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Chapter 111: Becoming Us

DEMETRIA “OH MY GOD!” I cried out instantly when his tongue went over my clit as he laid on his stomach. It was overly sensitive now, swollen and blood-filled. Moans left my mouth, and my eyes fluttered as he skillfully ate my pussy. His tongue swiped and teased my clit. He pushed two fingers into me and fucked me with them, curling them forward and pushing them deeper inside. My legs twitched and my stomach clenched. “Keep those eyes open. Watch as I enjoy my meal,” he growled when my eyes struggled to stay open. I watched as Marion showed no mercy, devouring my pussy. His tongue dragged down to my opening and pushed inside me. I squeezed my pussy walls and struggled against the ties. When his large hands grabbed my thighs and pushed them, my body trembled. My cries and moans grew. Like a dam broke, my juices poured out of me, and my head shot back. Marion’s mouth covered my pussy, and he sucked roughly. “Baby,” I whimpered when I finished cumming, but he didn’t let up. He m

Chapter 112: In The Name Of Luck

MARION The elevator chimed softly as it opened onto the executive floor of Whitfield Diamond Corporation. The faint hum of conversation, the rhythmic clicking of heels on marble, and the distant scent of coffee all mingled in the air. I adjusted the folder in my hand, a contract for final approval, and walked down the long hallway toward my father’s office. The receptionist smiled, greeting me politely. “Good morning, Mr. Whitfield. Your father’s expecting you.” “Thanks, Cynthia,” I replied, pushing the heavy glass door open. Inside, my father was seated behind his grand mahogany desk, reading glasses perched low on his nose. He looked up when I entered, his expression softening slightly. “Marion,” he said with a nod. “On time, as always.” I placed the file in front of him. “Final contract for the diamond trade agreement with the Russian partners. Everything’s in order; I just need your signature before it goes to legal.” He flipped through the pages, scanned the detail

Chapter 113: The Burn Of Love

DEMETRIA “I’m going out for lunch, I’ll be back soon,” I told my team in the kitchen. “Yes, Bosslady!” they chorused, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls. I smiled at their enthusiasm, untying my apron as I made my way toward my office. The sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries lingered in the air as I pushed open the office door. My purse was right where I left it, on the desk beside a stack of invoices I pretended I wasn’t ignoring. I slung it over my shoulder, turned around. And almost screamed when the door burst open. “Surprise!” “Anastasia!” I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest as she leaned dramatically against the doorframe, grinning like she’d just pulled off a successful heist. “Did I scare you?” she asked innocently, though her smirk said she was enjoying every second. “Almost gave me a heart attack,” I said, walking over and wrapping her in a hug. “You couldn’t just call like a normal person?” “Where’s the fun in that?” she laughed, pulling back. I ste

Chapter 114: Movie Premiere Night

MARION “Wildfire, let’s go! We’re going to be late!” I called out, checking my Rolex watch for the third time. Cyprian’s premiere wasn’t exactly the kind of event you showed up late to, especially not when your name was plastered across headlines beside your date’s every week. I adjusted the lapel of my charcoal-black tailored suit, the fabric sharp and smooth against my skin. The white dress shirt underneath added just enough contrast to make the outfit stand out without screaming for attention. It was a Tuesday night, and somehow, Demetria was still here. She’d spent the weekend at my place, claiming she’d “leave on Monday.” I didn’t bother calling her out on it, mainly because I didn’t mind. “Wild—” Before I could call out for her again, the soft click of heels echoed down the staircase. And then I froze. There she was. Demetria descended the stairs with effortless grace, her hand gliding along the rail. She wore a floor-length black satin gown that clung to her cu

Chapter 115: Don't Touch Her

DEMETRIA “Who is he, Wildfire?” Marion asked again. I glanced between Marion and Mark, my pulse thrumming, unsure what to say. “That’s Mark,” I finally said, my voice steady but low. “My ex-fiancé.” Marion’s jaw flexed. “I see.” “Can we go? Please?” I whispered, stealing one last glance at Mark. What's he even doing here? “Alright. Let’s go.” As we found our seats, the lights dimmed and the red velvet curtains rippled open. I tried to focus on the screen, but my chest still felt tight. My mind kept replaying Mark’s face, the look of surprise in his eyes, like he wasn't expecting me here. The slight curve of his lips, and that same unreadable expression I once knew too well when he knew secrets. Marion’s hand brushed against mine, warm and grounding. “Relax, Wildfire, you feel so tense,” he whispered, his deep voice cutting through my thoughts. “You’re here with me. Enjoy the show.” I forced a small smile and nodded, exhaling softly. He was right. I wasn’t that g

Chapter 116: In The Shadow Of Desire

MARION “I leave you for a while, but now, you want me to cause a bloodshed in public, Wildfire,” I said to Demetria in an unusual tone, feeling possessive around her. “I’m irresistible like that, Baby.” She stared at me with her signature smile plastered on her face. I couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped me, even though my blood was still humming from what just happened. The way she said it, ‘I’m irresistible like that, Baby,’ only fanned the fire already burning in my chest. She stood there, looking entirely too pleased with herself, that signature smirk tugging at her lips like she knew exactly how to undo me. I took a breath, forcing a half-smile. “Yeah, I can tell,” I said, my voice lower than I intended. Then I turned, stepping closer to Mark. My expression shifted into something colder. “Let me make one thing clear,” I said evenly, eyes locked on his. “You don’t come near her again. You don’t show up at her bakery. You don’t so much as say her name. Let today b

Chapter 117: When Envy Finds A Partner

PAULA’S POV A few hours ago at the movie premiere… I've been watching Marion and that baker diligently since they arrived at the event today. Holding onto each other like one can't breathe without the other. He held her waist like she was made of glass. He never held me like that. Not once. I'm so furious right now because Marion Whitfield wasn't all lovey-dovey when we were together. Marion never wanted to be seen with me in public unless his driver pulled up and we left together. Even then, I had to slip into the car before he came out, because, in his words, he didn’t like public attention. But look at him now. I hate this baker with every fibre of my being. She's the cause of my breakup with Marion. Why? All because of what? Cookies or pies? “Are you okay, baby?” Peter whispered into my ear. “I'm fine,” I said with a forced smile, and he returned to chat with his friends. I rolled my eyes. He's part of Cyprian Watson's production. I started going out with hi

Chapter 118: His Favorite Breakfast

DEMETRIA The next morning… “What do you think you’re doing, Wildfire?” Marion’s voice came out deep and rough from sleep. The kind that vibrated low in his chest. The morning light spilled across the sheets, golden and soft, tracing every line of his body like it was made to worship him. His hair was tousled, messy in the most perfect way, the dark curls falling over his forehead. His lashes were long, unfairly long for a man, and his stubble framed his jaw just right. The covers had slipped low enough to reveal his sculpted chest, his tattoos displayed, each muscle relaxed but still defined, his abs stretching as he breathed. I couldn’t help myself, so I had to take his camera from the nightstand and sat on top of him to take some pictures of him. I bit my lip, my heart doing a stupid little flutter. God really took his time creating my man. “I’m just returning the favor. Stay still, I’m snapping photos of you, Baby,” I said, lifting his camera and clicking again. Marion

Chapter 119: Love At Brunch

MARION “Wildfire, as much as I love eating your pussy, I need some meat and potatoes.” Demetria giggled as I peppered kisses along her exposed shoulders. It was Sunday afternoon, and we had been lazing in bed since morning after enjoying breakfast. I just enjoyed myself milking her pussy dry after making her cum twice. But now, I was hungry for a home-cooked meal. It’s Sunday brunch with the family. Lifting from my spot on her lap, I didn’t give her a chance to answer me before I pulled her to her feet. “Come on, let’s shower. I’m ready for a proper meal.” She grinned, throwing her arms around my neck. “You know it’s your fault, though, right?” “Oh, I know. ” I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I slapped her ass. “Come on and let’s hurry for brunch before your pussy ends up in my mouth. Again.” I didn’t give her a chance to get anything as I dragged her to the bathroom. “Marion!” she squealed, half-laughing, half-protesting as I turned on the water and pushed her under

Chapter 120: Cracks In Paradise

DEMETRIA Monday mornings always came with a certain kind of calm, the world still stretching, yawning its way back to order. The scent of coffee and freshly baked bread filled the penthouse, a heavenly mix that could make anyone forget it was the start of another work week. “Chef Parker, whatever you made today smells divine,” I said as I sat down at the dining table, already reaching for a piece of toast. The chef smiled, straightening his crisp white apron. “Thank you, Miss Hernandez. It’s a simple breakfast; scrambled eggs with herbs, avocado slices, fresh fruit, and croissants. Mr. Whitfield requested something light but satisfying.” “Light?” I scoffed playfully, cutting into the eggs. “This looks like it came straight out of a five-star brunch menu.” Marion, sitting across from me with his coffee mug, gave me that lopsided grin that always made it hard to stay composed. “You’re welcome to stay another week if that’s what it’ll take to enjoy Parker’s cooking.” I laughed, taki

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