Semua Bab Reject My Alpha President: Bab 221 - Bab 230

“I don’t know. You tell me.”The door opens, and my mother enters with a silver tea tray. “Here we are,” she announces cheerfully. She sets the tray on a side table and begins pouring. “Leonard, darling, one sugar or two?”“Two,” my father answers without taking his eyes off of me.My mother hands h

My mother, thankfully, ignores the male posturing. “Iris, we’ve heard that you’re an artist,” she says eagerly. “We’d love to see your work.”“Oh!” I suddenly remember the package I’ve been clutching. “Actually, I brought something. For both of you.” I hand them the small wrapped canvas.My mother c

“Ow!” He winces.“I’m so sorry!” I freeze in place, mortified.Madame Laurent stops the music with a dramatic sigh. “Miss. Willford, you’re thinking too much with your head and not enough with your body.”“What does that even mean?” I mutter. “I’m not a dancer. I’m an artist. I spend my days alone i

Do I, though? Am I really ready for this debut, or am I just wearing a pretty dress?The question haunts me all day, through the rest of the fitting, through dinner with my parents, through the drive back to the city.One day. Just one day until I have to stand in front of hundreds of people—politic

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one smooth thrust, his cock is fully seated inside of me, stretching me from all angles. I moan at the sensation, clinging to him as he begins to move. The water adds more friction than lubrication, but that added pressure just makes the feeling even more exqui