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ROXANNE POV"Do you still have the pills, kitten?" He gently tilted my chin up with his free hand for me to look him in the eyes. I slowly nodded as I remembered how he thoughtfully had them prescribed for me, the other day. "Good girl." He murmured as he rubbed his warm tip against my wetness, before he pushed inside slowly. I gasped sharply, feeling as he squeezed himself into me while placing soft kisses on my face with hushed words. He started moving slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation while he slightly tugged my dress up to my waist. Then, he pulled back to watch himself sliding in and out of my entrance. I bit down harder on my lip, feeling as his length grew thicker and harder. "So...fucking tight..." His hips snapped forward suddenly, going deep and a sharp moan slipped from my lips. He pushed deeper inside me, filling me completely while he spread my legs a bit wider and I gripped onto his arm as a louder moan echoed from my lips."Damien..." I almost sc

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

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ROXANNE POV I crouched beside the folding table, making a few final adjustments to Angelina’s pop-up solar system while she skipped in circles around me and Fred. Her handwriting was proudly scribbled on the little presentation display cards. "Watch the corner, Angel." I said as she twirled too close to the edge. She just giggled and twirled in the opposite direction. Fred was beside me, squatting to re-tape one of the display labels that had peeled up at the corner. "There you go, kiddo." He said with a soft pat to the top of her head. Angelina lit up like a bulb. "Thanks, Uncle Fred!" She grinned, then dropped to her knees to examine her model up close. "It’s perfect!" I gave Fred a grateful look, and when Angel wandered off to look at someone else’s display, I leaned in close. "Where’s Damien?" I asked, keeping my tone casual, too casual, maybe. Fred exhaled, scratching the back of his neck. "He’s going to be here." "That wasn’t an answer." Fred straighte

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

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ROXANNE POV After another kid wrapped up their presentation which was a cute paper diorama of a dinosaur park, his parents clapped a little too loud. I smiled, barely as I crossed my legs and kept my eyes glued to the stage. Damien didn’t even flinch beside me. He was doing his usual stoic act, but I could feel his gaze shift toward me now and then, like a loaded question. I didn’t acknowledge it. Not yet. Not after he almost didn’t show. My smiles were reserved only for the kids. The applause died down, and Ms. Carter's cheerful voice echoed through the mic, "And now, we have Angelina Raphaël with her project titled Our Solar Family!" Angelina perked up in her seat. Her small hand immediately reached out for Damien’s, tugging it. He stood, giving me one last unreadable look before walking his daughter up to the mic. I folded my arms across my chest, watching. Damien gently leaned down and said something into Angel's ear. She looked up at him and nodded shyly, then took th

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

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ROXANNE POVI sat on the edge of my bed, flipping slowly through the therapy program booklet Thomas had handed me earlier. There were tabs, glossy pamphlets, and typed-up summaries tucked inside like he was expecting me to pick a whole damn university course. He said Damien would handle the costs and arrangements, that all I had to do was choose. But truthfully? I didn't care which program it was. I just wanted someone who could help me unlock the pieces of my past, the twelve years that were nothing but a blur before that car crash.That crash that almost killed me. That crash that apparently stole my mother. And left me in the hands of Garry and his twisted lies.I rubbed my forehead, tossing the booklet onto the sheets beside me. It flopped open to a page about cognitive reprocessing or something like that. As if that could undo years of someone else painting over your life with bullshit.Then the door to my bedroom burst open with such force I jumped, nearly knocking over the

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

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ROXANNE POVI was still wiping dried blood off the back of my hand when Fred pulled me aside near the hallway. The buzz of voices in the guesthouse had quieted down to groans and the occasional cough. I could still smell gauze and antiseptic in the air.Fred offered a grateful look and tilted his head toward the man beside him, the one who helped out with the guys. "Rox, this is Mr. Jones." The name didn’t register until I saw who stood behind him, Mrs. Jones, Angelina’s nanny. She gave me a proud little nod before adding casually, "My husband. Also known around here as the boss’s backdoor doc." I blinked. "Seriously?" "This is the boss's mistress. Lady Roxanne." Mrs. Jones introduced me to her husband. Fred chuckled awkwardly as my cheeks heated up.Mr. Jones chuckled as he shook my hand. "Retired surgeon. I keep my hands full patching up half the city…and occasionally Mr. Raphaël’s men when bullets fly too close." Fred gave a short laugh.I offered a polite, if awkward, smile. "

Last Updated : 2025-07-01

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ROXANNE POVFred appeared at the doorway, his voice cutting through the tension. "What's going on here?" His eyes bounced between me and the man in the kitchen. I still had the cutting board raised, clutched tight in my hand. My breath was short, my shoulders locked, and I didn’t trust a single second passing between us."He’s a damn Cop." I snapped through clenched teeth. "Or used to be."Fred didn’t look surprised.He glanced at the man, who just stood there cool as ice, like he hadn’t just threatened my entire world. "Yeah," Fred said slowly, as he looked back at me. "I know." What?Fred raised a brow. "He’s one of the new guys." I narrowed my eyes at Fred. "You can relax, Roxanne." He added with a small chuckle, trying to soothe the rising fire under my skin, as he approached me.But it didn’t work.I glared harder at the man across the room. He gave me this slight head shake like I was overreacting, as if he hadn’t just tried to use Kendrick’s name to fold me into a panic. T

Last Updated : 2025-07-03

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ROXANNE POVI was curled into Damien’s oversized study chair, legs folded underneath me, sweater sleeves half-covering my hands, the warmth of my coffee mug slowly seeping into my palms. My shorts barely peeked from beneath the hem of Damien’s hoodie, but the room was warm and the bitter taste of dark roast on my tongue kept me focused.Damien was across the room, arms crossed as he strolled slowly behind the desk, his footsteps quiet against the hardwood. The laptop was perched beside me, files open, photo after photo displayed on the screen."These are all the men that live and work on the estate." He’d said earlier, gesturing to the screen.I was supposed to study each face. Search my memories. Look for a flicker of familiarity. A twitch. A scar. Anything.But as I clicked through the last row of profiles, I slowly shook my head and looked up at him. "I don’t recognize any of them." He didn’t say anything at first, just gave a small nod and walked over to close the laptop. The scr

Last Updated : 2025-07-05

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ROXANNE POVI let the warm water trickle down my back, eyes closed and arms resting against the tiled wall as steam wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. But my mind wasn’t relaxed.It was Saturday, and that “friendly dinner” with Samuel was today. I hadn’t canceled it. Yet.I’d said yes to be polite. Because at that moment, it felt harmless. But the closer it got, the heavier it sat on my chest. Especially now, since I belonged to someone else, technically.Even if the wedding hadn’t happened yet. Even if this whole thing between Damien and I wasn’t conventional.Still...it mattered.The sound of the shower door sliding open jolted me from my spiraling thoughts. I turned, eyes wide, as Damien stepped inside. He was bare, broad, and already soaked from the humid air. His usual calm expression was softened by a faint, teasing smile. "Morning, kitten." My cheeks warmed instantly. "Morning, Damien." He stepped closer, water cascading down the hard lines of his chest and should

Last Updated : 2025-07-08

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ROXANNE POV I blushed slightly, but managed to give a small nod as I slowly started to grind my hips against him. He smirked as he pressed his forehead against mine, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I knew he felt my body tensing, but that only made him pound his thrusts faster again, hitting that spot deep inside me and repeatedly. "That's it," He groaned softly, looking me in the eyes as I moaned, "Come for me, baby." He kissed me hard as my inner muscles clenched around him. I felt myself trembling against him as my climax hit me suddenly and he kept the same pace as he thrust me right through it while I gasped sharply. As soon as I finished, he slowly pulled out of me and placed me down gently on my feet. Before I could even catch my breath, he turned me around. "Hands on the wall." He bent me over, slightly and I pressed my hands against the tile wall, glancing back at him. I spread my legs wider as he positioned himself behind me. He rubbed the tip of his cock agains

Last Updated : 2025-07-09

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ROXANNE POV I sat at the long dining table between Damien and Angelina, still a little drowsy and sore, but holding onto the comfort of the warm coffee in my hands. The morning sun filtered through the tall windows and breakfast was spread across the table which Mrs. Jones had put together: scrambled eggs with herbs, buttery toast, fluffy pancakes stacked with syrup, fresh-cut fruit in a glass bowl, and warm sausage links that still sizzled slightly when you touched them. Angelina was already on her second pancake, swinging her legs under the chair, with her cheeks puffed as she chewed like a chipmunk. Across from me, Damien was buttering toast with his usual focus, like breakfast was a negotiation and the knife needed to be perfectly balanced. Mrs. Jones hovered not too far away with a notepad in hand, waiting like a patient general taking notes before a mission. "So," Angelina said between bites, tapping her fork against her empty plate, "I've been thinking..." That tone i

Last Updated : 2025-07-10

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