"Thank you," Elena said, taking the mug from her. The scent of the coffee was very calming. She sipped and shut her eyes a bit to take in the feeling. The bittersweet taste left a satisfying residue on her tongue. "Thanks," she said again. "I needed that.""Father mentioned that you had got married to Liam Hemsworth, CEO, EliteCorp," Jennifer said after they'd settled down. Her face held no expression and her voice sounded bland. Was she admiring? Or being spiteful?"Yes, I did. It's kinda bad none of you were close enough to attend." Elena chose her words carefully. Even the slightest wrong use of a general idiom could spell trouble.Jennifer shrugged. "It was what it was. But I'm glad it was a success. You have a good eye, I must say."Compliments from people like Jennifer are nothing but gems. "Thank you, dear," Elena said. It was a good thing their father hadn't told them anything related to the real circumstance behind that marriage.There ensued an awkward silence as Elena hunte

The cars were mostly limousines and Hummers, jet black, and dashing in their brilliant reflection of the sun. The tinted windows also reflected the sun's harsh rays, making it impossible to see the faces of the people inside.Liam lost count of the cars that rolled into the large compound. None of them went into the garage, but lined up neatly on the large expanse of the yard. His father had really gathered these people! After about a minute of rest, the doors began to open, one after the other. The first set of people to alight were the bodyguards. They were quite intimidating. Liam was slightly amused as the guards' eyes scanned the surroundings for any threat.It was clear that his uncles were accustomed to being protected, and took their security very seriously. Even in Liam's house the guards thought there could be some danger. Marvelling.The guards lined themselves each beside the car, and as though on a cue, they opened the doors at the same time.From the cars, they emerged,

Liam didn't speak immediately. He sized Mr Paul up. The man was breathing through his mouth now, glowering up at Liam, his lips twitching in anger. "You should know your place, Mr Paul," Liam finally said. "Because you were allowed into our family doesn't mean you can say whatever and do whatever you want, especially towards my wife." "I am a part of this family now," Paul snarled. "I have just as much rights as you fucking do. Even more, because I am older! Have you no respect, Liam? Insulting me in front of these strangers!" He turned desperately to Liam's father. "You're seeing this, right?" "Liam," his father said, slowly, "get out of this place now." Liam didn't look at his father; his gaze was on Mr Paul. Before he married Mrs Rebecca, Mr Paul had been nothing but a struggling photographer, thin and scrawny. And then Mrs Rebecca had found him, brushed him up and somehow convinced Liam's grandfather that he could be a "profitable" son in-law. "Liam, I spoke to you," his fath

Elena stood, and at Mr Griffin's harsh command, began to push her phone towards him. Liam timed this perfectly, and with a deft sweep of his arms, got the briefcase between the phone and Mr Griffin's outstretched hand."Oops," he said, beaming at Elena, "didn't see your car coming. Is there any scratch?"Elena hardly smiled; the questions she had to answer had made her a breathing skeleton. She had traces of gathered tears in her eyes. "Liam!" his father shouted, quite loudly. "Let the damn phone go."Liam ignored him and pressed a button on the briefcase. It wheezed open. The audio box sat inside, the box where all evidence to prove Elena's innocence was contained. But before he played the audio, Liam said to his father and uncles and aunt, "Dad, I'd want to give you one more chance to rethink what you're doing to my wife. Maybe there had been so much hatred for her that it has led some of us into extremities. This is a chance to come clean now.""What nonsense do you speak about?"

Elena took a bottle of olive oil and trickled it down Liam's throbbing cock. Until it glimmered in the pink light of her room. She began to massage the shaft, twisting it, rolling it like a whisker with both hands, pumping it. All slowly, while holding his eyes in a powerful ogle. Then she took it into her warm, sleek mouth. She tightened her mouth and lips, and began to milk Liam.His moans came ragged but lowered. He stared at her with both love and ravaging lust in his eyes. He watched as her head lowered and lifted off his cock. Watching the point where the lips wrapped around it, the special pressure and pleasure around that area was maddening. Not to talk about the sensation around the head of his cock. Elena's tongue did justice to it in her mouth, lapping it, wrapping her tongue around it, flicking it. Loving it. Loving Liam.Minutes later into this rising celestial bliss, he mumbled that he was about to come. Elena poised herself, sucked harder and faster. Her fist, wrapped