My Boss, My Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 291 - 챕터 300

"Hello, Emma. It's nice to hear from you too..." I answered, feeling utterly drained."I want an explanation now, Lawrence," she snapped.Honestly, my brain wasn't functioning well enough for riddles at this moment."Who is 'she'? How are we making fun of you?" I asked, confused.I heard a frustrated huff from the other end of the line."I knew something was wrong when I asked Jason to work for me and he turned me down. How could you stoop so low?" Her voice cracked as she started crying.It didn't amuse me that Emma was complaining about her supposed lover refusing her "job offer". We didn't have that kind of relationship, and I hoped we never would. I certainly didn't have the time or energy for these accusations that seemed to come out of nowhere. I was exhausted."Keep your mess far away from me. I'm not interested in hearing it," I warned her."Wait a minute! Don't you dare hang up—"I hung up anyway and switched off my phone, ensuring no one could disturb me when I final

I unhooked my bra, wanting to be more comfortable, and I began playing with my nipples. He noticed and kissed his way back up to them, sucking on each one in turn. It was even better as he didn't stop using his fingers, thrusting them in and out of me. However, he hadn't looked me in the eye since I had undressed, and I wanted him to see me."Look me in the eyes," I demanded.Lawrence made a visible effort to meet my gaze, taking in the sight of me. He was blushing furiously, his ears bright red. He looked utterly adorable, even while he had me drenched with desire. I was at my limit—I couldn't take any more teasing.I pushed him down, straddling him. He welcomed me back into his arms, and we kissed again. At some point, he had managed to slip off his pants and underwear, so now, he could feel just how wet I was for him. And I could feel just how hot and hard he was.I didn't wait any longer. I positioned myself and sank down slowly onto his erection. We both let out deep, satisfie

My mother had had me when she was eighteen—a single mom who had faced countless struggles because she had a child so young. I know that for most of my life, I've had the financial backing of my father's family, but those early years of poverty, hunger, and loneliness were memories that hadn't faded. Above all, I had never forgotten what my mom had sacrificed for me, what she had given up by having me at that age. I had stolen her youth and her freedom, and the thought of ending up in her shoes one day terrified me.That was why, from the moment I turned eighteen, I wanted to see the world, go on adventures, and avoid serious romantic relationships. If you fell in love with a man and gave up control, as a woman, you would always be the one who lost.But it seemed that my mantra had come back to bite me. Now, according to Lawrence, I was repeating my mother's story—running away from my own version of Lionel, leaving him stranded at the altar. It was hard to face your own flaws and conf

I was easily the most boringly dressed guest here, yet the moment I arrived, I felt all eyes on me. Around me were either complete strangers or familiar faces tied to the Lewis family, and the latter group I knew watched me closely. I ignored them as best I could. Let's just say I wasn't a welcome presence for most. Being the only Brown in a sea of Lewis supporters put me in a precarious position.The only support I had was Jason, who hadn't ventured into the party but instead stood at a distance with the other security guards."Well, at least they can't stab me in the back," I muttered to myself."Sara?" Amber approached, holding a champagne flute. "Is that you? And where are the diamonds? The low-cut dress? Did you come from a Bible study or something?"The indignant once-over she gave me might have been funny in another context. Amber, of course, was decked out in diamonds with a plunging neckline. We were soon joined by Ryan and Kit, both adhering to the all-white dress code.

I was crouched on the floor, still covering my head, paralyzed with fear. It took a moment, but I finally gathered the courage to look up and figure out what the hell had just happened. With my head lowered, I saw that I was surrounded by a sea of shattered glass. A large vase had also fallen, smashed into pieces on the ground.I wobbled, losing my balance in my heels, and instinctively put my hand down to steady myself. The problem was, I pressed right into the broken glass."Damn it...""What was that noise?!" I heard a staff member shout. "Somebody, come quickly!"She was calling for help, but before anyone else arrived, my own personal help showed up. Jason appeared, his expression alarmed as he found me curled up on the floor. He walked carefully across the glass shards and helped me to my feet."Are you alright?" he asked.He was holding my hands, and I winced in pain as he touched the injured one. He noticed immediately."My hand... it hurts, but I think I'm okay otherwis