Adrian P.O.V
I've always gotten everything I wanted in life, from money to power; I had the finest of it all.
At 25, I'm one of the most successful businessmen in the country. Two years ago, my dad entrusted me with the full responsibility of the company, and today, it's one of the leading corporations in the USA. But the best part of my life is the love of my life, Jessica Martin. She's everything a man could ever ask for.
I've known Jessica since we were about 5 years old, but at 12, I moved to a boarding school in London. Despite the distance, Jessica and I always stayed in contact, and she supported me through every up and down.
During vacations, we always made sure to spend time together. I even remember Sarah, who used to be a good friend of ours. But after I moved to London, she started ignoring Jessica and even asked her to stay away from me. Jessica always told me how Sarah bullied her in high school.
As time went on, Jessica only grew more beautiful, both inside and out. Two years ago, after I took over the company, I asked her to be my girlfriend. With her, my life felt complete, she was not only pretty but also incredibly intelligent and talented. She was one of the top students in school and even got a scholarship to Harvard, but she chose to follow her passion for modelling. Today, she's one of the highest-paid models in the industry.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my office door. Without looking up, I told the person to come in.
I heard the click of heels on the floor and caught the familiar scent of perfume. Jessica walked towards me and sat on my desk.
"Good afternoon, love," I said, moving closer and taking her hands in mine.
"Hey, babe," she replied seductively, placing her other hand on my chest.
"How was your day?" I asked. She started telling me about her photoshoot that morning while I admired the beauty sitting before me. She looked amazing in that fitted white dress, her blond mid-length hair perfectly styled and falling onto her shoulders. As a model, she had a flawlessly toned body. She was perfect, and I was the luckiest man to have her in my life.
"Adrian, what are you wearing to your parents' wedding anniversary?"
"I want our outfits to coordinate since that's when you'll tell your parents about us," she said as she adjusted my tie.
"Well, you don't need to worry about that, love. My secretary has taken care of our outfits. You'll get the dress by tomorrow," I replied.
"Aww, thank you so much," she said happily. "Now, if you're done with work, can we go home?"
"Sure, babe. Let me just call my secretary," I said, moving toward the phone to inform Josh of my departure.
I put on my coat, took Jessica's hand, and we interlocked our fingers as we walked toward the elevator.
I headed to my black Bugatti Veyron, opening the door for Jessica before jogging to the driver's seat. After starting the car, I soon stopped at a lavish Italian restaurant for dinner.
We chose a seat in the corner of the restaurant, ordered wine, and started discussing our future plans. The waiter arrived to take our dinner order. Due to her strict diet, Jessica ordered a salad, while I decided on Spaghetti Bolognese.
"Do you think your parents will accept our relationship?" Jessica asked while sipping her wine.
"I don't think your mother is fond of me," she added as I narrowed my eyes.
"Why do you feel that way, Jess?"
"Ever since you came back from London, I've tried to talk to her, but she always ends up bringing up Sarah in the conversation."
"She keeps telling me how sweet and kind Sarah is and how the three of us should hang out together like old times," Jessica said in a sad tone.
My jaw clenched at the mention of Sarah's name. What she did to Jessica was enough for me to hate her for the rest of my life.
"Sarah doesn't deserve to be our friend after what she did to you when I was gone. My mom doesn't know how ugly her true face is. Once she finds out, she'll stop talking about her," I replied angrily.
Even remembering how Sarah treated Jessica made my blood boil. Because of her, Jessica had to endure so many difficulties and traumas.
"Relax, babe. She's gone now. We don't have to worry about her," Jessica assured me, caressing my hand.
I smiled at her as the waiter brought our dinner. We ate while discussing the arrangements for my parents' anniversary party. Once we were done, I paid the bill, and we drove back to my penthouse.
I moved out of my parents' house two years ago and bought my own place. After Jessica and I started dating, I asked her to move in with me. She's partially moved in, but she hasn't fully moved in yet.
*** WARNING: ADULT CONTENT ***
As soon as we entered the penthouse, I slammed my lips against Jessica's. I grabbed her hair, causing her to tilt her head back, and I started kissing her neck hungrily, making her moan loudly.
Soon, we ended up on the couch. By this time, I had successfully removed her dress. She lay beneath me in her black lingerie, looking at me seductively as she started unbuttoning my shirt. Once she removed my shirt, followed by my pants, she took my member in her hand and began stroking it.
She teased me, licking my erection, and I groaned loudly. She smirked at my reaction and swiftly took all of it into her mouth.
She kept sucking and teasing me with her tongue. I moved my hands to her bra and removed it in one go.
Once she finished, I pushed her back on the couch and tore off her panties. I slid inside her and started thrusting hard.
The room was filled with our loud moans.
We ended up going for a second round and then showered together. Afterwards, we were so exhausted that we went straight to bed. I hugged her tightly in my arms, and soon, we both fell asleep.
Sarah POVOne year laterIt’s strange how a single year can hold a lifetime of change. Sometimes, once I pause in the quiet of early mornings—before Gabriel’s little feet patter down the hallway, earlier than Elias stirs in his crib, earlier than Alessandro pulls me into his heat, I am surprised at how special existence looks now. In few years in the past, the whole thing still felt fragile, as though happiness may slip through my arms if I dared to preserve it too tightly. But now… now our household breathes with laughter, with the chaos of toys scattered throughout the floor, with the heady scent of Elias’s infant lotion and Gabriel’s crayons, with the mild hum of a family built not just from love but from resilience.I’ve long passed again to paintings, easing into the rhythm of designs and cut-off dates once more, whilst Alessandro insists on coping with the mornings with the boys adore it’s his preferred journey. And within the middle of all of it, I locate myself smiling extra w
Sarah POVThe drive home from Ester and Noah’s house had been a glowing blur of headlights, laughter hanging around me like perfume. The warmth of their place, and of people around it who loved them, stayed with me long after we had left and were walking out into the coolness of the night.My cheeks hurt from grinning at Gabriel’s attempts to play the part of Amelia’s self-appointed protector while simultaneously ordering Elias about as if he were a pint-size parent.Even now, as Alessandro unlocked our house door, Gabriel leaned heavily against his leg, fighting the sleep he swore he didn’t need. His little fists rubbed at his eyes while Elias babbled against my shoulder, moments away from collapsing into dreams."It seems that our soldier is tired," Alessandro grumbled, brushing Gabriel's hair back with our hand, as soon as we entered. His voice pushed forward the rage that he reserved for these quiet moments, when no one else could see softening in it."I no tired," Gabriel became
Sarah POVThat evening, the house looked different. Not in any extraordinary way. Ester did not have time or energy for that, but there were very few touches everywhere that made it feel special.Some strands of fairy lighting fixtures glow, and small vases of clean lilies make the desk look grimy. The recent fragrance of ripe bread and roasted chicken from Noah fills the air. It wasn't a grand competition, but it didn't want to be.It became a circle of relatives. It turned into love.Amelia was out like a calm in her little bassinet through the couch, snuggled up in this smooth, faded purple blanket, respiration all slow and consistent, definitely unfazed by the chaos, snuggled up in this soft, faded pink blanket, breathing all slow and steady, totally unfazed by the chaos. The room?Loud as hell.Laughter popping off everywhere, people drifting in, Alessandro was joking around, a few of Noah’s buddies, and even Ester’s cousin, wrangling her kids.Somehow, none of it touched Amelia.
Sarah POVThe air at Ester and Noah’s home felt softer that day, touched with something holy, something fragile. Man, the whole place just felt... alive, you know? Like something electric had buzzed into the walls. That weird mix of warm milk, lavender soap, and this sugary hint, yeah, it just hung around, dragging me right back to Gabriel’s first days.Ester was camped out on the couch, looking absolutely wiped but also kinda radiant in this new-mom way. Pride and exhaustion are a wild combo, honestly. Noah wouldn’t budge from her side; he kept fussing like the air itself might bruise her or their little girl if he let up for even a second.Meanwhile, Alessandro was parked next to me, holding Elias. The look on his face? Pure awe. You hardly ever catch him looking that soft, honestly. He couldn’t take his eyes off the baby in Ester’s arms, staring like it was something straight-up magical, like if he blinked, he’d miss the whole damn thing.Meanwhile, Gabriel, my Gabriel, was practic
Sarah POVThe late afternoon used to pass through the wide windows of the Ester and Noah's townhouse, which spread gold to the polished floorboard. The whole place was lukewarm with a calm, curious expectancy. Even though I spent the last two nights with the esters in the hospital, supporting her through her labor, at the moment, to bring my child home, felt heavy with meaning.A new heartbeat has joined our circle.I adjusted Gabriel on my hip as he squirmed, restless with excitement. He is almost two years old, he was full of energy and curiosity, his curls bouncing as he looked around. Beside me, Alessandro balanced Elias effortlessly in his arms. Elias had just crossed four months, plump and sleepy, his round cheeks squished against Alessandro’s chest.“You’re bouncing him too much,” I whispered with a laugh, nodding toward Elias.“He’s going to think your arms are more comfortable than his crib.” I suggested“Maybe they are. Besides, if I put him down, I think Gabriel might storm
Sarah POVThe apartment had settled into a quiet rhythm on Sunday evening. The kind of silence that follows a long, joyful couple of days. Alessandro was back from his business trip, having left Europe and flown all the way home to Minnesota. After reconnecting and catching up at home, much laughter, much whispering, swooning over the spaces in between stolen kisses, I was enveloped in a love-fueled fatigue.I have asked Ester to move in here until the baby's delivery, since it is not good for her to be alone when Noah is away at work. Here at least, I can be here to take care of her.Gabriel slept well, his small hands collided with his chest, gently breathing, I could hear it on the baby monitor fitted in the second room. Elias was simply lost and started fifty-two, even though they broke each other with stories. Alessandro couldn’t help but go all-in—crazy voices, wild hand gestures, the whole nine yards. Honestly, he looked ridiculous, but the man he was laughing at Elias so har