Semua Bab Keep Him Fed : Bab 41 - Bab 50

WREN “Wren you look beautiful,” Asher marveled at my dressing.“You don't look bad yourself,” my grin was becoming fake, I hoped he hadn't noticed.As we entered the glamorous restaurant. I expected to find most seats booked, but all were empty.My heart flew at the possibility of his actions.“What's going on?” “I hate noise, I'd never liked it.” He confessed. “So I booked the full place for us.” He might be lying, but I didn't push it.Asher raised my chin, I met his coffee eyes, someone came in, still he didn't let me go.“Mr. Vaughn, we are glad you could make it.” I saw a man, probably in his late forties bowing his head slightly to us, Asher especially.Then he walked out.“He's the manager,” he said, noticing my confusion. “Come let me feed you.”“I'm not really that hung…” that's when my stomach decided to betray me, and make a low rumble.He smirked, directed me to a special seat for the VIPs. “What would you want for a drink?” He asked sweetly.“Juice for now,” I answere

WREN “You aren't playing fair,” I wiggle my body under his.He smells of expensive wine, different from the Margeaux he had drank, I wonder where he went, and with who.But he doesn't look or sound drunk.I felt a slap on my pussy, and yelped at the suddenly swift contact.“Tell me!” He shouted, and made another contact, this time it was more painful than the first.“I want… I want,” I licked my lips. “I like it rough, especially the spanking.”“Like this,” Asher said, slapping me again. “Yes! My god yes!” I cried.“What others do you want?”I looked at his hungry eyes, he was already silently pleading with me not to stop.“I can't bear it when you keep teasing me for long, I might go crazy. I want you behind me on top to ride me in deep hard thrust as you talk dirty into my ear.”He slid one finger into my pussy, I felt relief. “Dirty talk huh, you slut.”“Yes, that.”“You're my slut you know that right?” He added another finger, my eyes sparked in jubilation. He moved slowly for t

ASHERI brushed through Wren's hair that morning, in thought. She doesn't know it yet, but I have promised myself not going to let her out of my sight anymore, not now, not ever.The journalist we'd almost caught last night took off the moment she realized she'd been seen in her hideout.I desperately want her found, now I could only hope I don't find our picture spread wide Houston city screen.Eve had been in Cole's house, and she'd told me I pick her up so Cole doesn't suspect anything, so I left London from visiting my sister to meet her.“Mr. Vaughn.” The nurse I had called that early morning to check up on Wren knocked on the door.I slowly lay her head on the pillow, silently walking to the door so I don't wake her.It was clear to me now that I'd done my thing on her last night, she was fucking drained of strength. She was yawning most times as she slept.“She's still sleeping, meet Oliver outside, he will show you a temporary room to wait till she's up.”The nurse bowed the

ASHERBrenda was a journalist in Houston, I won't be surprised if the firm she works for is Storypress News.They've been on my neck so bad, and Leandro was so stupid enough to let them publish the scandalous picture with Wren.All in the name of getting a higher percentage of Starfall.“Asher!” Dalton jovially called, extending his hand for a handshake, I complied. “The biggest hotelier in America.” That's Dalton for you, he knows when, where, and how to twist people's head with his gigantic praise.“How've you been?” I asked unfocused, my gaze was at the now frightened looking Brenda.“Good Good, man.” He chuckled. “I don't know if Eve told you of our upcoming anniversary?” “She did,” I lied, it's not my intention to discourage him. “Congratulations.”“Thank you, man,” he smiled.All this while as we exchanged words to each other, Brenda had been pricking on her fingers.Her hands pressed tightly on her small digital camera, her notepad too.“Brenda and I were just doing a quick i

WRENSean's house was big like a mansion, a little bit smaller than the estate Vaughn lives in.Woah. He was rich, I knew all along, from the expensive cars he has.“Here, drink.” Sean passed me a cup of water I'd requested.“Thank you,” I smiled at him in appreciation. “I'm sorry for scattering your plans.”Sean shoved his hand backward and forward. “It's nothing really, any good samaritan would have done that.”I took time in observing his outfit, he was dressed like he'd gone to a field, for sports activities. In fact his car was a sports car too.“I thought you're in charge of a restaurant.”Sean scratched the back of his neck thrice, he looked uncomfortable now.“I am… I went for a race, it's one of my hobbies.” I dropped the glass of water, looking at the car's toys. I wanted to intrude more into his privacy when he asked the one question I dread to answer.“Are we going to ignore what is making you unhappy?” He said. “Or we should pretend it's fine.” My eyes met him in shock.