บททั้งหมดของ Single Daddy's Beloved Wife: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The party was vibrant, Alana thanked her lucky stars Ricardo didn't say a word about her phone call situation. She had to pretend as if nothing happened.Both got inside, after letting the reporters take as many pictures as they wanted. Ricardo was equally a celebrity. He was part of the fashion industry; hence he was well known. The question about his private life came, and Alana was shaken. She had to pose for cameras with Ricardo as a couple, as his wife. She heard some good compliments from people and bad ones.Some said she wasn't what they were expecting. They thought he would marry a top model or famous fashion designer or famous actress.Alana wasn't bothered, she was ready for this, despite how uncomfortable she felt.“She's beautiful, I have to say you have good eyes, my friend,” one of Ricardo's acquaintances said referring to Alana. Of course, Alana felt shy hearing the men compliment her nonstop.“She's a gem to keep, now I understand why you chose to hide her from us…she

“Good morning, madam,” Mrs. Marks said when she entered the room. Alana yawned a little and stretched her arms and sat upright. “Morning Mrs. Marks," she muttered while stretching herself, but something caught her eyes.“Um, how did I get here?” Alana asked with suspicious eyes and noticed she was wearing the dress from the party. Mrs. Marks didn't know what she meant.“I don't understand, madam?” Mrs. Marks said with a confused expression, and Alana cleared her throat awkwardly. “Where is your boss?” She asked while getting out of bed. She knew he slept outside. How did she end up in their bedroom wearing her nightgown?“Sir left early, should I bring breakfast here?” Mrs. Marks asked with a smile, and Alana was confused. Did Ricardo come back? But she called him and a woman answered. Could it be that he came in the morning?“No, don't mind…is Santi awake?” Alana asked while tying her hair in a bun, and Mrs. Marks nodded.“He's having breakfast downstairs,”“Okay, you may leave,” A

(Alana)He stripped off my gown and tossed it away and took off his and was only in his sweatpants. He came up to me. Nuzzling and kissing my every exposed part. His hand moved to my breasts and gripped me gently. I shivered at his touch. When he took my swollen nipple between his fingers and pinched it a little. A jolt of pleasure clouded my mind and I couldn't think of anything. My body ached as he continued kneading my skin, massaging my breast, he continued licking the succulent breast until his hot wet mouth circled the nipple he just tortured.“Baby,” I whimpered, unaware of the words escaping my throat. My hands moved to his head.“Ahh,” I gripped his hair and pressed him down my chest. He licked me and sucked on me. Took my nipple between his teeth and gave me pleasure. Unconsciously, my hand snaked down to my chest and brushed a little on my right breast. He wasn't sucking and started fondling it while arching my hips upwards. He slapped my hand away and grabbed my breastsI

Alana arrived at the Salvatore fashion agency headquarters, her second day of work. It was everything she expected of a place where something so tremendous happened. Dennis parked the car right at the entrance and to Alana's surprise. Ricardo and some men in black suits came out of the building to receive her.“Thanks, Dennis,” Alana muttered to Dennis when he helped her get out of the car. Rocco came forward and he looked thrilled.“Welcome, my little angel,” Rocco said with a smile and took Alana's hand unexpectedly. “Thank you, Mr. Salvatore…but please be mindful of how you address me,” Alana corrected him politely. She didn't like how he called her pet names.“I see, and he can go,” Rocco remarked as his gaze shifted to Dennis standing behind Alana like a statue.“He's staying, he's my assistant," Alana smiled, but Rocco was not happy. As far as he knew, Dennis was Ricardo's right-hand man. Since when did he start following Alana around?“You don't need him. We have plenty of exp

Ricardo was in Santiago's room going through his latest drawings. To be honest, he didn't think his son would ever smile. The previous day, he was happy to see his little boy enjoying himself with his friends. It wasn't every time Santiago played with his friends. His teachers were always complaining about how he refrained from indulging in activities with other kids.“Do you like her?” Ricardo whispered while running his hand through Santiago's hair. Both were sitting on the fluffy carpet surrounded by Santiago's countless drawings. His son was busy painting something, just like every time. He was accurate and always concentrated on what he was doing.“You must like her… Boy spill it now,” Ricardo frowned, it was inappropriate for him to be talking to his son about Alana. But he was bothered. Especially with how he had been feeling lately.Ricardo picked up Santiago's sketchbook. When he flipped it open. The first thing he found was Alana. His son drew her accurately. The contours of