Only in games

KAMARAH'S POV The sky darkened without warning.One moment we were lounging on the deck watching the horizon, the next the wind picked up sharply and fat raindrops began to splatter against the glass. Within minutes, a full tropical storm had rolled in, rain lashing sideways against the villa while thunder rumbled in the distance.Zephyr stood by the window, shirtless in linen pants, watching the chaos with a small smile. “Looks like the island doesn’t want us to leave today.”I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek to his warm back. “Then we’ll just have to stay in.”He turned and pulled me against his chest, kissing the top of my head. “Good. I like having you all to myself.”The storm trapped us inside for the entire day, turning the luxurious villa into our private world. We started with board games on the living room floor. Zephyr surprised me by being competitive but playful. We played Monopoly first, and he kept stealing my hotels with

You make me feel alive

KAMARAH'S POV Morning came wrapped in soft sunlight and the gentle sound of waves. I woke up to Zephyr’s mouth on my neck, slow and reverent, his body already pressed against mine under the sheets. There was no rush today. Only a quiet, aching tenderness that made my chest feel too full.“Last full morning,” he whispered against my skin, voice rough with sleep and something deeper. “Let me love you properly.”He took his time. His hands explored every curve like he was memorizing me, lips following the path of his fingers. When he finally settled between my thighs, he didn’t devour — he worshipped. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, sucking gently on my clit until I was moaning his name, fingers tangled in his hair. Two thick fingers curled inside me, stroking that perfect spot while he hummed against me.“Zephyr— oh god…” My back arched, thighs trembling around his head as pleasure built in deep, rolling waves. He didn’t stop until I came with a broken cry, shaking and

Let me love you more

KAMARAH'S POV The last morning in paradise arrived wrapped in soft pink light and the gentle sound of waves. I woke up to Zephyr’s body pressed against mine, his lips already trailing slow kisses down my spine. There was something different in his touch today — heavier, more emotional, like he was trying to memorize every inch of me before the real world pulled us back.“Last morning here,” he whispered against my skin, voice rough with sleep and something deeper. “Let me love you one more time like this.”I turned in his arms and pulled him on top of me, kissing him with all the fear and love I couldn’t speak out loud. He responded instantly, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed my body with familiar hunger. This time, there was no teasing restraint. We moved together like we both knew time was running out.He took his time undressing me, kissing every new piece of skin he revealed. When he finally settled between my thighs, he looked into my eyes the entire time he pushed insi

Wait for me?

KAMARAH'S POV The private jet touched down in the city with a gentle jolt, and just like that, paradise was gone.The warm island breeze was replaced by the cool, conditioned air of the airport terminal. Zephyr’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around mine as we walked through the private exit, but I could already feel him shifting — shoulders squaring, jaw tightening, the Mafia King sliding back into place.His phone had started ringing the moment we landed. He answered one call after another, voice dropping into that cold, commanding tone I had almost forgotten during our ten days away.“Handle it now,” he said sharply into the phone as we stepped into the waiting SUV. “I don’t care who he’s connected to. Remind him whose territory this is.”I stared out the window at the familiar skyline, my heart sinking. The dream was officially over.Zephyr ended the call and turned to me, his expression softening slightly as he reached for my hand again. “I have to go straight into a meeting. Some

Double the guards

KAMARAH'S POV The first full day back in the city felt like stepping into a colder version of reality.Zephyr was already on the phone when I woke up, pacing the living room in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His voice was sharp, clipped, the Mafia King fully back in control.“Double the guards on the east warehouses. If they think they can push while I was gone, show them why that was a mistake.” He ended the call and looked at me, the hardness in his eyes softening just a fraction. “I’m sorry. It’s been chaotic since we landed.”I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek to his chest. “I know. Go handle what you need to. I’ll be here when you get back.”He kissed the top of my head, lingering for a moment like he didn’t want to let go. “I’ll try not to be too late. Maybe we can have dinner together tonight.”The moment he left, the penthouse felt too big again. I changed quickly and headed to Mrs. Delgado’s, heart racing with both excitement and

Tell me the truth

KAMARAH'S POV The days after our return blurred into a strange rhythm. Zephyr was busier than ever, his empire demanding his attention from dawn until late into the night. I spent my mornings and afternoons with Nevan, stealing every possible moment while trying to keep my two worlds from colliding.Today, I took him to a quiet little art studio that offered children’s painting sessions. The room was filled with bright colors and the smell of fresh paint. Nevan’s eyes lit up as he dipped his brush into blue paint, creating messy strokes across the paper.“Look, Mama! It’s the ocean from your trip!” he said proudly, adding a wobbly yellow sun.I sat beside him, painting a simple butterfly while stealing glances at my phone. Mrs. Delgado had sent a photo earlier — Nevan sleeping peacefully after his morning medicine. The guilt never left me, but these small moments made it bearable.After the class, we walked to a nearby park. Nevan was energetic at first, chasing after pigeons, but he