One hand wraps around my waist, and he presses me against his rock-hard body, crashing his lips onto mine. A gasp escapes my lips as I eagerly kiss him back, craving more intimate contact. It's intense, unlike any kisses I've experienced before, causing my brain to melt and my insides to scorch, my desire pooling between my legs. I hold onto his neck, digging my fingers into his skin, kissing him passionately.Our bodies pressed tightly together, Devon carries me to the bed while keeping our lips locked. I moan as his fingers brush past my breasts, already hard and sensitive. He senses my pleasure and cups his hands around them, sending waves of pleasure through me. He runs his fingers under my breasts, feeling them through the fabric, and I moan, arching my back against his touch, wanting more.A deep groan escapes his lips, his body glistening with sweat. He begins to pull up the straps of my nightgown, but I take over, pulling it down to my waist and climbing on top of him. This sur
Breakfast is awkward the next morning with Devon and me both looking everywhere but at each other. It feels surreal - just a few hours ago, we were sleeping together, naked and intimate, and now we have to act like we're completely unbothered by it. The clinking of cutlery against plates seems unusually loud, as if the silence in the room is amplifying every sound.I try to focus on my food, the taste of the waffles and syrup on my tongue, but it's hard to shake off the memory of his lips on mine. The lingering warmth from our shared moments leaves me feeling both flustered and exhilarated. I steal a quick glance at him, and it's evident that he's just as uneasy as I am. The tension in his posture and the way he avoids my gaze tell me that he's struggling to process what happened between us too.Emma, on the other hand, seems to be thoroughly enjoying our discomfort. Her eyes dart back and forth between us, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She takes a casual sip of her orange juic
Weeks later, the excitement of our newfound love still envelops us, its warmth refusing to wane. It surprises me how wrong I was to worry that Devon would get tired of me quickly. Every day seems to fly by as we laugh together and share sweet kisses. My favorite thing now is lying on Devon's chest at night and listening to him tell stories about his life.His voice is like a soothing song, and I'm captivated by every word he says. I feel a deep connection as he shares his thoughts and feelings with me. It's like we have our own little world during these late-night conversations.With my head resting on his chest, I feel the steady beat of his heart, and it makes me feel safe and secure. In these moments, everything feels right, and I can't help but believe that our love is meant to last.And the best part is, I no longer have to pretend to be in love with him because, well... I am in love with him, and I'll be honest, the real thing is way better than the fake one. Since his admission
The next morning, the news of Evelyn Parker's death spreads through every media outlet. I stand there, completely shocked, as the reporter shares the incident, suggesting that she committed suicide. It's puzzling, why would Evelyn want to take her own life?Devon is right there beside me, wearing a similar look of surprise. "Evelyn's dead. That's unexpected," he murmurs, deep in thought.I take a shaky breath and turn to face him. "Do you... Maybe," I start slowly, cutting myself off. "Have anything to do with it?" I ask, my voice betraying my fear.Before I can finish my question, Devon shakes his head, his eyes reflecting his sincerity. "No, not at all. I only threatened her, that's all. But I'll conduct my own investigation, something feels off." He mutters, echoing my concerns."I thought it was just me." I whisper, swallowing. Devon gently grasps my hands for support."Don't worry too much. I'll get to the bottom of this. I promise," he reassures me, and I nod, taking a deep brea
While speaking with a group of businessmen who gathered around me after my speech, my eye catches Jessica standing in the middle of the hall, completely still. Surprised and confused, I immediately excuse myself from the gathering, going to meet her.My heart races as I make my way through the crowded hall of the extravagant party. The pulsating music and laughter fill the air, but my attention is drawn to Jessica standing alone, motionless amidst the chaos. Her usually vibrant presence has disappeared completely, and she looks like a shadow of herself, frozen in a state of fear.Concern etches itself across my face, and I quicken my pace, weaving through the throngs of people until I reach her side. Her stance is rigid, her body tense, and her eyes dart around as if searching for an unseen threat."Jessica," I call out softly, my voice barely audible above the clamor. "Are you alright?" I ask, staring at her intently.She flinches, and her eyes flicker towards me, her gaze distant an
The next day arrives, and I put on my usual act of pretending everything's fine. I watch with a forced smile as Emma and Devon head off to work, completely unaware of what's really going on inside me. They exchange goodbyes and leave happily, but beneath my outward cheerfulness, a deep unease lingers that I can't shake off. As soon as the door closes behind them and they disappear from view, my façade crumbles, revealing a bone-chilling fear that coats my face. I'm left alone with my thoughts, my heart racing and a shiver running down my spine. It's just me now, facing the relentless grip of fear that refuses to let go.With trembling hands, I pick up my phone, staring at the message that has haunted me all morning. Letting out a shaky breath, I read it once more, tears stinging the corners of my eyes which I quickly blink back, pressing my lips together in a tight line."Good morning, Marie. Or should I say, Jessica?" The message reads, and a fierce flash of anger courses through me.
"Didn't I warn you not to tell your husband?" The message reads, and my heart sinks.Oh God, I groan internally, pacing around in the bathroom, my heart pounding and cold sweat breaking all over my body. Taking in a deep breath, I make to reply."I didn't tell him anything. He figured it out on his own." I type back to him, holding my breath as I click on send."He did? So he must've known about us beforehand. You've really progressed in your relationship. But I do not care about that." He replies back and I bite my lower lip, awaiting the next text."When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it to the end. For this, you will be punished so you know I am not joking about this."The message causes me to reel to a stop. What the hell does he mean? Don't you dare! I type back, but I'm almost hyperventilating, my hands shaking. The message doesn't deliver and I know he's out of reach once more. Resisting the urge to pull out my hair in frustration, I turn on the tap and let out a s
With Devon gone, I can't keep pretending to be strong. My legs give way, and I fall to the ground, heart shattered and devastated. For the first time in my entire life, I feel a different kind of fear - the fear of losing Devon to this. It must be what Zachary wanted from the very beginning, hence the order for me to keep it all a secret, knowing fully well it won't work out."Please, don't hate me," I whisper to myself as I cry, tears still streaming down my eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you," I murmur, burying my face in my hands. I don't know for how long I sit there, just crying, but soon the door opens and Devon walks back in. I snap my head up, looking at him through the blurry gaze.His focus is on me, but he is holding something else in his hands. I soon recognize them to be tiny cameras, and my heart skips a beat. Without another word, he destroys them and disposes of them. Then he walks back to me, a furious look on his face. For a while, I'm frozen, just stari