Her story started long before she started working at The Sky Launch... Screw fairytales. The only reward Gwen Anders got from her rough childhood was a thick skin and hard heart. She’s content with her daily grind managing a top NYC nightclub—Eighty-Eighth Floor. So hers isn’t a happily ever after. She doesn’t believe in those anyway. Then she meets J.C. The rich, smooth talking playboy is the sexiest thing that Gwen has ever encountered, but she’s not interested in a night-in-shining latex. But when a family tragedy pushes her to the brink, it’s J.C. who’s there to teach her a new method of survival, one based on following primal urges and desires. His no-strings-attached lessons require her to abandon her constant need for control. Her carefully built walls are obliterated. Gwen discovers there’s a beautiful world outside her prison. Freedom is exhilarating—and terrifying. When she starts to feel something for J.C., she fears for her heart. Especially as she realizes that he has secrets of his own. Secrets that don't want to set him free.
View More“No thanks,” she teases, taking the baby from my arms. “Now I have to cuddle with Jake.”I watch her as she carries him to the rocking chair, looking happy in a way that even the best orgasm can't achieve. She hums a lullaby, soft and quiet, and gently rocks him up and down.She is wonderful. She doesn't realize how wonderful it is, and that's half of her charm. In the year since we've been married, not a day goes by that I don't think about how I almost ruined everything. How I almost gave up on all of this because I was convinced it was the right thing to do. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, but this was by far the most idiotic thing. And I couldn't even blame it on alcohol or a knee-jerk reaction, because I had thought it through. I had planned it. If I just imagine what my life would be like without her...My God, I was such a damn idiot. It's lucky she took me back. And if I ever forget, she'll remind me. Regularly.When I have tried to analyze the motives that moved
epilogueShe's about to come now, she'll come soon. She stopped panting and her body stiffened. Soon her orgasm will make her tremble. She looks so beautiful - a moment before, when she knows it's about to overwhelm her and she can't do anything about it except prepare for it.I want to kiss her, but I want to hear her scream even more.But she doesn't. Her face contorts into a grimace and her neck tenses as she throws her head back in ecstatic agony, but she makes no sound.I'm impressed and irritated at the same time.I lower my gaze to watch my cock slide in and out of her, now slick with her juices.“You like that,” she whispers, and my gaze returns to her face, amazed that she’s speaking. This orgasm almost tore her to pieces. She shouldn't be able to think, let alone speak.But somehow she can.“You think it’s hot when I cum all over your cock?”I do, however. "It's even hotter when you say it." Incredibly hot, and that's all I need to reach my orgasm. Moaning, I push myself unc
I spent the rest of the evening happier than I had ever been in my life. Ben and Laynie gave speeches and Norma secretly gave me a glass of non-alcoholic champagne so I could take part in the toast. After a delicious meal prepared by the new chef, we cut the wedding cake. JC behaved politely as he gave me my piece to bite off. Me, however, less so. I smeared buttercream on his face and didn't even regret it.We separated for a while so we could talk to our guests individually. "Chandler told me to give you both his warmest regards," Laynie told me when we were alone. "I hope you don't mind me mentioning him, but I want him to tell you that he thought it would be better not to come."»I can completely understand that. It was probably a wise decision.”“Congratulations,” said Hudson, joining us. He put his arm around his wife. "I hear there's more than one reason to celebrate."There were a lot, but I knew he was referring to my pregnancy.“But H,” Laynie scolded him, “that was supposed
I pulled away from his grasp and crossed my arms over my chest. »Don't even try to charm your way out of the affair. I'm pissed off. You're lucky I didn't know you were there until everyone was ready, otherwise there might not have been a wedding at all.'"Do not say that. I can't stand this.'»You can't stand it? And what about me? Have you even thought about me?” My voice sounded shrill and I wouldn't have been surprised if the driver and Drew could hear me even though the partition between us was closed."I was just thinking about you." He leaned in to kiss my shoulder. »And I did it wrong. I admit that. I did it completely wrong. You can hold that against me for the rest of our lives together, Mrs. Bruzzo.”"JC!" His seductive smile only annoyed me more. »I'm not that easy to appease. I hope there's a sofa where we sleep tonight, because I'm not at all sure I'll let you in my bed.'"I'll sleep on the floor every night if you just tell me you still love me." He gently ran his finge
TwentythreeChapter Twenty-ThreeThen the acoustic version of Yeah Yeah Yeah's "Wedding Song" played, and now it was my turn. I entered the hallway. Mine and JC's eyes immediately met. It took all my self-control not to run towards him, and I concentrated on matching my steps to the slow rhythm of the music. I had chosen the song myself without realizing how accurate the lyrics were until I heard them now. JC was the air I breathed, and even though I had learned that I could live without him, I was struck by how well the singer expressed my feelings.Finally I reached him and fell into his arms, not caring about the spectators behind us or what was expected of us at the moment. Maybe it was him who took me in his arms. All I was aware of was that he was holding me tight and holding me close to him with his good arm, as if he never wanted to let me go."I just couldn't go without you," he whispered quietly. "I tried. I swear that. I wanted to be the man who could give you up so you cou
I laughed. »You can be anything you want. But you will regret this offer because I will accept it. I will desperately need any help.”“I won't be sorry. And you won't need me at all. JC will spoil you so much. But you know that. I’m sure he’s overjoyed.”"Yes. Overjoyed.” That wasn’t a lie either – he was really excited. But it hurt to mention it now. So I took our conversation in a different direction. "So. That's why I'm so tired. And so emotional. And I’m more worried than ever because Mennezzo is on the loose.”"Correct. Naturally. That's understandable." She stood in front of me and ran her hands up and down my bare arms to calm me down. »JC will ensure your safety. Hudson can help reinforce it if you're not convinced it's enough. And just think – tomorrow you will already be married. And then you go on your honeymoon. You can escape all the stress and relax a little. And then in twenty-six weeks you'll have a baby. What could be nicer?”"Absolutely nothing," I replied, and while
When I finally dragged myself to bed, the sun was already rising. I was completely physically and mentally exhausted - a disadvantage of not having isolated myself as I usually did. I had almost decided to sleep in the guest room because I was afraid of how lonely I would feel without him in our huge double bed. In a rush of stubbornness, I rejected the idea. After all, it was my bed and I wasn't going to let his shitty decision drive me out of it.The bed was still unmade and that's why I didn't notice the note that was folded on his pillow before I had already laid down. “Goddamnit,” I muttered to myself. I was totally obsessed again, even though I hadn't even read it yet. I was sure it would be an apology. A failed attempt to justify his actions. And how did he get here anyway? While I was asleep on the sofa? Had one of his bodyguards put him down when I was in the hospital?However. It was just some nonsense. And I've had enough of that now.I left him on the pillow and turned my
"Yes." Wherever he was, at least I knew that. But it was little consolation. In some ways it would have been easier for me if he had died. Then I would know that he had had no choice but to leave me. As things stood, he had done it voluntarily.How could he do this to me? How could he leave me pregnant alone? Tears welled up in my eyes.Chandler spontaneously opened his arms to wrap around me, but seemed to change his mind. »I don't know what to do. Do you mind if I hug you?”I shook my head. I needed human warmth. Needed a shoulder to cry on. Chandler liked me and I had no qualms about leaning on him because he was there for me and JC wasn't.Chandler wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Gwenny," he said, rocking me gently back and forth. "I should not have come. You can’t use that at all right now.”I turned my face to the side so he could hear me. "Quite the opposite. This is exactly what I need right now.”»I don't mean that hug. I mean, I s
She was about to hang up, but I stopped her. "I love you, sis." I paused and swallowed before I could continue. »Not only because you always take care of me, but also because you are a wonderful person.«We didn't talk about our feelings for each other often and I was worried my confession would be taken as a red flag. Luckily, I had a semi-disaster to motivate me when I needed to explain it.I didn't have to. “I love you too, Gwen. Not just because you let me boss you around, but because you're not without it either. Take a break. And eat something. I’ll see you on Sunday morning.”I spent the rest of the afternoon updating my inbox and pacing and munching on fruit and crackers. It was half past four when my eyelids began to feel heavy. I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes, just for a minute.When I opened it again it was ten past eight.I jumped up, cursing. I had to be on my way within the next fifteen minutes so that I could get to the hospital before visiting hours ended
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