I'm in heels so I struggle to keep us with his long stride as he didn't wait to walk along with him. I was still struggling keeping up with him and had missed when he turned back until my fave hit a wall?No, his chest.I moved backwards putting a little distance between us."What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice harsh and his face emotionless."To support you. I'll take it that you forgot to invite me but I'm your wife now, Sebastian and there's no pretense anymore. You should show me to everyone." I say then pout like a little kid, bringing my hands to cup my mouth as if I just realized something important."Don't tell me you're ashamed of me"I nearly lost my act and burst out laughing when Sebastian closed his eyes and let out a desperate breath. He brings his hand to rub over his head, roughing the once perfectly styled hair.It's something I noticed he does when he's frustrated."I asked what you are doing here" he opened his eyes this time.I should feel intimidated by

I was almost there, I could feel it. He groaned, his body tensing and then I felt his erection expand in me, followed by the strange sensation of him coming in me. We went on for minutes and when we're done, we both finished at the same time..Sebastian waited for some more minutes, his breath coming in shallows before rolling off me. He walked to the bathroom before I could say anything.What the hell just happened? A smile crept to my face as I reminisced the moments we just shared together. Sebastian might be cold towards me but there's one thing that I'm sure of, it is that he's attracted to me. There's no denying it.The sound of the shower running in the bathroom reminded me that he's still there. I don't want to see what his reaction will be when he finally comes out. As much as I'm happy we had sex for the second time, I'm still embarrassed that he caught me masturbating.I could feel my cheeks getting hot at the thought."Are you okay?" I jumped up as Sebastian asked."Umm..

Mark looked exactly the way I remember him to be. Dirty blonde hairs that fall over his right eyes, just the way I like them to be, deep green eyes, and the tiny dots of freckles over his nose that you'll only notice when you move closer to this.My eyes didn't miss the fact that Mark has gotten leaner. The last time I saw him, I was his girlfriend, kissing him goodbye after getting that call that I should come home from my father. That was before everything changed, before I knew I'm to marry Sebastian Spenser.Now, things have changed. I'm married. I never even got to say goodbye to him, I tried calling and imagined the shock on his face when he saw the news."Mark…" I paused, not knowing what to say. He didn't deserve any of this. I'm too shocked to even tell him that."Cassandra…" he called my name, ever slowly as if he was in pain. He could barely say it out loud. I closed my eyes, sharing in the pain."You looked…. I mean you dress differently now" he says,making me look down at

---In the dimly lit room, I found myself standing, my heart pounding heavily against my ribcage. My eyes moved nervously towards him, desperately seeking answers to the questions that disturbed my mind.His presence alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. The air around us was thick with an unspoken tension, as if the room itself held its breath.Silence enveloped us, stretching the seconds into an eternity. It was in this pregnant pause that I waited for him to break the silence, to explain himself.His eyes, once warm and familiar, now held a glimmer of something foreign, something I couldn't quite fathom. They moved with guilt, regret, and a hint of desperation. **My heart skipped a beat, filled with a mixture of fear and excitement, as the bodyguard swiftly closed the distance between us. It was a moment that sent a surge blood rushing through my veins, making me acutely aware of his imposing presence. His movements were purposeful and calculated, yet there was a tender

I stood in the doorway, her heart sinking as she took in the all-too-familiar scene before her. Her mother, Sandra, sat slouched on the couch, a glass of Brandy in her hand, her speech slurred, and her eyes bloodshot. It was a sight that I had witnessed far too many times.Anger welled up within me, mixed with sadness and frustration. She couldn't bear to see her mother like this again, destroying herself with alcohol. Tears streamed down I's face as she rushed towards Sandra, wrapping her arms around her in a desperate attempt to provide comfort."Why, Mom? Why are you doing this to yourself?" I sobbed, my voice filled with anguish. "You can't keep going on like this. It's tearing me apart to see you like this."Sandra's gaze met I's, and for a moment, there was a flicker of remorse in her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh before finally speaking, her voice laced with defeat. "I... I just got fired. I lost my job today. Everything is falling apart, and I don't know what to do."My grip