"Hey!" He whispers while on top of me, and I stroke his jaws to let him know that I can hear him. "I will feel like a complete jerk if you don't look at me." I know I have called him a jerk several times. I also don't know how it feels to be a jerk, but I know that it isn't a good feeling at all. I don't want him to feel anything like that after praising me so much while preserving my purity. How is that even possible? He is such a magical pleasure. I never knew something like that really existed until a while ago. I gather the little courage and strength left in me after all the trembling and moaning, and I open my eyes, meeting his. "Tell me you are okay." He asks the moment my eyes meet his, and I slowly nod, which makes him smile. "Are you okay?" I ask as my hand drops slowly to his chin, caressing his lower lip with my thumb.He looks at me without saying anything, and then he leans and gives me one last kiss, which I welcome gladly. "Thank you." He hums. I show him the most b
He gives me a quick glance, then he looks away, staring into space for a couple of minutes before dropping his hand on top of the duvet. I take his hand into mine and put my other hand on top of it, soothing him. "Some other time, please?" He looks at me, his eyes pleading with me not to insist, and I understand him. It must still hurt to talk about his life, or maybe he doesn't trust me with his secrets. That time will surely come, Andy, and I will be here waiting to listen to all your worries and fears, because I know those are the things holding you back from trusting again. "Okay. Forget everything else. Can you tell me how you became a filthy billionaire? You should be so proud of everything you have accomplished in life. Everybody in the world would want to be where you are." I smile at him, and he smiles back, brightening up a little. "Filthy, huh?" He asks with the most genuine smile I have ever seen on him. "This is all about God plus my handwork. I have built the AA empire
Curse this freaking alarm! Jeez! Is it morning already? I feel like I just took forty winks. I slept so late last night because today is charity event day, and I decided to make some snacks for the kids. I learned from Andy that both children's homes' have a total of 120 children, so I made about 150 cupcakes. I left about ten for today's breakfast and packed the rest. I did not want to tell anyone that I was going to prepare something, so I waited until Andy retired to bed so that I could start preparing my surprise. And that is how I found myself going to bed for twenty to forty minutes. I went to bed in the morning, and I had to wake up early in the morning. I hope he likes my surprise, though. I stop the alarm, kick my warm duvet aside, and get out of bed. It's seven in the morning, a perfect time to make breakfast. As the host, Andy should be at the venue by twelve to receive the quests, and we are all going together. I change from my pyjamas to a black sleeveless dress after t
We are in the foyer, at around four thirty in the evening, with glasses of juice in our hands, waiting for Andy to come and give his vote of thanks so that we can call it a day. The day has been a joyous one. We had incredible fun with the kids. Gosh! I can't even recall the last time I fiddled with children the way I did today. I engaged with them in almost every recreation, including hide and seek, which was the most incredibly fantastic because Andy deliberately called me from my hiding place so that his daughter could win. He will pay for that later, I swear. All the same, I think that was the highlight of the fun. Thereupon, I assembled all the children and disseminated the cupcakes, and Andy notified me later that someone paid a generous amount for them, which will be part of the donation. I did not have that kind of idea when I was making the cupcakes. All I wanted was to gift kids with something, but nevertheless, I am so delighted that I somehow helped boost funds for the ki
I am in love—deeply in love—with the impossible Adrian Ashton. Or, should I say, the broken Andy?Days have gone by since the day we went to that charity event. Despite the disturbing, contradicting emotions of seeing my ex in the most unexpected place, I came home enthusiastic that day because my sweet, handsome crush, Andy, had promised that we would talk about the kissing that has become addictive to both of us. I was so eager to know why he kisses me every day with so much passion. I was ecstatic about understanding his true feelings for me. Finally, I would know what he really wants from me. On getting home, Andy became distant. He did not want to talk. We did not even have coffee together that day. He went directly to his office, and when I went to ask him if we could talk, all I got was the annoying "I am busy" response. He did not even look at me. He did not care to ask what I wanted to say. He did not even tell me that we would talk later. No. He just dismissed me by burying
"W.h.a.t?" I stammer, feeling confused. "Turn around," she asserts. What the heck is she up to? I do as she asks, albeit with dismay, and I meet with the only person I was hiding from. Right in front of me stands my tormentor, my.... What the hell is he doing here? Did this bitch friend of mine set me up? Did...I turn to look at my phone in my hands, and wow! Just wow! My friend hung up on me a long time ago. Ooh, I will kill that bitch friend of mine! How dare she? She better... "So you want to forget me, huh? Can you?" So he was listening to our conversation? Shit! I did not want this. Damn you, Rita!All the same, I think it's high time I show him what Tania Marie Lawson is made of. How dare he challenge me? Is he enjoying toying with me this way? Is he taking pleasure in torturing me with these stupid kisses of his? I hear his footsteps getting closer, and I stand up to face him this time around with all my guards on. I won't be swayed by his sweet, cold talks or anythi
"Hey, princess! Have the kids upset you again?" I ask Angel before letting her walk to class, kneeling with one knee to match her height. "No, Auntie Ania. They were even forced to apologize to me by the teacher. They even want to be my friends, but I don't want to befriend them." She answers with her sweet voice. I am so addicted to this kid. I love her like she was mine. "Listen, princess. If someone wrongs you and then later apologizes for their mistakes, you should forgive them, okay? It's not good to stay mad at someone even after apologizing. However, nobody should force you to be friends with them if you do not want to. You choose your friends, but it is not wrong for them to want to be your friends either. They learned their lesson, okay?" "Yes, auntie Ania. I will consider that." "Good. Hug me." She falls into my hands, and we hug. "Okay, go to class now. I love you, baby." "I love you too, auntie." She runs off to class, and I walk back to the car where Mark is waiting,
"Listen, Tania. I won't refute that I feel something for you. I do feel something. I like you. I like that you are getting along well with Angel. I admire your nobility and your openness. You are an excellent girl. But, you see, every affair requires an essential thing called trust. Without trust, there is nothing, and that's something I don't have. I cannot trust you again. I have nothing to offer you." I was about to ask myself if it is practical to love someone you cannot trust, but then I recall that he said "like.". He just likes me. He likes me, which is why he has been kissing me so passionately. He likes me so much, and that is why he was so angry last night because I did not let him kiss me. Wow! I like his fucking way of liking! I take my maced... whatever tea and start taking huge sips to calm myself. He takes his tea too, and we drink in silence. Through the corner of my eyes, I can see him stealing glances at me once in a while, but I do not care to look at him. It is o