Hector and I were lying on the bed, lost in our embrace. Our eyes were locked on each other's, as if we were staring into each other's souls. I could still hear his question echoing in my head, making me think of all kinds of possibilities. I was scared, but when his hands touched my nipples, I lost myself in the moment. Hector's tongue slid across my lips, sending shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck, slowly making his way down to my chest. His hands grabbed my breasts, and I couldn't help but giggle. He used his tongue to tease the tips of my nipples, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. Suddenly, Hector's hand moved lower, and he slipped a finger inside me. I gasped, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. He began to move his finger inside me, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. I couldn't believe what was happening as Hector carried me on his arms, walking away from the bed, suddenly, he pressed me against the wall, his strong arms holding
Elysia's Pov As I woke up in the hotel room, the events of the night before came rushing back to me. I had spent the night with Hector, my new lover, and the thought of it made me somewhat felt alive. Hector wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his touch. I could feel his member hard against me, and as he gently slid inside of me, I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. Despite the guilt and confusion I was feeling, I couldn't deny the way Hector made me feel. Being with him was a way for me to escape the pain and trauma of my past, and for a little while, I could forget about everything else and just focus on the present. As Hector continued to thrust into me, I couldn't help but cry out with pleasure. The sound of our skin clashing together filled the room, and I was screaming so loud that I was sure the entire hotel could hear us. But Hector didn't seem to care. He kept riding me harder and harder, refusing to stop even when we
Elysia's Pov "Good morning madam" Rosaline greeted at first glance and I smiled at her. "Good morning Rosaline." My eyes drifted around in search of Ian but the mansion was too quiet, though Ian has been awfully quiet since Becca's death. "His teacher-Aurora, came over to pick him up." Rosaline answered. For a moment I paused, my brows furrowed as I wondered why his teacher had come to the house. This has never happened before. "Why was that?" Rosaline's brows furrowed, as though she would rather walk away than respond to my question, but then she answered "Ian had refused to leave for school without you dropping him off. His teacher arrived when they noticed he wasn't present. You know it's almost exams time and his attendance is of great importance. He missed school a lot dye to Becca's death." I could see the hidden anger in Rosaline's eyes. Her voice might have been explanatory but she spoke with utmost disgust. I ignored, watching her as she went on her business. ...
Damon's Pov "Hey Damon, how's it going?" Warren asked, his voice laced with concern. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "It's been better," I admitted. "I've been trying to keep busy, but it's hard not to think about everything that's happened." Warren nodded sympathetically. "I know it's tough," he said. "But you're doing a great job holding everything together. I'm here for you if you need to talk or just need a break." I appreciated Warren's words, but I couldn't shake the feeling that things were spiraling out of control. Elysia was distant and distant, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me. And then there was the casino, which seemed to be bleeding money despite my best efforts to turn things around. "Thanks, Warren," I said, forcing a smile. "I appreciate it. I just wish I could do something to make things right." "Why are you so worried, Warren?" I asked, noticing the concern on his face. "It's just...I don't know, Damon," Warren said hes
Darryl's Pov I drove home in a daze, my mind numb with shock. I couldn't believe what had just happened with my father. He had never been one for ultimatums, but this was a whole new level of cold-heartedness. As I pulled into my driveway, I realized that it was late at night. I had no idea how long I had been at the casino, but it must have been hours. I was exhausted and drained, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about the world for a little while. But as I stumbled out of the car, I realized that I was too tired to even make it inside. My legs felt like lead, and my head was spinning. I collapsed onto the seat of my car, and the next thing I knew, I was drifting off to sleep. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I woke up, it was morning. The sun was shining through the windows, and I was covered in a thin layer of sweat. My head was pounding, and I had a crick in my neck from sleeping in an awkward position. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I
Darryl's Pov "But sir, regarding her case, since the insertion has been done, she might get pregnant even while in a coma. And we can't abort it since we don't know how well she is doing. She will have to wake up for that. And that means we will need her approval to get the baby aborted." I'm beyond shock. The heck! I jerked from the hospital bed and started pacing around. What will I do? "What should we do?" I screamed at the director. "We should wait for her to awake. Before then we will know if she is pregnant." Director Thomas tried to make me relax but I couldn't. "So if she gets pregnant when she wakes up what are we to tell her?" I started pacing around, trying to imagine the scene- "Hey Eloise, you see when you were in a coma, we kinda mistook you for another patient and inserted a sperm inside you, shockingly you are pregnant, yeh what a surprise." I frowned at Thomas. "Who is going to want to hear that?" I sat on the bed and placed my knees in-between my thighs. What d
When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in a desolate room. The walls were painted white, the floors and even the ceiling. Abruptly, the room changed, and I saw twenty-five-year-old me with my father. It was the year I got a scholarship to further my studies in Los Angeles. "Elysia, I think you should take the scholarship; you can get married later; this resort won't come twice." My father was anxious. I could discern the pain in his eyes. I wouldn't assert I was not disheartened, I was, but I tried to exclude it. There was absolutely no way I would leave without Peter. We applied to further our studies in Los Angeles, but only mine came through. I know he was impeded. So to make him cheerful, I thought the best thing was to repudiate the offer and accept his proposal. Did he do it on purpose? Did he propose to me cause he knew I wouldn't leave him if we married? Did he trick me? If he did, he succeeded. My life became a living hell after marriage. I should have listened to my father.
Damon's Pov As I walked into the house, I was greeted by the sight of my wife, Elysia, on her knees in front of me, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Damon, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you again." I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I looked down at her. It had become a habit for Elysia to beg and plead for my forgiveness whenever she did something wrong. And to be honest, it was a habit that I had come to enjoy. "You always disappoint me, Elysia. How many times do I have to tell you to follow my rules before you finally understand?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sorry, Damon. I'll do better, I promise." Elysia sniffled, her eyes pleading with me. "I've heard that before, Elysia. But actions speak louder than words. If you truly want to make it up to me, you'll show me that you're capable of following my rules." Elysia nodded, her eyes still trained on the ground. "I understand. I'll do anything to make it up to you." I couldn't h