As Dylan took possession of me, I found myself unable to resist, frozen in place. Gently, he brushed the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. Then, with a sudden, unexpected motion, he pressed his lips to mine. At first, I hesitated, but as he drew me closer, I surrendered, allowing him to take control. Did I desire this? Had I been longing for his touch? Was it true what they say about pregnant women craving a man more? What the hell am I turning into?"Is this what I want?" I wondered as his kiss enveloped me. This kiss is everything, I love the way he moves his lips and tongues on mine " Oh, this is it" I screamed within me."Oh...What's happening to me?"Despite my inner turmoil, I let the moment unfold, savoring the sensation of his lips and the tenderness of his touch. As he lifted my foot off the ground, supporting me with his hands on my backside, I closed my eyes, lost in the overwhelming experience. A sudden rush of sensation between my legs startled me."What the...
"We need to talk," I stated firmly as I confronted Nathan in his office. He rose from his seat, regarding me with a hint of amusement. "Well, well, well, who do I have here," he remarked. "What do I owe this visit, Mr. Harmon?""I want you to let my wife go," I insisted, my voice steady despite the tension in the office.Nathan's expression hardened as he responded, "Like I said before, that won't happen. I will never let her go back to you. After all she went through in your hands and your family's hands, you want me to let her go back to you? That will never happen. You never treated her like a man would treat his woman. You treated her like a nobody. After she managed to leave you alive, you want her back. I think you're after her life now," he accused, turning his back and returning to his seat.I stood there, grappling with his words.Nathan POVI immediately felt a surge of anger that stopped me in my tracks, causing me to turn and face Dylan once again. "You want her back? You
I vocalized my surprise, my eyes darting back to the file to verify the information."Boss," Charles interjected, drawing my attention. I glanced up to see him gesturing to a second file that had been concealed in his left hand. "Sir, after finding that out, I chose to conduct a background check on his elder sister, Charlotte Robert, to be sure. This is the file," Charles explained as he presented the file to me.I accepted the file with apprehension and disbelief. Could it be true? I silently questioned, my mind grappling with the implications of the information. "No, she wouldn't... she couldn't," I murmured to myself, attempting to dismiss the unsettling thoughts. Nonetheless, I knew I had to verify the contents.As I opened the file and began to read, the words on the page sent a shockwave through me. "Name: Charlotte Robert. Age: 27 years old. Family: mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, brother Nathan Robert, and Husband:Dylan Harmon."The ground seemed to shift beneath me as the rea
Tears streamed down my face as I screamed in horror, "Nathan, please don't leave me! Please!" I knelt next to his unconscious body, my heart pounding in my chest. I gently took his phone from his hand and dialed 911, my voice trembling as I begged for help. "My brother is unconscious, he isn't waking up. Please, anyone, help us!" I pleaded with the dispatcher, desperation tinging every word.A male voice on the other end assured me, "We will be there as fast as we can, ma'am." I quickly provided our mansion's address before ending the call, slipping the phone into my pajamas pocket. Clutching Nathan to my chest, I continued to cry and pray, unwilling to accept the thought of losing my brother. "Please, Lord, I can't lose Nathan. Not now, not ever," I whispered through my sobs, shaking him with all my strength in a futile attempt to rouse him.Soon, the wail of sirens filled the air as the ambulance arrived. Paramedics rushed in, taking charge of the situation as they carefully attende
As I stepped into the conference hall, a commotion erupted as everyone began running toward me. Some were brandishing cameras while others held out papers, their urgent expressions and rapid questions overwhelming me. "What's going on?" I stammered, taking a step back, feeling bewildered by the sudden onslaught."Ma'am, where is Nathan Roberts?" inquired a reporter, thrusting a microphone toward me. "We've been waiting for him for minutes. Are you his representative?" another voice chimed in, adding to the questions."My informant said there was an ambulance at his mansion today" another added. "How did they get that news so fast?" I muttered, to myself.Amidst the chaos, Nathan's secretary swiftly shielded me from the barrage of questions. "Listen up, everyone! Get back to your seats. You will all get the answers you seek. Don't embarrass a lady! You are all ganging up on her!" he declared, his voice cutting through the clamor with authority.The reporters hesitated, exchanging glan
As I opened the door to my hotel room, I screamed as I found myself confronted by a shocking sight. Water was everywhere, flooding the room and turning the floor into a small, impromptu lake. With urgency, I immediately called the room service, and the hotel manager was summoned to address the situation. As the commotion drew the attention of all nearby, Dylan emerged from his room, drawn by the disturbance."Why did this happen to my room? What went wrong?" I demanded, my voice laced with frustration and disbelief."We are sorry, ma'am. The bathroom pipe has been having an issue for a while now, but the staff neglected it," the manager explained, his tone apologetic.Feeling overwhelmed, I couldn't help but express my distress. "What will I do now? Where will I stay for heaven's sake? It's nighttime!""The hotel is fully booked, as well as all the others in the city. The only available accommodations are in rural area hotels," the manager informed me, his expression reflecting the un
I lay frozen in place, unable to bring myself to move or even look at Dylan. Shame and regret hit me, and I clung to the pillow next to me as if it were my only lifeline. I didn't want to face the aftermath, the awkwardness of being with my ex-husband after such an intimate moment. So, I kept my eyes shut, hoping to shut out the reality of the situation.After what felt like an eternity, I felt the comforting weight of a bedsheet being draped over my naked body. I could sense Dylan's presence, his silent gesture of concern. I remained still, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, until exhaustion finally overtook me, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.The next morning, I awoke to find myself nestled against Dylan's chest, the thin bedspread our only covering. His arms encircled me, and I couldn't stifle the gasp that escaped my lips. "What have I done?" I whispered to myself, regret settling heavily upon me. "How did I let things go this far? Why did I act so impulsively?" I be
"Excuse me, what do you want?" I demanded, my voice edged with confusion as the stranger took a seat across from me without a meal tray or any apparent reason to be there.He sat there, a disconcerting smile playing on his lips as he gazed at me, his silence unsettling. "Who are you?" I pressed, feeling a growing sense of unease at his unusual behavior. Instead of offering a simple introduction, he rose from his seat and moved to the chair beside me, his proximity setting my nerves on edge."I'm Diego Pretty," he announced his closeness and touch sending shivers down my spine. "Please stop, just leave," I implored, attempting to draw back from his advances. Panic surged through me as he persisted, his hand on my chin, attempting to pull me into a kiss despite my resistance. I struggled against his hold, pushing against him with my hands with all my strength, but he remained firm, his grip so strong on my chin as I fought to free myself from his unwelcome touch.Suddenly a figure was