All Chapters of Fated love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

‎From his upstairs bedroom balcony, Ryan watched the scene unfolding below with narrowed eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of jealousy passing through him as he observed their interaction. The way they smiled at each other, the comfortable closeness, it tugged at something he didn’t quite want to name. But then, he remembered his plan. His lips curved into a sly smirk. With renewed confidence, he turned back into his room, heading toward the couch like a man with a mission.‎‎As Cleo reached the second floor, Thomas made his way back out toward the compound, his steps purposeful but unhurried.‎‎“I’m coming,” Ryan called out from inside the room, his voice calm and measured as he heard the knock on the door. He was still shirtless, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath, the well-defined muscles and sharp V-line of his abdomen on full display. There was an ease to the way he moved, almost as if he was entirely unaware of the impact his appearance might have. B

‎Let's see how eager your member is," she said again, smiling mischievously at him. She knelt down and took off his shorts with his boxers down to his heels.‎‎"You like what you see," he said hoarsely, smiling teasingly, looking at her surprised and scared expression when his member sprang out, pointing straight at her. "You can do this," he said, encouraging her, bending down and guiding her right hand on his member that is leaking pre cum, using her hand to rub it up and down, making him sigh.‎‎"I will try," she said, trying to reassure herself. Her hand couldn't even wrap around his huge member.‎‎Good girl," he said hoarsely smiling down at her, while removing his hand from her's, now placing both of his hands her head.‎‎Yeah," she said, facing his member that is point at her, she rubbed her finger on the tip of his member that is licking pre cum to rubbed his owe member, earning her a groan from him. She continue rubbing his member up and down till her hand was sore from r

‎What the fuck" Edward said waking up from wet dream, him and his little assistant having sex in in the office.‎‎This dream will surely come true," he muttered to know in particular, he sprang up from his bed and headed to the closet. He change to his gym cloth and headed to gym, after he was true with his morning workout, he come back to take his bath, looking at his huge member he put shampoo on it and start rubbing it up and down, closing his eyes while imagine Claire sucking his member, making him rubbed his hand up and down faster while moaning her name, till he reached his climax releasing his semen on the bathroom floor.‎‎"Fuck you Claire," he muttered angrily seeing his member was still hard as rock without satisfy. He quickly shower and went to the closet take a navy blue suit and and dress for work, after he finished dressing, he went down stairs and for breakfast.‎‎“Good morning, sir,” the maids greeted in unison as he descended the grand staircase, their voices soft

‎Five minutes after Edward settled into his office, a sharp knock echoed from the door. He didn't look up from the papers he was pretending to read, assuming it was his assistant.‎‎“Come in,” he said coolly, eyes fixed on the document in front of him.‎‎The door opened gently, then clicked shut. A familiar voice followed, teasing and affectionate.‎‎“Brother Eddy, you haven’t seen me for days, and you couldn’t even call?” Caroline’s tone was light, but laced with the subtle sting of disappointment as she walked into his expansive, meticulously arranged office.‎‎Edward finally looked up, his expression unreadable at first—then ever so slightly, a shadow of irritation passed through his eyes. He had been expecting Claire, his efficient assistant—not Caroline, the persistent storm that kept intruding into his carefully ordered world.‎‎“Oh. It’s you,” he said, his voice cold, guarded. A flicker of disappointment betrayed him before he quickly masked it behind his usual impassive d

‎“Edward said he had someone he loved. Do you know who it is?” she asked, her voice quiet but insistent, her eyes fixed sharply on Jackson’s face, watching every flicker of expression. She took another sip from her glass, though the drink did little to numb the ache in her chest. The bitterness of rejection clung to her more stubbornly than the alcohol ever could.‎‎Jackson hesitated, caught off guard. “What? Oh… it’s true. I’ve seen her once before,” he finally replied, a flash of surprise lighting his eyes. But it disappeared quickly, replaced by a more composed look. Deep down, he wondered if Edward had mentioned this so-called woman just to push Caroline away, to force her to let go.‎‎“Really?” she said, brows knitting together. Her voice held a mixture of disbelief and hurt. “But I haven’t seen any woman around him all year. Where does she live? Is she beautiful?” A trace of jealousy seeped into her words, and she looked at Jackson with narrowed eyes, impatient for answers.‎