A Second Chance With Arthur? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Carly It has been days, rounding to a week since I collapsed on my office floor. It wasn't something new, it happened a lot. Collapsing in random places. My kitchen, the plane, my room, but never in a place so exposed like my office. And this time, I didn't expect it. It always comes when I am overwhelmed with emotions coursing through my veins, so why? Why did it happen now? Everything was fine. I’ve never been happy in the past six years like I’ve been lately, so why? It couldn't be that my body was finding it hard to accept a new emotion right? “What are you thinking of? You are so engrossed in your thought?” Arthur's voice filled my space and I snapped out of my thought, turning to the side to look at him, his damn handsome face. Tonight, Arthur looked extra fine with his midnight hair styled backward, my eyes trailed him down to his fine tailored suit, the pristine white inner layer, adding a striking complement to his look. Looking downward, Arthur’s hand covered mine,

Carly If Arthur had heard everything they said but chose not to say anything, I don't know, considering it was Olivia, he have decided to stay mute. The function went as planned. Soon items from the company were displayed, while people bid. Arthur bought the highest item. He didn't have to, and when I asked him, he gave an animated reply, saying he liked it and that our house could make use of it. I didn't argue with it, after all it was a fine piece. Now, it was the break, and I left Arthur to use the bathroom. Elizabeth had indeed been furious. She had stormed to Raphael after, whose brows drew together as he listened to his dear mother. As for my mother, I couldn't be more glad seeing a woman move towards her, engaging her in pleasant conversation–this I was sure of because of the smile that played on mothers face. Two years ago, I’d ask my mother if there was anything she was truly interested in. I expected something grand, something out of reach that my younger mother could

Arthur Carly has always been beautiful. But in bed, she was ethereal. Round ass, long legs, the sweetest pussy, firm and perky breasts. It wasn’t big yet not small. But perfect, just like my sweet Carly. She doesn't hesitate to follow my command as she climbs the chair, her back facing me as she goes on her knees, her hands placed on the chair. The sight of her pussy bared, her juice staining the white panties sent a wave to my already hard dick, tightened, wanting to be released. But I needed to be patient. It wasn't always about having sex with Carly, it was about devouring her slowly, tasting every inch of her sweetness while she fell apart in my arms. Something I don't do with my past sex partners. It was always about pushing my cock into them with a fast need to release, rather than caring about how they feel. “Do you know how you look right now, Carly?” I asked, turning fully towards her, my eyes fixed on her pussy. “No,” Her voice shivered, just as I like it. It means she

Flashback five years ago. CarlyThe hospital cover dragged over the floor as I walked lifelessly along the side of the bridge. Cars move speedily, loud noise, voices hovering in my ears. My feet met with something that could be a stone, sharp, but I felt no pain as I looked down at the sharp edge of the stone, my toenails bloody.I stepped over the stone. I could feel blood flowing from my hand, where I had pulled out the IV to escape the hospital. It was seasonal, light balls flashing green and red. A season of celebration, something that I have always loved, yet never celebrated.Die.Die.Die.You are worthless, nobody wants you. No one. Sharp pain shot through my skull. My head banged, throbbing painfully. I screamed, holding my head, my heart beating faster, wanting to explode. The voice won’t stop. I slapped both my ears with my hands over and over again. Anything to keep the voices away, yet nothing. Instead, it grew louder each time I covered my ears. “You have lost the

Arthur Something has shifted. I’ve noticed this after we visited mother. No, it was from the moment that I stepped inside the living room after receiving a call from James. Carly’s gaze has been different as she stared at me. But I couldn’t figure out, the reason why she looked that way. I had canceled it, thinking it was nothing. Had kissed my doubt away in my room, before we slept, she had let me cuddle her yet it felt something was different. I had thought Mom had said something to her so I asked Mom about her. As expected she liked her, they both shared a hug before we left. Then we got home, a few hours later, Carly wanted to go back to her room. I tried speaking to her, but she gave me little to no reason, and she won’t be persuaded At first, I’d wrapped it in lies of wanting to watch over her height so I followed her, but then, she was convinced she was fine, her stare dead, no feelings entwined. And for two days, we’ve lived that way. Though she acted fine, even with h