Mariana Adams' Point of ViewIt might be funny for people around me but they shouldn't laugh at what I am going to do. I am now wrapping my arms around his neck whilst my legs are straddling around his waist like a baby. People might treat me as a laughingstock but who the hell cares? I missed him so much that I wouldn't dare to take my hands off him even though he's working. "What's that?" I inquired now that my eyes saw a blueprint on his screen. Ares placed his chin above my shoulder and spoke. "I have something to tell you," he said as if he's a little excited. "It's a blueprint of a new building my company will build in LA. That's why we're going there soon. Maybe in three days or a week," he said which made my eyebrows arched. My small round eyes widened as my stares went to him and then forced back to his current location. "R-Really? Does that mean we're going back to LA?" Slowly, he bobbed his head and bit his lower lip before sighing heavily. "Yes. But that doesn't mean
Mariana Adams’ Point of View There is no doubt that men in black kept on appearing at the whole mansion again. I knew that Ares’ men came here and there are a total of almost forty people who came here. When I passed by one person earlier, he had no gun with him and when ai peered outside where they are currently having a meeting, almost all of them have nothing in their waist. Right now, I am in the kitchen cooking. Ares asked me to make him a delicious food which is the reason why I started moving right now as the dish I’m going to prepare is not the usual meal. Whilst I was inside the kitchen alone, the sliding door that was beside me opened and it was Emman, our gardener who turns one to be my friend, comes in. He was wearing a white sando as sweat fell off his face to his chest. “Morning,” I greeted him with a huge grin. He hoisted his gazes and then spoke. “You’re here,” he enunciated. “I didn’t saw you for the past few days. Where were you?” he inquired with a worried
Mariana Adams' Point of View"Goodness, what are you doing?" Ares muttered with a tone of whining. After a few minutes of kissing, I decided to lower myself down and kneel in front of him. I came across of the idea of immediately kneeling down and play with his little thing but rather than doing what my intentions are, I remained staring at it like a kid playing with her toy. Ares was sitting down the sofa whilst the strap of my dress fell down my shoulder. He clenched his jaw whilst his hand grabbed my hair, he extended his arms and held my risk before putting his one finger inside my mouth. Stress was visible in his face. He wanted me to put it inside my mouth so bad but I couldn't do it due to some reasons. "It's cute," I said while giggling, licking the tip. My man groaned. Seeing him miserable like this and craving for my mouth makes me enjoy the whole time I am here. "Baby, what are you doing? What's with the sudden change of behavior?" I chuckled. "What?" I said. "I was
Mariana Adams' Point of ViewEverytime I think of all the girls Ares has fucked, all I could be feeling was jealous and at the same time, envious. He was really good at making every girl feel damn satisfied whenever he does something that could pleasure us. Thinking he had done it with others, I couldn't erase the sudden scene in my head as faces of unknown girls kept on popping to my mind whilat Ares was fucking them. It makes my blood boil but I couldn't be angry. I don't want him to call me immature and besides, I'm trying my best to erase that sudden thought to my mind. "Aaahhh…" a long yet soft moan came out from my lips. "Your back is sexy," Ares muttered the moment he spanked my butt while fucking me from behind. I glanced at him and then spoke, arching my eyebrows. "My back only?" "Of course not. You are fucking sexy, baby."A giggles escaped from my lips. Both my knees are on the sofa whilst my hands was resting at the headrest of the sofa. I felt cold as the aircon touc
Ares Damien Lamiento's Point of ViewBefore I can go back to my organization, there are some things I have to do first, and those things are the problems that have arisen there. Because Stacy, the daughter of a family friend, never stopped bothering me, it became somewhat challenging for me to overcome her. She has been hanging around, flirting with me, and telling everyone that we are dating, and then she says that it was all a joke when she tells them that we are dating. People who are familiar with me have a propensity to ask me questions, write me emails, and even inquire about my personal connections to him. It is such a contentious issue that is being discussed on the internet right now, and I am so relieved that I am not going to let Mariana use my phone because if she does, there is a significant chance that I would lose my mind and that she will end up killing me. Because, first of all, there's a tension between me and another group, and the only thing that could lessen the
Mariana Adams' Point of View"Be a good girl, got it?" he stated while we were facing each other across the room. We are currently standing in front of his penthouse. I was referring to the entire structure. We are standing in front of the building, outside the front door, while security personnel are standing behind him and a large vehicle is parked behind my back. I was in the process of holding my luggage; some of my belongings are here, while others are in his closet. I did not bring all of my clothing with me but rather took some with me in the event that I end up sleeping in this location. Besides, Ares doesn't like it. Because of him, I will be departing, and there is no chance that I will ever return; I do not want this to take place. My friend Emman interjected and said, "I will be the one who will guard her, and you can have peace of mind that she will be safe." Ares' blazing eyes turned their attention to him. After tensing his jaw, he finally started speaking. "I just
Mariana Adams' Point of ViewEverything brings back fond memories. The door to our flat had a crack in it when we got home. I could even remember how I constantly tell Fatima to close it whenever she comes or when she returns. I could say that whenever she comes or when she returns. Depending on how you look at it, today's opening could have been either of the two. The entirety of our apartment is filled with an eerie quiet that I haven't experienced in quite some time. Ares fled as soon as he caught sight of me approaching the building through the gate. I wasn't sure if Fatima was here, but looking at the calendar and seeing that it's a school day, I'm guessing she left for class. The fact that the gate was opened all the way, though, is what has left me feeling even more dumbfounded. When I saw the door, I instinctively bit the lower part of my lip. Our grandma used to greet us at the door each time we went to school and wait for us outside until we left; however, she is not ther
Mariana Adams’ Point of View When I got back to Italy, I went grocery shopping so that Fatima wouldn't form any incorrect assumptions about anything, and I also took advantage of the opportunity to catch up on some reading. Because I do not intend to put any of the things that I purchased during that time period to use, I came to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to give the clothing to her rather than keep it in my closet. Ares gave me an enormous cabinet and stocked it with clothing that he had specifically purchased for me and placed inside the cabinet. He also provided me with the cabinet itself. If I'm being entirely truthful with you, I have a thing for fashion, but I'm not particularly obsessed with collecting things at all.She yelled after Fatima, "Good heavens, Fatima! Have I not previously instructed you to get rid of all of these outdated and worn-out items of clothing? I have only just now brought up the fact that we are currently situated within her