INICIAR SESIÓNCHARLOTTE’S P.OV.Everyone hovered behind my mom as my dad pulled out her chair at the table, and she sat down. It was only then that I felt like I was able to breathe again, and I reached out to grab Derek’s hand as if my hand had a mind of its own. I was just so used to him being there that it was automatic, and he didn’t disappoint me. He gently guided me over and pulled out the chair beside my mom for me to sit down. It was such a simple and sweet gesture that it warmed my chest. Pressing up on the balls of my feet, I let my lips linger on his cheek for a moment as a rush of something went through me. I wasn’t sure what it was, but as I sat down, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.“So, I know how you met, but I want to hear about how you two got together. I bet that will be a story you might need to adjust for the kids.” My mom asked, nudging my elbow with her own as her eyebrows bounced up and down.“Mom!” I groaned, even though I was secretly enjoying every second of her a
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.“Charlotte! We talked about this! What is this?” Lydia exclaimed as she looked over my shoulder at my cutting board.“If you don’t back off, I am going to take this knife and…” “Easy, ladies! Everything is okay.” Paul exclaimed from the other side of the counter where Lydia had him rolling and kneading some dough she said we would need for the dessert. Though I wouldn’t exactly call it kneading since it had started as a ball and was now a pile of goo, stuck to his hands. “Is it? Is it really, Paul? You doing okay over there?” I asked, and I could practically hear Lydia’s molar’s squeak as she turned to see the mess he had made. “Yeah, this is fine. Isn’t this what it is supposed to look like?” He asked, before his concern for us went out the window, and I watched his life flash before his eyes as he saw Lydia about to explode. “When it was first getting mixed, maybe, but definitely not at this stage… That’s not right.” I said, relieved when Lydia moved toward h
PAUL’S P.O.V.I couldn’t take my eyes off Lydia as she walked through my living room, pulling her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, wearing nothing but my shirt. My head dropped back, and I groaned as she turned, the shirt lifting just enough to show a peak at her perfect ass. Fuck, she looked so good. I was never going to get over how lucky I was to have her here in my home, in my arms, and in my bed. As she bent over and opened the fridge, I couldn’t take it any more and got up quickly from the couch. “Wow,” She mused as she looked around. “I’m impressed.” Glancing over her shoulder, I stared at my fridge full of food. Up until now, I was spending all my money at the cafe when I wanted a home cooked meal. Now, I had a cook book for dummies and had gone out and purchased every ingredient that was listed in the book so I was prepared. “Nope,” I said as she reached for something, pulling her back by her hips. Lydia laughed, spinning to face me. “What do you mean
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.The feeling of his lips trailing up my body had stuck with me through the night. Even in my dreams, I relived him placing the blindfold on me and trying me to the bed before he kissed, sucked, and worshiped every inch of my body.My limited knowledge of a play room had been nothing more than what I had heard from others and no one really every talked about it in detail. I had expected it to hurt or to be unpleasant at some point.It wasn’t.He kept telling me how good I was doing, making my body get warmer as he gave me orgasm after orgasm until my body couldn’t take it anymore and I thought I was going to pass out. Half of the things he had used on me, I had never tried before with anyone, and I was going to make a list for what I wanted him to get for the house.When we were done, he clea
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.The second the club came into view, my thighs pressed together, and I glanced at Derek out of the corner of my eye. “You didn’t,” I said but I really wanted him to say he did, that he booked us a private room in the VP section and that he was planning on doing the most unholy things to me to make up for how busy the rest of the week had gotten. We had barely gotten to see each other over the past few days. One of us would get off work and then collapse into bed next to the other without another word and pass out right away. Mostly it was Derek. One night I had texted him that I was in his house, in his bed. Security had let me in, and I had been giddy and excited to wait for him to get off work. Only he didn’t get home until after midnight and I barely woke up to him crawling into bed. Guilt filled me as his alarm went off before mine and he had to get up and leave early the next day, too. Our relationship seemed to be added more stress to his work load, but
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked hesitantly as I took my seat, glancing between the two of them. They looked tense but not necessarily angry. “If this is about Derek Moretti, my project with them is complete, and we followed all the rules put in place and didn’t engage in any type of relationship until after we closed out their project,” I said, feeling my heart start to race and my palms becoming sweaty. “Charlotte,” Rebecca stopped me as she took her seat. “This is not about your relationship with Derek, though now that it has become so public, we will need to establish some professional boundaries to prevent any conflicts of interest. We’ll get back to that another time.” I glanced at Karen in HR with concern before looking back to Rebecca. If we needed to come back to that conversation, then maybe I wasn’t going to be fired after all. “Oh,” I said, sitting back in the chair slowly. I should have known everything was going too well. The o
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. I wanted to set it on fire. It took me a moment to collect myself before I rushed outside to the car and yanked the door open. I could hear Justin laughing behind me in the kitchen, but the sound just grated on my nerves. I didn’t want to find anything, but with my camera rec
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.I woke up with a pounding headache that was only made worse by my phone ringing. My hand slid across the bed as I searched for it, but I froze as I touched a warm, hard chest instead.A flash of dark green eyes and a devilish grin popped into my mind, and I tensed as I tried to r
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. Lydia grumbled under her breath as she shoved the hotel keycard into the slot for the third time. The light flashed red again, and I groaned, stumbling to the side a few steps before regaining my footing. We had been at the club all night, and there was no way I wanted to retur
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V"Ms. Valente, the divorce papers you requested will be ready within a week."I forced a tight-lipped smile to my lawyer, nodding my head as I stood. “I look forward to it. Thank you,” I said, pulling on my coat at the door, feeling my phone vibrating in the pocket. My best frien







