My Time In The Affair By Stylo Fantome นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“My apologies.” Dante doesn’t blink. “You should learn to look harder.” He slides into the seat beside Amara, one arm resting on the back of her chair, the other still pinning Lucien in place with his gaze. “This is Amara,” Dante says evenly. “My girlfriend.” Lucien laughs, brittle this time. “Girlfriend. Of course. Beautiful taste, Morelli.” Dante’s mouth twitches. “And you have… expensive taste in hotels, don’t you, Lucien? The Moonstone Regency, I believe?”

Raphael pumped his fingers faster and harder into me until I felt like I could see stars exploding behind my eyelids as I climaxed spectacularly while crying out his name at the peak of my passion. While I was basking in the warmth of my release, there was a knock on the car door that announced that we had arrived back at the mansion. I had to force my mind to snap back to reality only to realize the state of disarray that I was in. I quickly reached my hands to adjust my dress so that I would appear presentable. Raphael leaned his head on his hand as he watched me with a charmingly amused smile on his lips. I glared at him, but I couldn't find the words to say to him, given how he had manag

MATTEO’S POV My little butterfly is playing games with me. One thing about me, I like to hyper fixate a lot. Right now, there is something intriguing about her, as if she wants to be seen, heard, listened too. As I walk into Motarrio club, I spot Rafe at the bar, his tongue deep down a lady’s throat. I roll my eyes as I glance around and find Dante, his eyes lifting from his phone and seeing the look on my face.

With a firm grip on the base of the dildo, he began to pull it out, the drag against Liam's sensitive inner walls sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. “Fuck,” Liam gasped, throwing his head back against the pillows as Drew thrust the dildo back into him. “Yes, just like that. Don't stop.” * * * The flashing cameras, the chaos of stylists darting around, and the steady thump of curated music in the background—this was now Clara Davenport’s new reality. She walked across the marble floor of Élan Mode International, Adrian’s luxury fashion house, her heels clicking with practiced grace. Her hair was pinned into a sleek updo, her skin glowing under the ring lights, dressed in a silk

Dante gritted his teeth angrily as he scowled at Adrian. Adrian stared at him blankly. "After I found out your plans to take both my dad and me, I decided to be a fool with sense," Mario said, making Candela's face twitch. Everyone furrowed their brows in confusion. "Yes, family. Dante and this bitch, Candela, have been having an affair under our noses," Mario said, making Mimi gasp in absolute surprise. Others were as surprised as she was. "The fuck?" Alfredo asked. Candela stared at Mario blankly.

I asked, my voice slightly trembling despite my best efforts to sound tough. Astor smirked, shrugging his broad shoulders in a completely nonchalant manner. "Matteo's," he said simply. My breath caught at the back of my throat. He gave me a knowing, deeply wicked smirk as he took one more step, totally invading my personal space until the front of his expensive gray suit was almost touching my knit sweater. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Ten p.m. Friday nights." I froze completely. It felt like a bucket of ice water had just been poured straight down my spine. My heart began slamming against my ribs with a terrifying force, and I could feel the blood drain

FIONA'S POV. “How about this lip tint?” Amanda asked, walking up to me as she applied it on her lips. I shook my head. “Hmmm, I'm not sure about that. It doesn't look like your style. It looks weird.” I hit her butt jokingly as I checked through the shelf. “I want to try more something bolder. Most of the ones I have are cool colour and moreover guys are attracted to bold girls.” she giggled. “You are such a slut.”

She squealed and did a little victory dance as they got to the parking lot. Lorenzo laughed and walked ahead of her to get the car… All of a sudden,Dante rushed out from nowhere and pulled Fabiola into his arms… She almost threw up at how bad he smelt as she tried to push him backwards… “Let me go!Dante!” She couldn’t believe he had been waiting for her…in his drunk state… “I’m begging you,Fab.Please take me back…Those months we spent together were the best months of my life…” She wanted to laugh recalling he had told her the opposite when she found out about his affair with Nadia.

“I don't give a shit about other people's opinions; you should do that too.” “Oh, I get it,” I try to appear calm, but I'm almost freaking out inside. “It's good that they see us together, mia ragazza, so that everyone will know that you are mine,” he says succinctly, choking on my saliva. “Of... What are you talking about?” I recovered from the choking. What does he mean by "you are mine"? “Our affair,” he replies, looking at me as if it were obvious. “Dating? What relationship? I don't remember accepting anything!” I say, feeling my heart hammering hard in my chest.

I noticed the panic and despair and regret in those golden orbs of his. How could he look at me like that after seemingly enjoying that kiss? 6 minutes… I turned around and ran away. I didn't dare look back. "With or without you, Lance and I will drive away from the venue,” Enzo said. "After half an hour, it would be safe to assume that the effects of the aphrodisiac are kicking in. And by then, we would only have three minutes left. Max." "What do you mean?" I felt someone grab me by the shoulder.