Mr. Cameron's POV. The bitter wind blew through the trees, rattling the window panes. I pulled my blanket closer around me, huddling next to the fire. The embers glowed orange and red, casting flickering shadows across the room. Outside, the rain poured down in sheets, the thunder rumbling in the distance. The stormy weather made the night feel even colder, and I was glad for the warmth of the fire. As I sat there, I felt a sense of contentment and gratitude for the shelter I had.As I scrolled through my phone, I came across a headline that stopped me in my tracks. My heart started racing, and my hands began to shake as I read the words. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I couldn't stop my mind from racing. I tried to calm myself down, to tell myself it wasn't real, but I was unable to shake the feeling of dread that was creeping up on me.My heart sank as I read the news. Franco had always been so adamant about his single status, and the idea of him being married was alm
Ivery's POV. Sitting in my room, my thoughts racing, I felt like I was trapped. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me. I tried to take deep breaths, to calm myself down, but it was no use. Tears started to spill from my eyes, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I felt like I was losing control like I was falling apart. I needed to get out of there, I needed to do something, anything, to stop the feelings of panic and anxiety that were overtaking me.With no plan in mind, I rushed out of my room, tears streaming down my face. I stumbled down the stairs, not knowing where I was going, just desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere of my home. As I made my way out the front door, I could hear the guards calling out to me, but I couldn't respond. I just kept running, my feet carrying me away from the place that was suffocating me.I ran until my legs gave out, collapsing on the grass in front of the woods. I sat there, trying to catch my breath,
Franco's POV. I watched in horror as she ran to her room, her eyes wide with fear. I knew I had caused this and that my actions had led to her running away. I felt sick to my stomach, with regret, and guilt swirling around inside me. I wanted to call out to her, to apologize, but I knew it was too late. I had hurt her, and I didn't know how to make it right.I stood there, frozen in place, as the seconds ticked by. I couldn't move, couldn't think, as the realization of what I had done sank in.I could hear her sobs from the sitting room, each one like a knife in my heart. I couldn't bear to listen to her pain, knowing that I was the cause of it. I retreated to my office, trying to distract myself from work, but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was her, and the pain I had caused. I felt like a monster like I didn't deserve to call myself a friend. I sat at my desk, my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do next.I was startled out of my thoughts by a loud bang o
Franco's POV. I put my two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting her hard, Her moans filled the bathroom. I stopped when she whispered something in my ear, I could feel her warm breath on my skin. My curiosity took the best of me to see what she wanted to do, so I decided to obey. With her still, in my arms, she kept kissing me until I dropped her on my bed. “Take a seat,” she said, with a mischievous glint on her face. I was still curious about what she had to say.“Don't leave the seat,” she said. She sat opposite me, removing her panties, I looked at her, my eyes filled with lust. She threw her pants on my face, and I sniffed it, which made me more horny. I watched as she removed her clothes, now she was completely naked, her skin alluring. Slowly she spread her legs in front of me, her pussy visible, with a smile on her face, she cupped her breast with one of her hands, kneading her breast slowly at first, her light-brown nipples were hard. She took her other hand as she trail
Ivery's POV. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid that the events of the previous night were just a dream. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the morning light. But as my vision cleared, I realized that it had not been a dream. I was still in the opulent room, with all of its finery and luxury. And next to me, sleeping peacefully, Franco My heart began to race, and I found myself unable to move. I couldn't believe that this was real, that this was my life now.I rested my head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath me. I couldn't help but smile, reliving the events of the previous night in my mind. It had been unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I knew that I would never forget it.I heard Franco's breathing change, and I knew that he was awake. I held my breath, unsure of what to do or say.One thing I knew for certain was that what had happened between us the night before would change our relationship forever. I didn't know what the future hel
Ivery's POV. The maid stood before me, holding a garment bag in her hands. I could feel my heart racing, and my curiosity growing. Maybe he sent an apology gift, I thought to myself. “He sent you this dress,” the maid said, her smile growing wider. “There's a meeting you both are attending this evening.”I was disappointed in myself for thinking so highly of Franco.I reached out and took the garment bag from her, my hands trembling. I looked down at the bag. My resolve steeled, and I handed the garment bag back to the maid. “Tell him that he'll be attending the meeting alone,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady.I closed the door, leaning against it for support. I felt a mixture of relief and regret. Relief that I had stood up for myself, but regret that I had pushed away my chance at reconciliation.As I walked back to my bed, I wondered whether he would accept my decision or not.I had just drifted off to sleep when I heard a loud bang, followed by the sound of my door flying
Ivery's POV. As my hand curled into a fist, I forced myself to take a deep breath. I could feel the tension in my body, coiled like a spring ready to snap. I knew that if I gave in to my anger, it would be the end of everything. But I couldn't let him get away with saying something like that. I had to make him understand how wrong it was.With a shaking hand, I slowly uncurled my fist, forcing myself to relax.“You can't say things like that,” I said, my voice steady but quivering. “I'm not like other girls, I'm Ivery.”He looked at me and laughed a very mocking laugh. He cleared his throat as he spoke. “The same ivery that was in my bed last night, moaning and yelling I should not stop. What's the difference between you and the others? When I lay a finger on you girls, They moan,” he said with a smirk on his face. I snapped. My hand flew up, landing a sharp slap across his cheek. I felt the sting of my skin on his face, the shock of my action. The sound of the slap reverberated
Ivery's POV. I opened my eyes to the warm light of the sun, filtering through the curtains. I sat up in bed, feeling a slight throbbing in my head. But as I looked out the window, I was taken aback by the beauty of the sunrise, the soft, golden light washing over the city below. The sunlight danced across the room, casting shadows on the walls and floor. I could smell the fresh air coming in through the window, carrying with it the scent of rain-soaked grass and blooming flowers. The birds outside were chirping, their songs filling the air with music. It was as if the world had stopped, just for me, just for this moment. Everything felt so still, so calm. At that moment, I felt a sense of hope, of possibility. I knew that the world outside was still spinning, still moving forward. But for a moment, I could forget about all of that.And for a moment, I forgot about my headache. I felt a small smile tugging at my lips, my heart filling with a sense of calm and peace.It had been wee