Ash And Serena In Bed Novels & Stories

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

I dont know Serenity but the fact that she is working with Armando tells me she is just as messed up as he is. Ashley made us some coffee and after we drank it in silence, Ashley stood up and took my hand. “I think it's best if we go to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day and we will need all the energy we can get to handle everything. I will contact my lawyer and ask him to get to work to sue Serenity and Armando.”

Ashley joined her with two mugs of tea. “You look better this morning,” she said. Serena took the mug and smiled faintly. “I’m just tired. But thanks.” Ashley sat beside her. “We never got to talk after your wedding. I wanted to be there.” “I know,” Serena said. “But it all happened fast.” Ashley looked out at the trees. “Do you love him?” Serena answered right away. “Hell no. I don't know a lot but I know he's not my type.”

Zeke stretched his hand for me to take and I gently took it in shock as he pulled me up. “Thanks,” I muttered and he nodded and stepped away from me. I trudge to the wall and rest on it, closing my eyes and trying to level my breath when I get a body beside me, and like I guessed, it was Serene. Why wasn't she clinging to her Fiancé? Asher face-palmed himself and just went to the two men on the floor instead, raising their heads and hitting them square in the face, knocking them out. I wish I could take someone out so quickly with a blow.

Ethan Ashford The moment we got home from the board meeting, I knew I needed to act. Serena was upstairs, exhausted and emotionally destroyed. She had changed into comfortable clothes and was lying on our bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. I had brought her tea, tried to get her to eat something, but she just shook her head. "I just want to rest," she whispered. "Just for a little while." I kissed her forehead and left her alone. But I couldn't rest.

“LUCAS FUCKINGGG FORD!!!” She’s the only person who’d curse the fuck out of my name, and I’d gladly listen to it on repeat over and over again. I turn immediately toward the front row, and there she is. Dre, standing on her seat, holding up a massive banner that’s two times her size. It has my face plastered across it mid-dunk. Number 34 in bold. She told me she’d scream the loudest and damn does she scream. At the top of her lungs too, her hair wild and a grin brighter than the gym lights. My heart lifts at the sight and sound of her. The thrill and excitement in her voice does something to ease off the immense pressure I was feeling before. Last night, she kissed me at the door with a pill

“Do you think I'm going to waste a thousand for a normal sleepover? I pay for a one night stand. It's not my fault that you missed that details.” Darrem faces Serene with so little gap. Their face was almost touching. Darrem stared at her lips and imagine its taste. “No. I don't want to do it. I'm sorry.” Serene shoved him away. She was trembling and was nearly crying. She gets up the bed and took her heels out of her feet. She walked to the sofa and sat on it. She was so close on breaking down, but she cannot show it to a stranger. Darrem watched her as she sat on the sofa. Her knees was trembling and she was wiping her cheeks.

Serena squealed and tried to stop me, but I teased her even harder. “I miss your dirty mouth.” She snorted. “Like you miss my pussy?” This time, I slapped her pussy. “Yes, Baby.” Serena took off her t-shirt and lay naked on the kitchen island. Her long black hair spread out on the table, adding to her beauty. Her large breasts with my bite marks moved gently as Serena squeezed them. It was such a tantalizing sight that I had to put up with her temptation. “What are you waiting for?” Serena spreads her legs wide until her wet pussy is on full display. “Give me your cock, Daddy,” she said while rubbing her clit.

“Which means someone’s been talking, how the hell did they know I'm connected to that Family in Lupine Pack?.” “Could be Ivy.” “It could be a death wish or maybe my mate was looking for a reunion with her mate.” I stormed back into the room. Serena was still asleep, peacefully tucked under the blankets like she hadn’t just been propositioned via designer underwear. I sat at the edge of the bed, gripping the lingerie in my fist. She stirred and turned as if I was squeezing her instead . “Damien?” she murmured. “Yeah, baby. Go back to sleep.” She blinked, covering her breasts. “Why are you staring at my boobs like you’re plotting a war?”

She pushed it open gently. The room was dim, lit only by the weak light seeping through the gray curtains. The air was still. On the king-sized bed, Ben lay motionless, one arm flung carelessly over his eyes. The silk sheets were tangled at his waist, his white shirt half-unbuttoned, clinging to his chest from the sweat. Serena’s breath hitched. She rushed to his side, the cool composure she'd always worn like armor crumbling as she dropped to her knees beside the bed.