Semua Bab 365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me!: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Luca’s eyes flashes with hurt when Stella pushes him away like he’s some type of a dreaded disease. A bit too hard, the idiot lands on the other side of the room with a loud thud. A wince follows, a curse under her breath as she rubs the ache in her buttocks. Now, he’s worried. Brows creased, his bottom lip wet as he traps it in between his pearly whites. Luca doesn’t mean to scare her this much. He’d heard everything she’s uttered in her sleep. And how he loves the way her pretty pouty lips whisper his name, under the influence of the drug he’s administered effectively, his cock, that is. For that, she might actually like the idea of being sick if it calls for that kind of medication. It’s a bit uncomfortable, the silence too heavy to handle as Stella’s dream replays in her head. What’s worse? He probably now thinks that she’ll be returning his feelings. Cheeks flushed in embarrassment, eyes on the floor, anything to avoid this man, she raises herself from the floor. The

STELLA’s POV After that unfortunate incident that happened that morning, Luca has somewhat become even more distant. He talks less, gives me the cold shoulder to prove his point. True to his words, he’s decided to let me off. And the last time I’ve felt close to him is that morning, after he’s dropped me home. I imagined his hands on my thighs like before, gliding upwards with painstakingly slow pace, leaving me on edge. But I’m met with disappointment, silence as his eyes remain on the wide stretch of road ahead. I figured it takes two to tango, tilting my head against the window as he drives on. Thankfully, Jamie had believed my cock and bull story about having to do so much work after the main show, deciding against further questions. If he had seen how clammy my palms were, tongue tied but still willing to spew out my lies, he would think otherwise. At first, it’s just days. Days that turn into weeks, and weeks into months. Okay, maybe I’ve lost count but it’s been

His words leave a dent in my head, momentarily steering me away from any sort of reasoning. My feet wobbly beneath me and my eyes tremble in their sockets. I turn to him, my face a mess of shock and confusion. “What did you say?”, I ask, trembling in place. To say I’m struggling to wrap my head around the words that just left his mouth would be an understatement. He hesitates, his eyes flickering away from mine to Zane’s. Probably not the best place to have this kind of talk. But the look in my eyes press down on him. “I—nothing. Let’s go back inside first”, he mutters. His hand finds the small of the back, rests there firmly but his touch is gentler than that of a mother’s. He gives me a little nudge, ushering me forward. I start walking, couldn’t resist my curiosity about the whole thing though. The questions keep piling one after the other. What did he mean by asking if I’m pregnant? What has that got to do with the shadows that chase me around? I feel like I’m miss

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the only sound the insistent ringing of the phone. Then, with a low growl, Luca tears his gaze away from mine and reaches for the phone, his voice a rough whisper as he answers the call. “Hello?”, But there’s no answer, it’s dead on the other end. Luca's eyes linger on the phone as he places it back in its place. The call had cut off, but he knows it's not exactly anyone's fault. He'd delayed picking up, and the other end had likely assumed he was unavailable. A faint furrow creases his brow as he ponders who might have been on the other end of the line. There are only two possibilities that come to mind: the reception, if the information is directly for him, or his head of executives. But something about this feels off, a nagging sense that this call was more than just a routine message. Luca's gaze drifts back to mine, his eyes searching for something, though I'm not quite sure what. His gaze falls on mine, and I'm trans

My face crumbles to the floor and if it could, it does so with a thud. Kiki's gaze is fixed on me, her eyes intent and searching as she waits for my reaction. I can sense her anticipation, her expectations of how I'll respond to this bombshell. Will I explode in anger, or will I take the news with a semblance of calm? The fact that her accusations involve my own sister makes my blood boil, and I can feel my emotions simmering just below the surface. A pang of discomfort settles in the pit of my stomach as I process Kiki's words. I'm no saint, I've made my share of mistakes. But the Sandy Kiki is describing is a total stranger to me. My Sandy is the girl who giggles uncontrollably over silly jokes and ridiculous mishaps. The thought of her being involved in something so deceitful and hurtful is jarring, and I struggle to reconcile the two images of my sister. The Sandy I know is the one who's lain helpless in a hospital bed, relying on me to care for her. I recall