Azalea's POV
Pulling my legs apart, he watched me, trying to gauge the effects he had on me. If my shivering legs didn't give my extreme arousal away, the wetness rolling down my legs to the bed was enough to prove to the most distrusting person on earth that I wanted him badly. The hotel staff wouldn't be quite happy having me as their guest once they came in tomorrow to clean the sheets. He slapped my thigh when my shaky legs threatened to close up, chuckling at my desperate and obvious need for him. “Someone is super wet for me and yet, she doesn't want to know my name." With that he buried his face in my pussy, first taking a slow long lick of my arousal before going into the main course and eating me out like a hungry man. I moaned in agonizing pleasure, my hands instantly going to my nipples and pinching them to heighten my pleasure. The stranger plunged two fingers into my cunt, pumping them like he was searching for a treasure buried inside of me. I realized that there was truly a treasure and he had found it when he hit a spot…a spot that felt so good that I screamed out, gripping the sheets tightly to release some of the tension in my body. My plan wasn't successful when the tension in me increased as his tongue and fingers did wonders. My toes curled and my eyes saw stars as I reached my climax, combusting into his mouth. He licked every single drop of my release, mumbling something about how good I tasted in between. Once he was done, he came back up, kissing me and forcing me to taste my own release on his mouth. My wandering hands moved to his briefs, putting my hands under and gripping his hard dick, making him groan in pleasure. I stroked him a few times before he took my hands off to take his boxers off. My eyes widened dramatically when I took in his full length, the angry head of his cock oozing precum. How the hell was that going to fit inside me? I decided to voice out my fears. “I…don't…I really don't think that would fit inside me." I stuttered quietly, not taking my eyes off his dick. He watched me silently, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Are you a virgin…you are a virgin, aren't you?" I shaked my head, blushing in embarrassment. “No, I'm not a virgin. I've just never seen one this big." Not like I've seen much, I've only ever had sex with one man and it hadn't felt close to being half as good as what I felt when he ate me out. “Oh, okay. I guess you haven't been with a real man then. Let me show you what it feels like." He placed my legs on his shoulder, angling it to the perfect position to take him in. I sucked in a breath, holding it till I felt the tip of his cock on my entrance. He lubed his dick with my wetness before slowly pushing his head in and then pushing the rest in. “You are so fucking tight…like a virgin." He groaned, pushing himself more as my pussy attempted to reject him. He managed to push into me, stretching me open and not stopping until I could not take more of him. A moan slipped out of my mouth as the pleasure made me lose focus. He stopped for a few seconds, giving me time to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in. I angled my hips, giving him more opportunity to hit the right places in me. His movements were slow and controlled at first but soon, he lost control, pumping into me with reckless abandon. The bed rocked and continuously slammed against the wall to the rhythm of his thrust, making me feel like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't control my screams of pleasure as he fucked me like we were enemies, reaching places in me that I didn't know existed. I enjoyed his thrusts, his touch, his mouth on mine as he moved even faster. My pleasure built up faster than the first time and soon, I found myself screaming louder than a stereo as I came undone under him. He pulled out, flipped me over until I'm lying on my stomach, pushed my ass up, and thrust right back into me, going even faster than before. He gripped my hips, his nails digging into my skin as he pulled me back to meet his thrust. I buried my face in the bed, trying to reduce my scream of pleasure. My action displeased him and he grabbed my hair and and pulled me closer to his chest until he was able to whisper into my ears while still pumping into me. “Let me hear you scream." I screamed and moaned so much I got scared my voice box would burst. I screamed so much that I got scared the whole hotel would heard me. He frantically thrusted inside me until he reached his climax, blowing up inside me, his climax causing another body shattering climax to rip through my body. It was at that moment that I remembered one extremely important thing we both forgot in our desperately horny state. A condom. We forgot to use a condom. "You didn't use protection!" I exclaimed, my voice sounding hoarse from all the screaming. "Relax, beautiful. I'm clean." He said in a calm manner as he placed a kiss on my butt cheek. "Umm, I'm sure I'm clean too." I told him. I didn't think too much about it as I let myself turn to mush as he rode us through our orgasms, my eyes closing in satisfaction. I would just take contraceptives the moment I got home. Home! Home! I'm late! I had gone way past my curfew. My eyes snapped open and I immediately became sober when I remembered the fact that not only did I stay out late, I also didn't tell them where I'd be going and why I'd be staying late. They were going to kill me. My tired body gained strength from wherever and I suddenly pushed myself away from him, hastily putting my clothes back on and trying to look as decent as ever, especially since I was now pantie-less. “What the hell are you doing?" He asked, confusing written all over his face, watching me desperately trying to get my clothes on. “Why? Why would you…" I ran out of the room, shutting him off. I could hear him running around the room, shuffling to get his clothes on and run after me. I quickly ran down, taking a route I knew he wouldn't think of passing so that he wouldn't catch up with me. I stop a cab, give the driver my address, silently praying that my parents and sister were fast asleep and didn't notice my absence. Knowing my fate, I doubt that would happen. I was almost positive that they were patiently waiting for me to come home so that they could tear me into shreds. My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I prayed to God that the universe would be on my side for once in my lifetime.Escola's POVWatching him rush after Azalea, something twisted in my chest. I almost couldn’t believe it. Seeing Ace Black, yes, Ace Black, the man my father wanted me to marry in support of his campaign, dashing after her like that made my heart flutter in a way I didn't expect.Why was I jealous? What the hell was wrong with me?In my mind, I had pictured someone else entirely. A rich, cold-blooded heir, puffed-up, full of himself, a caricature of arrogance. But it turned out to be Ace, and he looked utterly different in person tonight. His shirt was slightly rumpled, sleeves rolled up, and his face was etched with concern and panic that went beyond play-acting when he saw Azalea. I realized then I was drawn to something real. His worry, his immediate reaction… it touched something inside me.Even earlier at the bar when his text, “You’re late,” flashed on my phone, I’d felt irritated. I thought, 'Who does he think he is?' I sat in the car and was deliberately a few minutes late
Ace's POV The chair I was sitting on fell backward with a loud, awkward clatter. My heart slammed hard against my ribcage, and from the look on Escola’s face, I wasn’t the only one shocked.“What happened?” Escola asked, turning around to follow my frozen stare.I barely heard her. My eyes were locked on Azalea, the one woman I had desperately hoped wouldn’t be here tonight, not like this, not seeing what she just saw.Her friend was jogging towards her, worry plastered all over her face.I didn't even think twice. My body moved on its own as I followed them, weaving past people, ignoring the lingering stares and whispered conversations.I wanted to explain. I needed to.I had only just arrived at that table. Escola was joking, hell, I was about to shut her down myself. I wasn’t here to get married, wasn’t here to follow my father’s ridiculous plan. And despite everything, despite how much of a wreck I was, I found myself getting attached to Azalea more than I ever thought possible.
Azalea's POV“Oh my goodness, look at the stars,” Lara exclaimed as we sat by the pool, completely exhausted from today’s activities.Even though I was pregnant, I didn’t let that stop me from having fun. I swam and even went to the game yard. It had been such a long time since I played soccer, and of course, we started the day with spa treatments. That was the very first thing we went for. My body still felt soft from the massage, but my legs were screaming from all the soccer.“I’m so exhausted,” I groaned, not taking my eyes off the stars Lara was pointing at.“Of course, you should be,” she laughed, shaking her head at me. “You’re carrying a whole human inside you and you did all that? I’m so proud of you,” she grinned, her smile stretching wide across her face.I returned her smile, feeling that familiar warmth in my chest. She stood up carefully and stretched out her hands to me. “Let’s go back to the room,” she said.“And maybe grab some drinks,” I winked, teasing her.“Nope,”
Ace's POV I sat in my car in the parking lot, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had turned white.“Please, do this for your dad.” My mom’s voice echoed in my head. She sounded soft and tired from the phone call earlier.I let my head fall back against the seat, staring at the roof of the car, like it could somehow give me answers. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to hand over my company like some peace offering to the man who never saw me as enough.The same man who spent years building his empire while tearing down every ounce of self-worth I ever had.And yet… my mom. After all the years. After all the bruises, seen and unseen, she still begged on his behalf.I squeezed my eyes shut, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth started to ache. The steering wheel creaked under my grip, and before I could stop myself, my fist slammed into it.The sharp sting in my knuckles barely scratched the surface of the storm brewing inside me.I sh
Azalea's POVIt was a brilliant sunny morning, one of those rare days when the sky looked immense and my heart hinted at hope. Lara and I had turned my room upside down, rifling through every dress, every touch of fabric in search of something perfect. I’d just told her about Ace showing up at my door, unannounced, helped assemble the baby playset, and left flowers. She dropped a sunflower yellow dress onto the bed, her eyes wide."Oh my goodness, he did all that?" Her voice was full of both awe and skepticism."Yes," I confirmed, lifting a pastel pink dress, just brilliant enough for a resort opening without being too showy. I turned toward her, trying to decide.“He came here to me, like that,” I said softly.Lara walked over and gathered me in a hug. “He’s the father of your baby,” she replied, half laughing, half reassuring. “And he showed up and built a play set for it. That’s more than most men do.”I bit my lip, nervous but strangely comforted. “I still feel so confused.”“Of
Ace's POVIt didn’t go how I pictured it.Honestly, I thought I’d be standing on the porch right now, humiliated, maybe with flowers thrown in my face and the door slammed shut.I’d prepared for that.I told myself I’d deserve it.But here I was, sitting in her living room, organizing the baby playhouse, like some suburban dad who actually had his life together.The playset clicked into place as I tightened the last piece. It wasn’t rocket science, but for some reason, my heart swelled with this weird, unfamiliar pride when I looked at it all done.Azalea hovered nearby, her arms crossed, watching me. She offered to grab me something to drink, but I waved her off.“I’ll get it,” I told her. “Relax.”Without thinking twice, I made my way to the kitchen like I’d been there before, like I belonged here, even though part of me knew I didn’t.The kitchen was small, but cozy, just like the rest of her place. Warm, welcoming. It screamed home.I could hear her footsteps behind me as she foll