All Chapters of GOING TO LOSE YOU FOREVER: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The ballroom glimmered with sophistication.Golden chandeliers poured light upon a sea of tuxedos and gowns, every aspect of the California grand hotel transformed into a refuge of charity and style. The Vogue Foundation Gala had pulled in the industry's most influential names. Cameras clicked. People laughed and glasses clinked. But everyone's eyes were focused on the woman at the podium at the center of the stage.Valeria Jayne.Wearing a floor-length ivory dress that clung to her body like it had been made for her and her alone, Valeria towered over everyone. Her diamond earrings sparkled, but it was the calm, authoritative dignity of her demeanor that captured the room.In back of the crowd, along a velvet-draped wall, Kc Page observed her. Silent. Proud.Valeria's voice was strong but husky with emotion."Good evening, everyone."Her tone was serene, crisp, and bore the weight of every silent fight she'd ever endured."When I heard about this charity event for the first time, I h

As they emerged from the ballroom, Valeria turned to Kim, who remained inside coordinating the final details of the gala."Thank you so much tonight," Valeria offered genuinely, giving her a brief hug, "I wouldn't have been able to do any of it if it weren't for you."Kim waved a hand theatrically, though her eyes were kind. "Please, you were meant to own that stage. Just promise me this one thing—go home, sleep, and don't even look at your email for 24 hours, okay?"Valeria grinned. "Deal."Kim touched Kc's face teasingly as they began to leave. "Take care of my supermodel, Page. And drive carefully home, okay?"Kc smirked, his arm wrapping possessively around Valeria’s waist. “Of course. I’d never let anything happen to my ever-beautiful, dearest wife.”The evening air was cool and clean as Kc opened the door to the car for Valeria. She slipped in elegantly, her gown bunched in front of her, still radiating light from the lights of the gala. Kc moved around to the driver's side, cra

His hands came onto her shoulders and gripped as she continued to rock her mouth up and down his erection. Helen swept her tongue around the head of his swollen member producing feelings of joy and lust in him."Oh shit! Yes! Suck my hard dick, please!" He pleaded as his own orgasm worked it's way up his cock.She could sense his dick harden and was not going to let go of sucking this gorgeous cock until she had licked all that he could offer her. He was able to sense her tiny hand on his ball sac, rotating his balls in her palm, he couldn't help as his cock began to explode."Oh Fuck Love, I'm cummmmming.aw, shit, fuck my cock girl!" he yelled on deep breaths. "I'm cumming hard!" he told her as his body convulsed and streams of hot white cum blasted from his cock into her open mouth.The pressure of her lips around him was not diminished as the hand on his shaft accelerated it's pumping motion, milking out every last drop of his cum into to her mouth. She swallowed and took all that h

10:14 a.m.Kc's office, Page and Associates MansionKc strode back and forth like a trapped predator. His office curtains were shut tight, light excluded like the rest of the world. One laptop screen glowed on his desk—divided into quadrants of security footage from the gala."See it?" Malcolm Dane's voice crackled over speakerphone.Kc's eyes narrowed. In the lower right of the feed—a shadow. Not only a shadow. A person standing stock-still, long after the crowd had dispersed. No phone in their hand, no expression. Just observing."Amplify that. I want the sharpest image you can provide.""Already on it," Dane replied. "But there is more. I accessed old photos from Valeria's initial runway show in Milan, 2016. One of the backstage aides. see this.Another picture appeared on the screen. A man with chiseled features, half-hidden behind models. Not a staff member, not a guard. No ID to be found.Kc gritted his teeth. "Was he ever officially hired?""Not at all that we can track. But he

8:07 a.m. – Page and Associates MansionThe morning air was tense—like the prelude to a storm.Kc stood by the kitchen island, barely touching the coffee in his cup. His eyes were still fixed on the flat screen on the wall before him.Malcolm entered through the foyer, phone extended."You have to see this. Now."Kc stood up to him slowly."I already feel the headache starting."Malcolm hit the remote.TV SCREEN: LIVE BREAKING NEWS – Channel 5".an exclusive leak amassed this morning demonstrates chilling evidence from Adrian St. Marc's house, the alleged stalker apprehended hours ago in a covert law enforcement sting."The screen crackled to cloudy images—a blurry video segment. Candles against the walls. Pictures of Valeria. The mannequin attired in her Milan catwalk dress.Then: a voiceover—Adrian himself reading—crooning from the tape recorder:"Entry 147: She still wears the scent I gave her. That means something. I'm still real."Kc's fist curled into a knot."They leaked the re