Orion's exploring hands tenderly traced the contours of Erin's longing cheeks as he fixated his eyes on her. "God! I've missed you so much, baby girl!" he exclaimed, gently kissing her forehead before capturing her lips again. His lips and tongue traversed in the dance of their mouths, exchanging breaths with Erin. Erin willingly embraced Orion's kisses, finding solace in his words that effortlessly erased her doubts, dispelling any troubles in her heart. "You smell so nice," Orion murmured as his nose grazed the delicate L-shape of her neck. His eyes conveyed myriad emotions, subtly pulling at the string of her robe, his palm discreetly slipping beneath the fabric. Orion's lips continued their journey, tracing down the curve of her neck and the crook of her chest. Erin was nearly breathless, feeling the intense sensations coursing through her veins. "Naked and ready, I see…" he whispered, playfully reddening her cheeks. His gaze traced the contours of her figure, and at th
"Nothing," Orion replied, observing Danica's puffy eyes. "Dad was just asking me if you wanted to return to the city and handle some matters at the office." Orion believed Danica was content with his response, yet an underlying nervousness lingered. "I'm sorry, Dad. I prefer to stay at the resort on the island," Danica responded. Mr. Arvesso nodded, but his gaze held a significant message directed at Orion. "Just as I thought," Orion whispered. They all made their way to the car to head home, but Orion's attention was drawn to a white envelope tucked into Mr. Arvesso's car wiper. Furrowing his brow, Orion glanced around; though a few people were in the area, everyone appeared preoccupied. Who could have placed that there? "Why is there an envelope on your car, Uncle Niel?" Drew asked. "I don't know. Someone is probably playing a prank on me," his dad said. Orion pulled the white envelope, and to his surprise, he discovered his name inscribed on it. "Orion,"
Erin awoke with a heavy sensation in her chest, the strange atmosphere lingering from the previous day, which marked the anniversary of Daryl's death. Despite the weight of the occasion, Orion had not sent her a message, a silence she comprehended. Therefore, she was taken aback when he unexpectedly arrived at her penthouse last night. Anger simmered in Orion's eyes, and she sensed the pain residing in his chest. Regardless of her own feelings, Erin knew she needed to fathom his perspective as Daryl's older brother, enduring the relentless ache until the truth surfaced. The previous night, Orion displayed gentleness despite the weight of pain crushing their hearts. Erin willingly surrendered herself to the experience, embracing him fully. She harbored no regrets, for he held the sole place in her heart. She had to feel him. Erin's emotions would have grown weary if Orion hadn't shifted in bed, meeting her teary eyes. He tenderly kissed her forehead, drawing her closer to his embra
"O?" Erin's voice interrupted Orion as he spoke with Drew on the phone. He turned to find Erin clad only in a robe. "Sorry, I have to go," he quickly apologized to Drew. "Damn! You're leaving me in suspense after telling me your news?" Drew complained. "Talk to you soon. Sorry!" Orion ended the call with Drew and turned his attention to Erin, who was barefoot. "You'll get cold," he cautioned. The outdoor area was windy, especially since it was dark and they were on a high floor. Orion carried Erin and guided her back inside. "It was Drew. I'll introduce you to him and Lily next week. Master Walton invited me to his birthday, and you'll be my plus one," Orion explained. Erin couldn't steady her gaze, revealing her nervousness. "Don't fret, Erin. Perhaps you're concerned that I've invited you to the party because of Mr. Walton. You're the one who expressed that Mr. Lawrence is the one you consider as your dad. There's no need for concern about others; just believe in your relat
Erin felt a wave of sadness engulf her after the doctor shared Zach's current health condition. Anxiously, she couldn't sit still beside him, awaiting him to wake up. "Miss Erin, why don't you call his family?" Marco suggested. Understanding his concern, Erin looked at the clock; it was almost dawn, and they had been at the hospital, tirelessly monitoring her friend's condition. Exhausted but determined, they hadn't taken a break. "I don't know, Marco. I'll wait for Zach to wake up first. His family might not be aware of this situation, so I don't want to interfere," Erin replied. "They didn't know..." Zach's weak voice interrupted. Erin and Marco both flinched as Zach opened his eyes, gazing at them. "Oh my God, Zach! We decided to check your house because it's unusual for you not to respond to my messages." "May I talk to Erin privately?" he requested, turning his gaze towards Marco. Marco shrugged and exited the private ward, leaving Erin and Zach alone with a shared s
After a few days, Erin attended Master Walton's birthday celebration, surrounded by the lavish ambiance of the ballroom adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers and extravagant flowers. Soft jazz melodies filled the air, and the atmosphere shimmered with the laughter and delicate interactions of the attendees. Dressed in a three-piece suit, Orion approached Erin, leaning in to speak privately amid the festive surroundings. "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" he asked, his words meant only for her ears. Curious, Erin responded, "What?" "I want to ruin what you're wearing, see what's underneath," Orion replied unabashedly, evoking a giggle from Erin. "It's Master Walton's birthday, O," she reminded him. "I know," he pouted, "but it's your fault for being so beautiful." Erin's cheeks blushed as they exchanged sultry glances, only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat nearby. Erin straightened up when she saw Drew and Lily approached. Drew p
Orion quickly contacted the hotel's security, given its ownership by the Arvessos. Taking charge, he escorted the unidentified man to the security office, where an interrogation was set to unravel the motives behind his intent to harm Erin. "I doubt he's the individual who entered your penthouse. Have you encountered this person only twice?" Orion inquired of Erin. "I'm not familiar with him. Even during my time in the modeling industry, I never encountered the unsettling experience of being followed by a stalker," Erin responded. The mystery deepened as Erin contemplated why she felt targeted only after leaving the modeling industry. Orion assured her of his commitment to the investigation and urged heightened security measures. "Erin, it's crucial to enhance your security. Avoid going out alone for now. Reach out to me or Marco if you need anything," Orion advised. Marco arrived and escorted her to the office. Meanwhile, a woman with short hair cascading down her neck
Fred Cheng's astonishment was evident as his lips parted in disbelief. "Miss Erin?" invited Assistant Sarah, leading them inside while handing them an access card. Within the expansive warehouse, each supplier occupied a designated space. They navigated through the aisles, aiming for the section where Yurich's stocks were stored in the computer system. Uncomfortable and perspiring, Fred Cheng followed closely behind. Every aisle and area had vigilant monitors, and Drew approached one of them to guide them to the Yurich stocks. Coming to a halt at a closed cube compartment, he unlocked it, revealing three boxes. Erin's lips hung open in shock, her thoughts echoing, 'Is this some kind of joke?' "These are all the Yurich stocks in the warehouse," the man declared. "Uh, there seems to be a mistake, Mr. Walton," Assistant Mike interjected, unable to withhold his comment. "Why?" Drew Walton questioned. Assistant Mike exchanged glances with Erin before passing her tablet to