Juniper wasn't quite sure if her eyes were seeing correctly or if she'd lost her mind because there was no way she was witnessing Audrey and Dylan ravishing each other's bodies like starving dogs. Her hand flew to her mouth to muffle the leftover gasp that slipped off her widened mouth without warning. Luckily, they were too engrossed in their intimacy to notice anything. Without a moment of hesitation, she peeled her eyes from the horrendous sight and silently made her way back to the mansion. . . and straight to her room. What in the depths of hell did she just witness? The more she thought about it, the harder it was to wrap her head over it. AUDREY AND DYLAN?! That was beyond wild. Audrey was the sweetie-pie that was so considerate of everyone. . . and Dylan? He was one of the few best ones, so why? Why were they indulging in an act so insensitive when Vivienne wasn't even cold in her grave yet? Just then, something she didn't want to imagine
Cedric met her willingness with the same urgency. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to the extent that she felt every inch of his strong, masculine frame against her soft curves, with only a sliver of space left to accommodate the gentle swell of her baby bump. The warmth of his chest seeped into her skin, his heartbeat pulsating against hers as if their very lives were synchronizing in that moment, making her feel utterly enveloped in his love. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, he deepened the kiss. His tongue skillfully delved through her parted lips, tracing the roof of her mouth, exploring its depths, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. Juniper's body practically turned to mush by the sheer sensation. Her gasp of delight was muffled by the pressure of his hungry lips as her slender fingers instinctively tangled in the golden strands of his hair, pulling him closer, craving more of the electrifying sensation
Time seemed to fly by real quickly when people were at their happiest because before Juniper could blink, weeks had breezed past her like the wind. . . and Chloe was back home. All this while she'd tried to brush aside her secret trysts with Cedric due to Chloe's absence, but now that she was back, she couldn't help but feel the guilt stabbing violently at her conscience. To make matters worse, Chloe had been all sweet on her arrival, gifting her exquisite accessories that she'd picked up on her way back. And to make her feel even more guilty, Chloe had invited her to join the "Girl's Night Party" at the Bellerose family beach house to unwind. Juniper had been expecting a grand and extravagant bash, but it turned out to be an intimate and cozy gathering, filled with good food, refreshing drinks, great music, and juicy gossip shared among close friends. Chloe had invited a few of her friends and so did Audrey. In no time, the place was almost teeming with stunning
The air was thick with tension as Juniper's foot hovered above the next step, her heart pounding in anxiety. Slowly, she turned to face him, her voice barely above a whisper. "What did you just say?" Dylan dealt her an intense look of aggression, his grey eyes shooting icicles through her. Without any words, he stormed towards her and snatched her wrist in a death grip, forcefully tugging her away from the porch. Instinctively, Juniper placed a protective hand over her bump as she struggled to be set free. "Dylan! Let me go, Dylan! You're hurting me!" She cried as he pulled her towards the annex building. Turning a deaf ear to her pleas, Dylan yanked the door of the annex building open, hauled her in with him, and slammed it shut behind him. Immediately as he flicked the light switch on, Juniper slung her hand free from his savage hold, shrieking furiously. "What the hell is your problem, Dylan?!" Dylan had an awful glower on his face as his nostrils flared i
Dylan had been unrest for the past couple of days, unable to shake off the confrontation with Juniper. He was used to effortlessly charming and winning over any woman he wanted. Why was it so difficult to sway her? He couldn't deny nor ignore the fact that he was attracted to Juniper. For some reason, she reminded him so much of Vivienne, from their physical features to their mannerism. But, what seemed to set Juniper apart from her sister was her underlying fiery spirit and tenacity when she got mad, which he found irresistibly intriguing. Things had been going so well between them that he got the feeling she was just as into him as he was into her. But then, she'd begun to distance herself from me. AGAIN! Was it because she'd found someone else? Was that someone else the Crown Prince? The private investigator he had hired to keep tabs on her had sent him some damning photos of Juniper walking into a restaurant with the Crown Prince. But that was all he had to go
Ever since Cedric went back to being the busy Crown Prince of Forêt-Bleue, Juniper had been finding it difficult to cope without him around. She'd barely been able to see him or speak to him over the phone more than once a day. And she really needed someone to rely on, especially with the recent happenings in her life. WELL, I GUESS I'M ON MY OWN FOR NOW. As she stepped into the foyer, Audrey came dashing towards her, panting heavily. "Oh, my God, Juni. Thank God, you're home," she exclaimed, her every move screaming urgency. "I really need your assistance." Juniper's eyes darted side to side, a little taken aback. "Uh, okay, with what?" Audrey's utterance spilled out in a hurry, each word accompanied by a pant. "It's a package which I desperately need for an audition this evening. Dylan has it. Can you please go to his house and get it for me? PLEASE." Without a second thought, Juniper shook her head slowly in objection. The thought of being in the same proxi
★TRIGGER ALERT!!!★ Juniper moaned softly as she toiled to flutter her eyes open. Her eyes felt heavy and everywhere seemed hazy, but as the fog began to clear off, she noticed that she was in a room— a bedroom to be exact. An extremely strange bedroom. "Where on earth am I?" Her thought screamed as her eyes surveyed the room. She could tell she was on a bed due to the plushy feeling of a mattress against her body. She tried to move but even that proved to be a struggle as her body was just too weak to respond to anything. She tried a fainter approach by shifting her hands but they won't budge either. It felt like something was clenching it in place, preventing them from moving. With great effort, she twisted her head to one corner to inspect her hand situation, and there—around her wrist—were handcuffs, binding her hand to the headboard of the bed. She checked the other side and found her hand in the condition. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON? In t
In the late hours of the following morning, Juniper's eyes snapped open, and the first thing that greeted her was Dylan's peaceful face right next to hers, his arm wrapped tightly around her. But as the fog of sleep cleared, the horrifying memories of the previous night came rushing back in a blast, inducing a severe feeling of repulsion through her entire being. With a blood-curdling scream, she wrenched herself free from his hold and she scrambled out of the bed. Her body trembled with fear and disgust as she snatched the duvet from his body, wrapping it around herself like a shield. The sudden movement startled Dylan awake and his eyes fluttered open in confusion. Unbothered by his current state of nudity and the turmoil he had unleashed, he stirred on the bed, releasing a low groan of exhaustion. "Hey, can you please keep it down?" He grumbled. "I'm so tired. I was up all night. . . um, making mad love to you. I need some rest to recharge my energy." "Asshole!