جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 100

The soft, rich notes of the piano floated through the grand garden. Tiffany stood by a pillar, secretly watching. Her fingers fiddling together as she watched Mr. Nolan play. He seemed completely absorbed in the music. The sound of footsteps behind her was so light she didn't hear it until the warm, bare arms slipped around her waist. She felt the soft brush of Kai’s skin against her own. Tiffany glanced back, a laugh bubbled out of her chest. There he was, lounging in white pleated pants and a matching and the shirt unbuttoned exposing his chest. "You’re going to get me in trouble," she whispered, smiling as she leaned into him. Kai chuckled low against her ear, his voice sounding lazy. "He’s good, huh? My old man’s still got it." Tiffany tilted her head to look up at him, her lashes fluttering. "Can you play like that too?" Her words barely left her mouth before Kai’s lips found the curve of her neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her skin. She shivered at the heat o

He groaned, his forehead pressing to the back of her shoulder, his breath hot against her damp skin. He was losing himself in her, drowning in the way she gave him everything, her body, her voice, her soul. She was his, utterly. "Tiffany... I want you to—" He whimpered, his eyes closed deeply.Tiffany shook violently beneath him, her body still panting his name like a prayer. He was trembling. His teeth grazing her shoulders as her release left him wrecked and vulnerable. It was too much for him. He followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her, his entire body shuddering as he let go.The room fell into silence, except for the sound of their ragged breathing. Hours later, the sheets twisted around their bare bodies. They were still damp from the shower they had earlier. Kai lay stretched out on his back, his chest rising and falling heavily. One arm was loosely wrapped around Tiffany, his fingers brushing absently against her skin, keeping her close. She rested ag

The reception was a vision of soft candlelight and swaying greenery. Tiffany found herself swept into the rhythm of the evening, laughing and sipping champagne. Then DJ’s voice rang out over the speakers."And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the bride and groom’s first dance."The room was hushed as Allison and Henry took centre stage. Tiffany could feel the anticipation thrumming in her chest, an energy that seemed to ripple through the crowd. Henry extended his hand toward Allison, his smile soft, and she placed her fingers in his, her cheeks tinted with a delicate blush.The music started a slow, romantic tune that wrapped itself around the couple like a gentle embrace. They moved together effortlessly, the sway of their bodies in perfect harmony, their eyes never leaving each other.Tiffany watched, her heart unexpectedly tight in her chest. She glanced toward Kai, who stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets. His gaze was fixed on solely her like she was the only

Tiffany shook her head. "No, thank you." She disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. The moment she was alone, she let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. She undressed quickly, stepping into the shower. The warm water cascaded over her, washing away the stress of the day. But the heavy feeling in her chest lingered. Once finished, she slipped into a silk robe, the fabric cool and smooth against her skin. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her fingers brushing against the neckline of the robe. It was new but she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it. But as excitement flickered in her chest, it was quickly doused by a wave of uncertainty. He still wasn’t home. Suddenly, voices echoed from upstairs, muffled but unmistakably loud. Tiffany froze, her heart thudding. Her breath hitched as she recognized the voice. It was Kai’s. But she had never heard him yell like this before. "What do you mean you can’t fucking find Kate?!" Kai’s voice boomed, fi

Three days later, Tiffany sat at her desk, her hands clumsily shuffling through papers as her head felt like a lead weight, her stomach twisting and turning like a storm at sea. The morning had been relentless, emails, reports, deadlines but none of those could distract her from the growing unease that crawled through her body. Her vision blurred slightly as she glanced at Noami and Elle who were going through their weekly reports. Their voices seemed muffled and distant like she was underwater. Tiffany blinked hard, trying to focus, but the world only spun faster. The desk beneath her hands felt too far away."Guys, let’s take a break," she whispered, her voice so soft. Her exhaustion was palpable, weighing down her words.Noami looked up sharply, her brow furrowing in concern. "Tiffany, are you okay? You don’t look too good."Tiffany forced her lips into a weak smile. Her hand trembled as she reached for her water bottle, the cool plastic grounding her momentarily. She took a sip,