All Chapters of Forever Was Never The Deal: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. R-18.]After some time, his hand stopped roaming my body and made its way towards my twin peaches. They were still covered by a sexy, red, lacy bra but they couldn’t hide my already erect nipples. His lips left my neck and trailed down, and as his hand found my right erect nipple, his mouth covered the other one. His hand and tongue played with my sensitive nipples, sucking, licking, pinching, and flicking them, and the sensations were just out of this world. My body arched against his mouth and hand, as if I had lost all control. The sound of licking and sucking filled the once quiet room.The fire that he had ignited within my body intensified. It was as if the small flame had become a bonfire inside my body. I was so hot, so aroused as my body reacted to his attentions. My skin tightened under his gentle but wicked touch.The lower part of my body began to throb and as if he knew what I wanted, his hand left my twin peaches and trave

By the time we finally made it downstairs, I'd changed into a loose cream dress, and William had put on a fresh shirt and dark trousers. I was still adjusting my hair when we entered the dining room. Arthur stood beside the table, supervising breakfast preparations with his usual impeccable composure. He looked up. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Carrington." "Morning, Arthur," William replied. "Good morning," I added, taking my seat. Arthur glanced at us. Then at William. Then back at me. I narrowed my eyes. "What?" "Nothing, Mrs. Carrington." "That sounded suspiciously like something." "Not at all, ma'am." I stared at him. Arthur maintained his perfectly innocent expression. I knew that look. That was the look of a man who had worked in this family long enough to know when to mind his business and when to quietly enjoy the entertainment. I pointed at him. "Don't." His eyebrows lifted. "Don't what, ma'am?" "Whatever you're thinking." "Fortunately, Mrs. Carr

Later that night, I stood by the window in my bedroom, watching the lights scattered across Las Vegas.Tomorrow, my brother would marry Lisa Kennedy Parker.I would smile for the photographs, congratulate the happy couple, and do my best to put my reservations aside.I would be the sister Christian needed me to be.Whatever happened, I would handle it.I always did.Behind me, William came up and wrapped his arms around my waist."What are you thinking about?"I leaned back against him."Tomorrow."He rested his chin against my shoulder."And what about tomorrow?"I turned my head and kissed his cheek."Nothing I can't handle."His arms tightened around me."I know."I smiled.For once, I didn't want to anticipate disaster. I didn't want to look for hidden meanings or prepare myself for the worst. I wanted to enjoy the man holding me. I wanted to believe my brother had finally found happiness. And I wanted to believe that, for once, the people I loved wouldn't give me a reason to regr

“...Blake Carrington?”For a moment, I genuinely considered whether I had suffered a minor stroke. I looked at Miles. Then at William. Then back at Miles.“I'm sorry,” I said pleasantly. “Did you just call my husband by another name, or has the champagne finally started affecting my hearing?”Miles laughed.“Oh, Hilary. Always so entertaining.”“It's a gift. Unlike your ability to enter a room without making everyone regret having doors.”Jade made a strangled sound beside me. Normally, I would have been proud of that line.Unfortunately, William wasn't laughing. He stood perfectly still, his expression unreadable, his jaw tightening just enough for me to notice. And suddenly, the champagne didn't seem quite so amusing.I turned toward him.“William?”His eyes met mine.“Hilary, let me explain.”My stomach dropped. Not that he's lying. Not Miles is insane. Not even what the hell is he talking about? Let me explain. Four words. Four bloody words, and suddenly I couldn't hear the music,

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence. The second was the empty side of the bed.I stared at the pillow beside me, at the faint indentation in the sheets where William used to sleep, and waited for the familiar ache in my chest to convince me that the previous night had been a nightmare.It didn't.The room was painfully ordinary. Sunlight slipped through the curtains. My phone sat on the bedside table. Somewhere beyond my bedroom door, the household had begun its morning routine.And William was gone. I sat up slowly, pulling the covers around myself. For a moment, I considered calling him. Then I remembered the ring in his hand. The look on his face when I'd asked him to leave. The way he'd finally walked away. I reached for my phone anyway.No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.“Excellent,” I muttered. “I've officially been abandoned by a billionaire before breakfast. Mother would be so proud.”The joke fell flat in the empty room. I put my phone down. I wasn't