer and
Stacey As I climb down the stairs with bags in hand, the servants follow behind, carrying the remaining belongings. I survey my surroundings, taking in the destruction Tyler has caused. Glass vases lie shattered on the floor, and everything appears to be in disarray. I spot him, passed out on a sofa, having consumed many bottles of wine.I am consumed with the desire to toss him into a gutter or somewhere fitting for someone with his lack of etiquette and basic manners. He dared to beat me and now he rests so peacefully, thinking he can escape the consequences. Walking over the shattered glass, I let the heels of my boots crunch them as I advanced towards him. As I raise my hand, poised to slap him, Nancy interrupts by grabbing my wrist, preventing me from following through with my impulse."You don't want to jeopardize the case, Ms. Stacey. We must handle this legally," Nancy whispers to me, and suddenly clarity washes over me. I nod in understanding, and I turn to exit the mansion,
Stacey “What else do you know?” Now that my words have caught his attention, he leans forward, his piercing blue eyes remaining on me. I take a moment before I finally reveal everything to him. However, he doesn't feel convinced, and he remarks, pointing out my married life. “It's not nice to complain about your husband, Mrs Williams. I can understand your frustration with him -” Realising that this man might be of no use and he is accusing me of being a bad wife, I get back on my feet and exclaim, “I am not here to listen to your free advice, Mr…” I pause, not knowing his name. Then he speaks calmly, introducing himself, “Juan…” he continues with the same calmness. “Juan Martinez,” I say nothing in return but tilt my head once before I turn, intending to leave at once. “Stacey!” His voice calls me and I am paused in my tracks. My eyes are wide with astonishment, and my heart swells in my chest. No one has ever called my name like this. Something is happening to me, perhaps I feel
Stacey As he addresses me by his last name, I feel butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach. I am swept off my feet, feeling like any ordinary teenage girl falling head over heels for a handsome guy. At this moment, I feel as though I am floating in the air, experiencing a rush of emotions akin to those of a college girl in love for the first time. Despite being a divorced adult, I find myself completely unmoored by these unexpected feelings.As Juan and I pull up to the hospital, I have taken the time to freshen up and remove the remnants of my smudged makeup, revealing a natural and unadorned face. "Do you know that I adore your simple face?" Juan whispers to me as Roger exits the car, causing me to blush at his close proximity and sweet words.We stride together down the hospital hallway, where my grandmother is anxiously pacing back and forth, her expression filled with worry. I hasten to her side, asking with concern, "Grandma, are you okay? What happened?" She turns to m
JuanFrantically searching for Stacey, my heart races as I realize she is nowhere to be found. She was just here moments ago, but now she seems to have vanished. Panic creeps into my expression as I reach for my phone to call her, only to remember that her phone is with me.As I consider calling Roger, who was recently in the hallway, I dial his number. After a few rings, he answers. Before either of us can speak, a voice interrupts from the other end of the line. "Miss Cruz, I'm afraid you might have to come with us." Confusion furrows my brow as I inquire, "What is happening?"Roger fills me in on the situation: the police are taking Stacey into custody for injuring Tyler. My expression shifts abruptly, anger bubbling up as I clench my teeth and command, "Roger, you cannot allow them to take her. Do you hear
Stacey"Hey, don't worry! Just relax," Juan tries to comfort me during this tough situation, but my anxiety is overwhelming. My mind is filled with negative thoughts, and I can't bear the idea of losing my grandpa. Tears start to flow, and I don't mind showing my emotions to Juan, even if he thinks I'm weak. Despite his efforts to be there for me, he keeps trying to calm me down.As we pull into the driveway of the manor, I notice the ambulance parked on one side. When Juan brings the car to a stop, I quickly rush out without glancing back. I observe a group of individuals carrying a stretcher, on which lies my frail grandfather, looking more fragile than ever. He appears partially conscious, and as I approach him, I call out his name. "Grandpa, I'm here! Please open your eyes."Tears continue to stream down my face, but I no longer feel the chill of the cold weather. The forecast predicts a high chance of snow and a possible windstorm approaching. My elderly gr
Stacey My body is wrapped in a warm coat and underneath I am dressed in a lovely dress sent by Juan Martinez. I am nervous as hell however this is not the first time I am going on a date with him. We have had our dinners before yet tonight seems a little different. I have a strange feeling at the pit of my stomach and walking towards the car, I feel the hair on my skin rising as the cold breeze touches my skin gently, leaving its harsh remnants on me. Roger stands across the car, he opens the door for me. Just as when I sit in the heated car, I feel the temperature of my body is getting normal again. In this cold weather I am invited on a date with a handsome man and I can't wait to see what he has planned. The car slowly halts outside a lavish hotel and I remember the last time I was here with him. Roger helps me get out of the car and he guides me towards the restaurant, informing me that Juan is waiting for me there.Just as when I push the door open and look around, I find man
Stacey Juan shows up out of nowhere, and I am left stranded. His unexpected presence makes me wonder if he was standing outside the door or if I telepathically summoned him. Upon asking him, he just gives me a confusing answer and approaches me, trying to be dominant, however I have other plans. Tonight I have a desire to control him.My mind is thinking of several acts to play with him and as he is being tied into the chair, I kneel before him, preparing myself to suck him deeply until he loses control. And just like I imagined, he is gradually becoming unhinged. To my surprise, he is letting me command and obeys silently. With his hands being tied, and I continue to wander my tongue around his vast girth, I sense that he is filled with lust and desire. Now, as I walk back to the edge of the bed, I spread my legs open, giving him the perfect view of my sensitive kitty, which is already moist by now. A playful grin appears on my face as I bring my hand closer to my kitty and caress
JuanI gather the courage to finally inform her what my intentions are and to my surprise, she responds calmly. I was hoping that she might slap me or lash out at me because of the previous experience. Now I know what I have to do and for that, I have to leave the city. I am very confident in my decision, I just want her. It doesn't matter if she might accept me only to make her ex-husband jealous or anything else. Once she is mine, I know that I am going to enjoy her, devour her, and bring out her submissive as well as dominant side. Stacey Cruz is a confident woman who finds herself unlucky in love side but she remains unaware that a pleasant love life is looking forward for her. I end the meeting and inform my secretary to reschedule the rest of my meetings and arrive straight for my car. Leaving Roger and the rest of my security guards behind, I prefer to drive alone. This is a matter which i tend to keep private until I make it official. As I drive out of the city, I am reachin
Stacey I am frustrated by his cluelessness. I can't tell if this is just one of his mood swings, but I really dislike all of this. One minute he's focused on me and giving me attention, and now he's ignoring me. He hasn't left his cabin since he got here, and I haven't caught a glimpse of him at all. I overheard some rumors that he's not wearing his usual clothes this morning.I find myself wondering if he's wearing beach shorts, and my curiosity grows with each passing hour. I decided to schedule the meeting for today instead of tomorrow, even though we haven't prepared anything yet. I ask his secretary to let him know about the meeting and join me in the boardroom. Now, I wait eagerly for his reply and get ready for some excitement.As I lean back in my chair, I drum my long nails on the wooden desk, feeling both impatient and curious. The female secretary enters and informs me that the client has arrived. A smile spreads across my face as I leave my office, walking past Juan's cab
JuanI find her naked on a bed with someone else. Her ex-husband, to be exact. But what the fuck is he doing here? Aren’t they divorced? I made sure of it that they are no longer a couple, and the signature on the legal documents was sent to me by the judge who supported Stacey because of me. I made her divorce easy for her - and for myself, of course.My eyes move from her beautiful face, which is mixed with terrified expressions, and fixed upon that bastard who has his big cock hanging shamelessly. Well, not as big as mine. Clenching my fist in anger, I approach him and, without giving him a warning, I start to beat him. Starting with punches on his face, leading to his stomach, and painful grunts escaping his filthy mouth. However, I feel no remorse, and Stacey calls out to me, pleading with me to let go of him.
Stacey As I read the article on my phone, scrolling through the pages, the newspapers are scattered on the table, filled with headlines featuring both Juan and me. I am well aware that Tyler is behind this attempt to ruin our reputation, his way of seeking revenge after I managed to kick him out of his own house. What else can I expect from someone like him?The constant paparazzi attention is taking a toll on me, and I find myself secluding myself within my penthouse to avoid the stress. I have been avoiding phone calls and skipping office visits, knowing that today is bound to be particularly taxing."Are you moving into that mansion?" Juan's voice interrupts my focus as he enters the living room. I have been sitting on the couch, engrossed in my phone, declining numerous calls since morning, aware that they are all likely about the news. Juan heads to the bar counter, pouring champagne into two glasses before making his way over to me.I swiftly set my phone aside, shifting my foc