"Where is she?" James was losing patience as he dialed Antonette's cell phone number for the fourth time and received no response. He looked around the mall, hoping to see Antonette, but he didn't see her, and he was already exhausted. He's been all over the place looking for Antonette.He was worried when he saw her leaving the mall with a dark face earlier. He went too far this time. He tried calling her again, but she did not answer. Aside from being worried, he was also becoming irritated. "Why won't she answer my calls?" he wondered, frustrated.He was still wandering around when his phone rang. He hurriedly looked to see who was calling, hoping it was Antonette, but he was disappointed to see that it was Sophia. He was about to answer her call when he realized he had left Sophia.When he saw Antonette leaving, he suddenly forgot Sophia and just left her behind to follow Antonette, and he owed her an apology for leaving her like that. "Hey, ahm… look, I'm sorry for leaving you; I
Antonette opened her mouth and allowed James' tongue to come inside. Their tongues collided and began to compete for dominance. They bit each other's lower lips and sucked each other's tongues. They were kissing like there was no tomorrow, and when their lips parted, they both gasped.They locked gazes on each other. Antonette's eyes reflect lust, and James knows Antonette sees the same in his. James let go of Antonette's hands and kissed her on the cheek. "You are so beautiful," he said lovingly, not taking his gaze away from her."Much more beautiful than Sophia?" Antonette asked.He gave her a gentle smile. "Yes," he replied wholeheartedly."Then who's sexier, me or Sophia?" Antonette asked again, this time in a more sensual tone.He stroked her lips. "You are way, way sexier than she is, Antonette.""Then prove it, James. Prove it to me. Show and make me feel that I am desirable. Prove it to me with your body, James," Antonette said sedu
Channy inhaled deeply after applying a bold red lipstick to her lips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a knee-length red skater dress with her natural black and wavy hair loose. "This is the last time, Channy. This is the last time." She murmured to herself. Channy didn't know how long she merely stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her plan for tonight, which brought tears to her eyes. She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed. She made a vow to herself that she would never cry again. She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her. Channy closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them again. She took another long breath before grabbing her purse and finding the strength to leave. It took her 30 minutes to drive from her condo to the hotel where they had arranged to meet. Her phone rang as soon as she walked into the hotel. She instantly scanned the message's content. The mes
Channy's palm began to rub Rome's cock, causing Rome to moan and drag her body closer to his, at which point his palms landed on her ass and grasped her buttocks. For a little minute, their lips parted to catch their breath. Channy was ready to kiss Rome again when Rome carried her in a bridal manner towards the bed and pushed her onto the bed without warning. Channy would rise but could not do so when Rome hovered over her and kissed her again. This time, his kiss was desperate, rougher, and harsher, but she loved it. She likes it when he is rough on her. Rome's gaze was drawn to her clothes when their lips separated again. He yanked her clothing down quickly, although it was clear that he was trying hard not to rip it. Rome was impatient, so she anticipated him to ruin her clothes, as he always did when they made love. Fortunately, Rome appeared to have known she had no spare garments in case he wrecked her clothes. After removing her garments, Rome claimed her lips again while hi
You're drunk again," Cassandra said to her husband, Rome. It was one o'clock in the morning, and Rome had just come home from a bar with his friends, and he could hardly stand from drunkenness. Fortunately, Joshua, one of Rome's friends, and their girlfriend Danica brought him home. She supported her husband as he walked. She made him wrap his left arm around her shoulder while her hand was on his waist. Rome weakly pushes her away. "Don't touch me!" Rome said with his drunk voice, but she did not listen to him. She's used to him now. It's been a year since they married, and this is how their scene has always been every night. Rome would come home at dawn, drunk, and she would take care of him, and then the next day, the two of them would act as if nothing had happened like their relationship was okay. One of their housemaids tried to help her, but she refused. She can take care of her husband very well. She managed to take Rome to his room on the house's second floor. Yes, they
Rome's grin faded. If it was a good thing or bad, she didn't know. But she can't take it anymore. She wanted him so badly. She's been wanting him for so long, and now that she can see even a single chance to be touched by him, she will hold on to that. She doesn't care if he doesn't consider her his wife; she doesn't care even if the one he loves is her twin. Hell, she doesn't even give a fuck if he starts calling her twin sister's name while fucking her. It hurts, but she can endure the pain. She can accept everything as long as she can stay by his side. As long as there's still love that she can give to him, as long as she's not yet tired, she will stay by his side. It's stupid, but she loves Rome. Call her a fool, but she doesn't care anymore. For all that matters to her is Rome and Rome alone. She gasped when Rome suddenly reversed their position. She is now under him. No words escaped from Rome. Instead, he moved so fast, lifting her nightdress to her neck, causing him to see he
"I'm not going to marry him!" exclaimed Monette, leaving her parents speechless. Her parents looked surprised, as if they couldn't believe Monette could yell at them. Even Monette was taken aback by her response to her parents in such a manner. She felt terrible, but what they were doing was wrong. She had always followed her parents' wishes. When they told her to take a business course, she did so even though it was not what she wanted. She wanted to study contemporary music because she has loved music since she was a child. But they had not heard anything from her. She never complained, even when they separated her from her friends and sent her to study abroad. But this one is too much! She can't do what they want anymore. Marrying their business partner's son is too much for her. Monette will never give in to their demands. She would never agree to marry someone she doesn't even know. Aside from that, she can't believe her parents would do something like this. Getting her married
"So, why did you run away?" Bernard asked, attempting to change the subject of their conversation."Arranged marriage," she replied, leaning against the back of the sofa.Bernard frowned. "What?"She breathed deeply. "Papa wants to marry me to their business partner's son," she explained."And you declined?" Monette responded with a nod. "Wow." Bernard's reaction took aback Monette. He sounded astounded."Seriously? All you can say is wow?" she laughed. "And what happened to Señorita?" she asks further.Bernard simply laughed and drew her closer to his body. "Because it was the first time you said no to your father," he explained. And she had no idea how it happened, but she suddenly found herself sitting on his lap. "And as for Señorita, I believe I don't have to call you that anymore because we're the only ones here, or maybe," he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on."Their conversation seems to be straying. And i