LOGINLyraI don't know what Dante is planning, but him staying so close to me these past few days has become unbearable.He's probably keeping an eye on me to make sure what happened that day never happens again.Now, whenever I want to go out, I have to tell him first before leaving the house, making it almost impossible for me to spend time with Andre.But not seeing Andre isn't even the reason I'm upset.It's the constant complaining.If he can't stand the arrangement, then he should go talk to his son for suddenly deciding to police my every move.Still, I have to pretend that I enjoy his company. I have to pamper him and keep him from getting all grumpy when we meet. Seriously, that man-child gets on my nerves.At least this baby will be the greatest blessing to ever happen to me.Just imagine, what Dante couldn't do, his father accomplished perfectly.A satisfied smile tugged at my lips.My morning sickness had become more obvious lately, and sooner or later everyone would begin to
ImogenHis eyes were locked between my legs. I was so eager for what he’d do next that I actually swallowed hard.“When you stare at it like that… it makes me feel embarrassed,” I whispered, my heart racing.He gave a small nod, then slowly bent his head. I waited, breath held, every nerve on edge. When he brought his face closer to my entrance without saying a word, I bit down on my lip.His warm breath fanned over me, and I had to fight back a desperate sound. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Still, I could tell he didn’t hate it, his body language made that very clear.“You can scream all you want,” he murmured softly.Before I could fully register his words, his mouth was on me. My eyes flew open and the moan I’d been holding back spilled out.It was nothing like I had imagined. The wet, hot, tingling sensation of his tongue on my already aching flesh was overwhelming. I couldn’t even describe it properly, I just knew I liked it. I loved it.I threw my head back as the pleasure buil
MalcolmI hadn't gone to Imogen's apartment with the intention of doing anything.The truth was, I had been on my way to visit my grandmother and probably spend the night at her place.I had just gotten into my car when my phone suddenly rang.The moment I looked at the screen and saw Imogen's name, I immediately answered.At first, I thought Harmon Evans must have contacted her and she was calling to tell me about it.But that wasn't the case.The moment I heard her voice, I simply wanted to see her for a little while before heading to my grandmother's.Yet, here we were.The second I saw her standing at the door in that oversized shirt, every bit of self-control I had disappeared.Her face was completely bare, free of makeup.Her eyes were bright.Her short hair hadn't been styled.The oversized shirt looked worn and comfortable on her.And somehow, she had never looked more beautiful.I couldn't stop myself from wanting more.Even though, deep down, I knew I was pushing my luck.An
ImogenHis hand slid to the back of my head as he kissed me again, drawing me closer. My hands instinctively rested against his chest to steady myself because, for some reason, my knees had suddenly become weak.His familiar scent surrounded me, and in that moment I realized just how dangerous this was becoming.I found myself wanting to be closer to him.Wanting him to hold me a little longer.To touch me a little more.His free hand slowly moved from the small of my back until it rested on my hip before drifting lower to my backside. It was the first time he had ever crossed that boundary, and when his hand gently squeezed, a shiver ran through me.He slowly broke the kiss and trailed soft kisses along my jaw.My breathing had already become uneven, my eyes fluttering shut as I surrendered to the warmth of his touch."I love those little sounds you make," he murmured.My eyes snapped open.Only then did I realize I had been letting out soft, unconscious moans."And I'm about to burs
Imogen"Why are you so shameless?" I asked after I had finally calmed down.All he did was chuckle."But seriously, I wasn't expecting you to call me first."I bit my lower lip."I wasn't going to. I had just finished speaking with my father when I accidentally called you."His end went quiet for a moment before he spoke again."I thought he disowned you."I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me."He did. I had his number blocked, but he called me with another number. He was about to say something about Harmon Evans before I ended the call."I really didn't want to think about those people anymore.Couldn't they all just disappear from my life?Was that too much to ask?"Are you at home?" Malcolm suddenly asked.I frowned."Yes... why?"The next thing he said made me sit up straighter."I'm coming over. It's your fault for calling me when I was already thinking about you."My eyes widened."Coming over to do what? Don't come."I was instantly on high alert."Too late. I'm alrea
ImogenI didn't even realize when I cried myself to sleep.The loud alarm from my phone was what finally woke me.Still half-asleep, I sat up, reached for my phone, and turned it off before flopping right back onto the bed.It was Sunday.There was nowhere I needed to rush to.So I closed my eyes again and drifted back to sleep.I didn't know how long I slept but the ringing of my phone startled me awake.Before even looking at the screen, I was already convinced it was Malcolm calling.But when I picked up my phone, the name displayed made the sleep vanish from my face.Madam Evelyn.I quickly sat upright and answered the call, bringing the phone to my ear."Good afternoon, my daughter-in-law," she greeted cheerfully.My eyes widened.Wait, don't tell me it was already afternoon.Right on cue, my stomach growled."Good afternoon, Madam Evelyn. How are you?" I asked, absentmindedly running my fingers through my messy hair."Nonsense," she scolded immediately. "It's Grandmother to you.
MalcolmI immediately sat up from the bed, convinced for a moment that my lack of sleep was finally starting to mess with my head because there was absolutely no way Sebastian had just called to tell me that I was married.“What the hell did you just say?” I asked sharply, my voice still rough from
MalcolmShe let out a deep sigh before speaking in that calm tone of hers, the same tone she always used whenever she knew she had crossed a line with me.“At least greet your grandmother properly before bombarding her with questions,” she said while walking gracefully toward her seat, her eyes nev
ImogenI had always dreamed of marrying the man I truly loved someday, but I guess those were nothing more than childish fantasies because real life was far crueler than the fairytales I created inside my head.I still could not believe I was about to marry someone I did not love, all because of th
ImogenMy eyes widened as I scrolled through the latest gossip online. Out of all the headlines flooding my screen, one instantly caught my attention — and shattered my heart at the same time.Billionaire CEO Malcolm Grayson was apparently married.My crush was married.I stared at the screen for a







