I groaned at the warmth of the sunlight seeping through the curtain in my window. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion as I pulled the blanket over my face, craving a few more minutes. “Argh” I grumbled, pulling the blanket over my face. But just as I nestled into the comforting darkness, an unexpected knock echoed through the room. Irritation flickered across my face as I glanced at the clock, registering the ungodly early hour: 9 in the morning. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled toward the door, dazed and disheveled. Just who was the person who would wake me up in this godly hour?! As I swung the door open, my sleepy haze was shattered by the sight of Samantha standing on my doorstep. Shock coursed through me at the unanticipated visit, leaving me momentarily speechless and unsure of what to say or do next. How could I react to seeing my mate’s fiance after the yesterday’s fiasco? Goddess, I need some time to recharge! I sighed, gathering any polite cells I had in my body. Samantha ha

He continued to provide tips and tricks to achieve a smooth and consistent coat of paint. His patient instructions eased my nerves, and I listened intently, absorbing each piece of advice with the intention of mastering the art of painting my walls. Well, duh it's my walls. "You'll find it kinda therapeutic once you get the hang of it," Jake mentioned. "I'm already feeling it," I replied, dipping my brush in the paint. "Seeing the walls change with every stroke is strangely satisfying." "Exactly! That's what I always felt when I am painting” “You must be good,” I said, my focus still on the paint. “Nah, I think I am great,” he joked, “I was lucky that my old man supported me. A lot of artists hide their talents since their own family was against it” “Is he also managing the shop with you?” “No, he was always away, meetings” I glanced at him suddenly curious, “What exactly is the work of your father?” Jake grinned at me, “I'll tell you next time” and suddenly held my hand.

I peered at my reflection in the mirror. I've never been much of a morning person, but here I am, all dolled up. Layla hooked me up with some seriously killer dresses from her stash, specifically for occasions like this. She's got a knack for handling the mistresses of Nicholas, as she claims. Now, I'm strutting in this curve-hugging red wine dress that leaves little to the imagination. It's doing wonders for showcasing my assets—emphasis on cleavage, of course. The hem barely hits mid-thigh. Lips, eyeshadow, hair—everything coordinated in shades of red. Red was my vibe this morning. And don't get me started on my nails, they're matching too. Red. All. Over. Then I paired it with sleek black heels that highlighted my long and fair legs. Hey, beauty was my first weapon, after all. Stayed up late last night painting my nails in that fiery red shade too. So, the plan? Crash that breakfast thing and mess around a bit with Nicholas. I mean, he ain't the only one who can play the ‘What's

Soon after, everyone had drifted into their own conversations, and my focus shifted to the meal laid before me.“Florence," Nicholas's voice cut through the table, surprising me. He called my name in his usual tone, indifferent but I couldn't help finding my name sexy when he said it. The way he pronounces it made it special in a way.

I gotta admit, leaving that castle was a huge relief. I sauntered out after what felt like an eternity. My dress and hair were all over the place. And those guards, they definitely heard something—they had that knowing look plastered on their faces. Frustration boiled inside me as I adjusted my dress and hair, attempting to regain some sense of composure while walking. But truth be told composure was the last thing I had in my mind. It was one of those moments when you wish you could just disappear, especially when you know the guards are well aware of the drama that unfolded inside. Finally getting into my car was like a sprint to freedom. I didn't waste a second. I hit the pedal hard, speeding away from that castle and straight to my cabin, desperate to put some distance between me and Nicholas. My butt was still burning and my panty rubbing on my center added to my frustration from how still sensitive I am. I can still feel his palm on me while his long thick fingers inside me