Semua Bab GOING TO LOSE YOU FOREVER: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Next morning, 7:45 AM. The wedding dayFrancis's bellow echoed down the Paige hallway. "WHO MOVED THE GROOM'S SUIT?!"Elaine yelled back, "No one! Why?""It's not in the garment bag!"Valeria, already with rollers in her hair, poked her head out of the bridal suite. "Wait, what?"Kim growled, "I knew something would happen. The wedding gods require chaos."Kc came out in sweats, rubbing his eyes. "What's going on?"Francis flung himself dramatically. "You're walking down the aisle in a hoodie if we don't locate the suit."Valeria snorted. "I mean… it is misty moonlight blue.""Don't incite him," Kim hissed.Kc glanced over at Elaine. "Do we have a plan B?""Of course we do. This is a Paige affair, not a birthday barbecue."Francis, relieved, flopped down on the couch. "Thank God. I'm too handsome to deal with this stress."Valeria looked at Kc and stage-whispered, "Is it too late to elope?"He grinned. "Only if we take Francis with us."Francis sat up. "Wait, are we eloping? I call sh

The sun was well below the California horizon, but a pink-and-gold smear lingered in the sky. Fairy lights twinkled above in the coastal villa garden, as if the stars themselves had descended to witness this moment in their tale. Crisp white linen, blush soft flowers, and twirling candles encircled every table. A string quartet played a fanciful cover of Coldplay's "Yellow," lending the ambiance romance, almost movie quality.Manager Kim was already three glasses of champagne in and emotionally unhinged.“I’ve managed Paris Fashion Week,” he said, dabbing his eyes with a napkin, “but nothing compares to managing the emotional wreckage of watching my best girl become a bride.”Valeria, seated beside Kc at their sweetheart table, laughed through tears. “You’re being dramatic.”"I'm not. I bawled through your whole walk down the aisle. The florist thought I was a wedding crasher with unresolved trauma."Kc raised a glass. "To Manager Kim. The only man who could yell at a Chanel executive

You bring your hand around and slide between my thighs slipping in easily as you lift my leg by just an inch, knowing that I'm not going to resist you. Your fingers tease my sensitive thighs, and I shiver as you inch them up higher, nearing my pussy, but not quite touching it. I know that you're aware of how much I want you right now, my lust. The quickening of my breathing, the intensifying of my moans, the shivers already passing through me have betrayed me.Finally, your fingers almost brush my wet womanhood and I spread my legs in invitation. But you have other plans. Your fingers slide back to my thighs and then, lightly, tickle through the curls between them. Not touching my pussy, letting the light sensation, the anticipation, tease me.Your fingers twist through the curly tendrils of my hair, finally brushing ever-so-lightly against the outside of my pussy. My moans become louder, more desperate as my desire for satisfaction fights with my desire to let your control continue.

The words hung in the air like a promise inscribed across the morning sun.Valeria followed the line of Kc's collarbone with her fingers, slow and focused, her gaze locked entranced upon the gentle rise and fall of his chest. They were still bound within the linen folds of the previous night, bound in passion given and promise breathed in shadow. The curtains were disturbed by a soft breeze, redolent of lemons and sea salt."._think it'll ever feel like._?" she murmured.Kc slid between one eye, grinning. "Come on. Like I've just made it out of the ultimate ambush?"She giggled, poking his ribs. "No, I mean this… peace. Us. Together."He wrapped over her, holding her tight, kissing her hair. "I think peace is something we'll create each day. And when the world comes and takes it away, we'll fight for it."She exhaled into his skin. "You always know what to say.""That's because I've already lived without you, Valeria," he whispered low and genuinely. "And now that I have you—completel

Sunshine filtering through sheer curtains, golden from California, spilled into the honeymoon suite perched high up above the cliffs of Big Sur. Down below, the Pacific crashed rhythmically against the rugged coast, its steady sound a lullaby of peace and renewal. Inside, the faint scent of jasmine mingled with a fresh sea breeze slipping in through the open balcony doors.Valeria Jayne was entwined in ivory silk blankets, her head on Kc Page's chest. The previous days had been nothing less than a utopia—snatched moments etched out of the world, frozen in time and cocooned in peace. For once, they'd understood what it was to merely be—without din, without silhouettes.But peace, as ever, has a countdown.Her phone rang harshly on the bedside table.She sighed, reaching for it reluctantly, not wanting to disturb Kc's steady breathing. She winced as she squinted at the screen.KIM RIVERA – 5 MISSED CALLSAnd now, the phone was ringing again.She took a resigned sigh, slipped out of bed,