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Seven: Re-evaluating The Contract.
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His hands caged her slender waist, fastening her gliding hips to his own. Francesca looked down at her husband with a whimpering cry escaping her agape lips. His expression was uncertain but one could tell when a man was close.Beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he raised his hands to enclasp her untamed breasts that bounced in the shadowy silhouette across the walls. Francesca faked her moaning like she was about to cum but his was a lot realer.There was a way Aaron usually scrunched his nose, holding around her back and breathing into the side of her neck. And whenever they fought, this was the easiest way to release all the anger and the tension. Deep groans that built up from the back of his throat met the hair across her neck as Aaron shot his seed inside of her. Synchronizingly, she matched his exclaim before she was tossed to the bed. She stood almost immediately while he laid limp with his hands across her chest. “Where are you going?” Aaron didn’t even dart
A Deal With Mr. Baron Nine: Bring Her To Me.
A frantic knock on the bathroom door drifted her out of her thoughts and Emma trembled with the pregnancy test in her hands. When the door drew open to Damien, she had managed to hide it beneath the sink and she heaved a deep breath before turning to him.A suspecting glare assessed her from head to toe and he wondered why she was fully clothed after being in there for half an hour. She scoffed, turning back around to wash her hands and he peeked into the crystal clear toilet.“What are you doing?” He asked.Emma wiped her hands across the velvet towel before brushing past his shoulders. “I was on my way out” He was convinced only after a few seconds, after when he closed the door. “They’re still looking for Sofia” Damien continued and Emma shrugged, confused about what to do with such information.“Ferdinand called, her mother is worried, asking whether we’ve been in contact since she went missing” Damien leaned against his desk as Emma ran her hands through her hair. She took off he
A Deal With Mr. Baron Ten: I’m Pregnant.
The pitter patters between his fingertips and the keyboard was a sound that echoed through the room. It was all Emma Roberts could focus her ears on as she slipped her hands through her dress. Her eyes remained fixated on the man in front of her and she had been heaving breathes in the hopes of getting Damien's attention. He was so concentrated on his work that he never even looked at her.He usually didn't because there was always something.Blowing raspberry, she put her foot against the ground with a thud and finally he lifted his gaze to the woman on his bed. "We should go out, don't you think?" Emma asked in a gentle tone and his brows arched because she rarely ever asked him out. "What's the occasion?""I don't know. Cant we just spend some time together—just the two of us. When Sofia was here, it was because of her but now that she's gone, nothing has changed. You almost never look at me anymore and i feel somewhere in your heart, you resent me for a choice that you made.""I'
A Deal With Mr. Baron Eleven: Our Little Secret.
From where she sat, Sofia could see the large outstretched roofs that soared into the skies above Salem. The wind was eerily cold and she held tightly to savor her cup of coffee. Occasionally a passerby would roam across on a phone call, be it the street photographers or just the normal coffee drinkers like herself. It was a peaceful town which was something strange.However, she moved not an inch as she sat with her legs folded up in her chair. Her hands fell to her keyboard and over the last half an hour, she had pondered on the perfect opening sentence for this book she was working on. An opening sentence that made a point—that was bold and still somehow captured her sense of humor.It was tough, trying to write again especially with a lot of things going on. Just then an ice cream truck with a whistle drew her out her thoughts and coincidentally, she brought her eyes to Theo who had been just opposite her ever since.“You want?” He scoffed with a smirk and she rolled her eyes to th
A Deal With Mr. Baron Twelve: The Other Woman.
Mr Winters lifted his gaze from the plate of food in front of him. He halted his chewing, seeing his wife had barely eaten anything, for the last few days even. And his hands dropped the cutleries to his plate before gulping down some water.“Theresa” Ferdinand called with a heavy accent in his tone.Her eyes remained fixed on nothing in particular as she zoned out of that kitchen to where she was. “The police are doing their best to find where she is and Sofia will come back” Knowing what this was about, he continued and it was then Theresa darted her eyes back to him.They were red with sour patches beneath that had shown she’d been crying for days. She never stood up for Sofia when she was around and she realized how much of a grave mistake that was. Because now, not only did she lose one daughter, Theresa had lost two and when she looked into Ferdinand’s eyes, she faced the pain and her heart was stung by immense resentment.“It’s been one week” She gritted through her teeth and hi
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirteen: Facing The Devil.
The satin hazelnut dress fell across her slender frame and with her hands clasping her hips, Sofia made her way into the banqueting hall. She had halted next to Oscar Baron for a few seconds and he had barely said a word to her.When the elevator doors chimed, only then did he link his arms around hers and they made their way into the chilly room and underneath the lavish crystal chandelier that dropped from the ceiling. In the process, a smile was quick to light up her lips as the hall immediately graced their presence with murmurs and several people throwing their heads over their shoulders. It was a strictly private dinner party with mostly his family members who ought to know he was married.That way, only them knew before the media did.And by the way Oscar darted his eyes back and forth, it was obvious amongst the guests, he searched for his own father. He had invited Ronald, not that he even expected him to be here but at least all the three Baron brothers were around—dressed
A Deal With Mr. Baron Fourteen: Let Me Go, Dimitri.
Sofia shuddered the moment she met his harkening gaze.Dimitri placed the phone into his pockets and with each step he took towards her, she took double backwards. With an earnest arch between his brows, he struck a finger at her. “You!” Came a tone that was lacey and very threatening and Sofia pushed a hard lump down her throat.Throwing her head over her shoulders, the corridors were idle with the door to the dinner party closed to the both of them and she had wandered into the garden, something that seemed to be the worst of ideas now once she thought back.“Were you eavesdropping?” He asked.“No” She blurted out in fright and you could tell from the shaky breathes that escaped her lips. The winds breezed into her crimson face and she found it difficult to walk with her back. However, she couldn’t risk breaking eye contact with Dimitri. Only God knew what he was capable of. He had a cold gaze that pierced into her glossy eyes, out of fear.“I swear—“ She stuttered.“I just came for
A Deal With Mr. Baron Fifteen: Don’t Ever Touch My Wife Again.
“What?” Sofia watched his eyes spark with rage once she’d told Oscar what had happened and immediately, he drifted apart from the wall and towards her. Setting his gaze around her bruised neck, he examined her injuries with deep breathes escaping his lips.“Did Dimitri—Did Dimitri lay his hands on you?” He just wanted to know one thing and that was it. Sofia tried to shake her head but his eyes darted to her ankles as well and he just knew it was him.He knew there was an altercation——that Dimitri dared lay his hands on his wife. “Oscar. Don’t try to save me.” She called him before he left and holding his hands back, he threw her a gaze over his shoulders. ”Let me go” He muttered, fuming with a rage to make the bastard pay. “You just stay right here” He withdrew his hands from her and charged through the doors, leaving Sofia to limp behind him. She held up her dress, trailing towards the banqueting hall where Dimitri had retracted to with pretense buried in his eyes as he conversed
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