Semua Bab The Alpha's Private Library: Bab 141 - Bab 150

It had been eight months since my husband last touched me the way a husband touches his wife, and I hated how much I missed it.I tried not to think about that as I walked into the spa, where the scent of eucalyptus filled the air and soft music played somewhere in the background. After giving my name at the reception desk, I followed an attendant down a quiet hallway to a private massage room.The room was dimly lit, with a padded massage table standing in the center beneath fresh white sheets. Once the attendant left, I closed the door and began undressing, folding my clothes over the chair in the corner.Standing naked in the room, I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror beside the wardrobe. My eyes travelled over my body, and I wondered when I had last felt beautiful in front of another person.Charles used to make me feel that way without even touching me. Sometimes, all it took was the way he looked at me when I walked into our bedroom.Then came the accident, the whe

I had just ignored two calls and two messages from my husband, and the worst part was that I wasn't even ready to feel guilty about it.My phone lay facedown on the table, with Charles still waiting for a reply. I knew he wouldn't have called twice unless he had something important to tell me, but I had already made my decision.“Are you sure everything is okay?” Adam asked, watching me from beside the massage table.“Yes,” I lied, turning away from my phone. “Where were we?”He smiled at my question and stepped closer to the massage table. I lay back down as Adam resumed where we'd left off, determined to forget about Charles and the unanswered messages on my phone. Adam’s hands returned to my thighs, spreading me open again. His mouth found me again and I wondered to myself how I had coped all these months without it. The flat of his tongue dragged over my clit in long, wet strokes that made my hips twitch. One finger slid inside, then a second, curling just right while he sucked g

Adam stared at me in surprise, and when I glanced at Charles, I found him looking just as stunned. Neither man seemed to know what to say, but I had no intention of taking back my question.I turned my attention to Adam again, determined to make myself clear.“I asked if you'd like to be the one watching this time,” I repeated.Adam glanced at Charles before looking back at me.“Yes,” he answered.Charles shifted in his wheelchair, clearly surprised by my instructions, but he made no attempt to interrupt.I pointed toward the spot near the wall where my husband had been hiding earlier.“Stand over there,” I instructed Adam. “Somewhere you can see everything.”Satisfied with his answer, I turned to face Charles. “Is this really what you want, Lina?” Adam asked from his place near the wall.I turned toward him. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”“No,” he replied. “I just want to be sure you're doing this because you want to, not because you're angry with us.”His question caught me

Of all the people I expected to see at my best friend's wedding, my ex-boyfriend was the last person on that list. Yet there he was.Lorenzo stood near the window of the bridal suite, laughing at something on Philip's phone, completely unaware that I'd just walked in carrying an armful of garment bags.Eighteen months. That was how long it had been since I'd last seen him, and apparently, it wasn't nearly long enough.He looked different. His shoulders were broader, his hair was shorter, but he still had that same sharp jawline I used to trace with my thumb. Even his voice was painfully familiar.I tightened my grip on the garment bags, wondering what the hell he was doing here.“Lilian, perfect timing!” Tam, my best friend and the bride-to-be, exclaimed as she turned toward me with a bright smile.I was about to respond when Tam followed my gaze toward the window. Her smile immediately disappeared.“Philip!” she called, looking confused. “Can you come here for a second?”Philip glan

“Don't flatter yourself, Lorenzo.”“Then tell me I'm wrong.”I opened my mouth to respond, but the smug look on his face irritated me more than his words.“You're still an arrogant bastard,” I muttered.“And you're still avoiding the question.”I should have slapped him. Instead, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to my lips.The moment our mouths met, I surrendered to the desire I'd been trying to ignore. Lorenzo pulled me against him, leaving no space between our bodies. When his hard cock pressed against my stomach, a rush of heat spread through me, reminding me just how much power he still had over me. I caught his lower lip between my teeth before pulling away. Lorenzo stared at me. “What was that for?”“Consider it punishment for being insufferable.”A laugh escaped him, the sound so familiar that my chest tightened. “You used to like me insufferable,” he said with a small smirk.“I used to have questionable taste.” I shrugged.“Yet here you are, kissing me a