Semua Bab My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I'm not a religious person. In fact, there’ve been very few times in my life when I’ve actually prayed. But today? Today might just be one of those days. God, please get this bitch out of my sight.“Isn’t this cozy?” Mabel sneers, her eyes sweeping over the designer clothes draped across my arm. “Playing dress-up, are we?”Mike’s gaze follows suit, his eyes narrowing with judgment. I know exactly what’s running through his mind. He’s probably trying to figure out how I went from scraping by to standing in a boutique this grand. But there’s something else in his expression too—something that looks an awful lot like jealousy. Or is it regret?I square my shoulders, refusing to let them see even a flicker of anxiety. “I’m exactly where I need to be,” I say, lifting my chin. “What about you two? Came shopping for the big day?”I can play nice. We can all pretend this is just a casual, friendly encounter. Like I don’t want to smack the smug grins right off their faces.Mabel steps closer,

We pull up to the house a little after five, and the moment I step inside, I spot Desiree sitting at the dining area, flipping through a food catalog with Chef Douglas. They’re deep in conversation, and from what I can hear, it's all about the menu for Sunday’s dinner. But what really catches my attention isn’t the menu—it’s the way Douglas is practically leaning into her personal space, getting way too comfortable.“What’s that?” Desiree asks, pointing at something in the catalog.Douglas slides his chair closer to her, almost brushing against her side. I raise an eyebrow. We’re definitely going to have a conversation about boundaries sooner rather than later.“That’s ‘Boeuf Bourguignon,’” Douglas says, his voice dipping into that overly friendly tone that sets my teeth on edge.“What now?” Desiree asks.“It’s a red wine-based beef stew. A classic French dish. I think it would make an excellent choice for Sunday’s dinner.”“You think so?” she asks, genuinely curious.“I do,” Douglas

I rip off her panties and fling them aside, the fabric flying across the room. Desiree's eyes lock onto mine, her pupils dilated with desire as she quickly works the zipper of my pants. I kiss her again, this time with more urgency, our tongues tangling together as we struggle to get closer.Her hands slide into my boxers, wrapping around my throbbing dick. Fuck! She's going to end me right here and now. Her touch is like fire, burning through every nerve ending in my body, leaving me breathless and desperate for more.Desiree keeps pumping forward and backward, her grip firm and confident as she drives me closer to the edge. I can feel myself losing control, the pleasure building inside me until it's almost unbearable. She pulls back, her lips breaking away from mine just long enough to whisper, "You like that?"I can only nod, my eyes fixed on hers as she continues her relentless assault on my senses. Her touch is both rough and gentle, teasing and tantalizing every inch of me."Tak

I had no idea what to expect, but it certainly isn't Uncle Bruno strutting in with a sombrero perched on his head, pointy shoes, and an obvious fake tan that makes him look like he’s spent too much time under an orange sun. To top it all off, he’s speaking in a terrible Mexican accent.“Halo, halo, my people!” he declares loudly, a bottle of champagne in hand. “I bring good tidings!”He walks towards me and is about to hand over the champagne when he suddenly spots Helena sitting elegantly on the couch. For a moment, he just stops and stares, transfixed.“My god. You’re beautiful,” he says.To my surprise, Helena blushes. I can't help but roll my eyes. “What’s with the accent?” I ask.Uncle Bruno straightens up, adjusting his sombrero with a flourish. “I spent two glorious weeks in San Miguel de Allende, and I’ve come to realize that my spirit belongs to Mexico. I now identify as a Mexican. They have such wonderful food, vibrant music, and pretty women. But none,” he drops to one kne

Caspian's POVThe evening’s been going well so far. Better than I expected, at least. Desiree’s family seems to be holding it together, even if Bruno is blatantly flirting with my mother. The man’s an oddball, but he seems harmless enough, and I’m almost relieved that everyone else is acting civilized. For now.“Did you know chickens can fly?” Bruno suddenly asks Mom, his voice carrying across the room. He’s grinning like he’s about to unveil the greatest secret of all time. “I’m telling you, the chickens I met in Mexico were badasses. You need to see them in a cockfight. Fierce and bloodthirsty.”“Aren’t cockfights illegal?” asks Veronica—Desiree’s older sister—looking skeptical as she lifts an eyebrow. She’s short, with a sharpness in her eyes that suggests she’s not easily impressed.“Not in Mexico,” Bruno answers. He leans in. “Over there, it’s practically a national sport. Those chickens are like tiny gladiators.”I bite back a laugh, catching Mom’s eye from across the room. She