Kiss Freddie Highmore Wife の小説・ストーリー

Sloane hit her hand hard on her wheel in frustration. My nerve is not heightened, so I feel that's a good sign. The hate messages that were sent to my private chat were so many. I can't even see what it is that's causing the uproar because of how many messages I keep receiving. “Let's check here.” Sloane presses a message that leads us to a post. Headline - “Annika Brooker forces Ares Brooker to sign a divorce, disowns Charles Hart as Father for Monetary Freedom.” A picture of me smiling, while I hold the other end of the divorce papers as I receive them from Ares, under the tagged headline.

“Can you thank Mr. Charles for me? Him and his wife treated me like their daughter last night. Mr. Charles drove me home.” Freddie looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “Really? Well, I’m not surprised Charles is so nice to you. Once he likes you, he will always be nice. But his wife? He doesn’t have a wife.” “Oh yes, that’s true. His ex-wife. I’m sorry.” Freddie smiled and shook his head as they both headed to the elevator. “It’s fine, Amelia. I’m happy you succeeded in getting into James’ heart. So how did you get what he loves the most?” He asked, and she furrowed her eyebrows.

She said, taking my lips into her mouth again. I could tell she was grateful, but for what exactly? I haven’t done any fucking thing for her to deserve an appreciation. The kiss quickly turned from sweet to passionate, ravenous, and desperate. I placed my hands on her hips and then slide them down to her luscious ass, squeezing and pulling her closer, helping her grind down on my hard cock. I felt the heat of her pussy, her juices soaking through her panties. My phone vibrated on the counter and we disentangled. Nothing ruins a good moment like a cell phone ringing in-between. It was a call from Freddie.

“If that’s what you want to talk about, you are better off being quiet.” Freddie barked out, laughing. It was weird that he laughed in situations that weren’t meant to be funny. He was speaking of someone’s dead wife and laughing like it was nothing. “Don’t you all find it weird that Tedros married his wife’s best friend, and she agreed to it?” Freddie asked, a wide grin on his face. His words affected me more than I thought they would. Although he hadn’t said the word yet, I could already tell what he was thinking.

He wasn't in the mood to have any altercation with his wife so he avoided making eye contact with her. His marriage to Gia wasn't what it used to be. In the past, they would hide away in a non-disclosed location in a hotel to make love to their satisfaction. When Frederick was married to Gabriella, He couldn't have enough of her sister Gia. Fredrick felt more attracted to Gia, he even called her his Hot Goddess. What happened to all those days, Gia couldn't understand it herself. She could only wish he could come back one day and touch her like he used to. She yawns for him more these days than before.

He said and she raised her head. "It's okay,you didn't do it on purpose anyway..." She replied. "So friends again?" Carly smiled "Sure" Kylan replied with an assuring smile too. ••• Freddie sighed for the upteenth time and dropped his phone. He had been calling and texting her for hours now and it's nothing. *FLASHBACKS* "Tell me what is it already...." Leah muttered. "I kissed Emma" Freddie dropped the bombshell. "You did what?" "I'm...." Leah turned and ran off before he could finish,Freddie ran after her and caught her arms before she could enter the hotel.

Freddie growled at him. Liam turned his glower onto Freddie. “She is the talk of three news stations. Everyone wants to know about the American. Unfortunately, all they know is that she doesn't know how to behave. Pictures of inappropriate footwear. Kissing, Freddie. Kissing. That is completely uncalled for and strictly against protocol. She hasn't even done the Stair Walk for heaven's sake.” My cheeks went hot to the touch. It hadn't even been much of a kiss. Just a peck on the cheek. Maybe I could pretend I was French and doing a traditional greeting.

Without hesitation, his arms opened for her, and she settled onto his lap. Still half-suspicious that someone on the other end of the call was getting a little too friendly with her husband, Freya crashed her lips onto his in a deep, possessive kiss, her arms looping tightly around his neck. And yes, she moaned. He moaned right back. However, just as she basked in the triumph of marking her territory, Freya suddenly heard a woman’s high-pitched scream blaring through Kenneth’s headset! “OH MY F*CKING GOD!”

She was not his wife; she was the woman he had an affair with, and wanted to reconcile with. His cell phone rang on the desk. From Ximena: "I'm ready. Come now." He breathed in deeply and stood up and no matter what he had in store for him he walked towards her office. Ximena sat behind her desk, her spine rigid, her eyes pinpointed and tired. She looked up when he entered the room and for a second there was a spark, some kind of light in her eyes. “Miguel,” she said, and her voice was harsh. "Yes, we have much to discuss, but for the moment something else is more important."

She laughed as she flopped into her chair. “Freddie came by Kris. He was insistent that you call him.” I didn’t say how strange he was acting. That is something Kris needs to see for herself. Her smile turned to a scowl. Then she picks up her mobile, obviously texting him. As Freddie is not part of our pack, she can’t mind link him. Her phone then beeps, “He’s coming over.” Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.