Sean had just come from the gym when I was about to get out of bed. I sat back on the bed, enjoying his figure; he wore a gray singlet and black sports trousers with white stripes on the sides. His body was sweating, and I looked at him with a look like I was seeing a fantastic sight. Sean let out a smirk and glanced at me as he crossed the bed, and then he walked to his wall in the closet; I followed him. He took something I don’t know what it was, closed it, turned around, and walked towards me; I saw a black jewelry box; yeah, Lord! No more gifts. I waited where I was sitting now. Sean sat next to me and gave me the jewelry box.“Happy Birthday, Ariana.” He smiled after saying that. I was surprised, then realized one thing: Yes, it’s my birthday, and he remembers it. I smiled and then laughed at my forgetful attitude; I looked at Sean with a questioning face.“Open it!” his command answered my question, which I didn’t say. I opened the box, and a pair of diamond earrings from a wor
He did it again on my other breast; the torment felt so long. He kissed and licked my body below my stomach so that I could see traces of wet kisses and licks everywhere on the surface of my skin.“You want me to stop?”The question made me stare at him glaringly; I swore I wouldn’t talk to him if he did that.“If you do that, I swear I’ll never talk to you again,” I threaten, and he chuckles still with his passionate gaze.“Okay, you should be warmed up before I satisfy the birthday despot.” He smiles, and it rubs off on me; I’m half surprised when he sticks his long finger inside me and then shakes it fast. The passion grips me. He stops just as I’m about to get my second release; the next second he fills me, he enters sharply. I groan in pain and shock; Sean looks up with his eyes closed as he sinks inside me. Feeling complete, we fall silent. Then he opens his eyes, looks at me, spreads my thighs, holds them wide open, and presses my thighs up so my ass is slightly pulled up, then
“Come on, we should have lunch outside before playing the rides,” he said; he gave me a peck on the corner of my lips and pulled me to follow him. I was like a robot when his charm drowned me. I was under his arm as we walked through the lobby of Century, one of my hands in the back pocket of his jeans; several people gave Sean polite smiles; almost every woman we met looked at him hungry, but he didn’t seem to care.Sean pressed a button to open the top of my car’s hood, and the song I Took a Pill in Ibiza accompanied our journey. The vehicle stopped at a red light at the crossroads. Turning to the left, I found a man looking at me with a disgusting, seductive smile. Then the man threw a kiss goodbye at me. I turned my gaze to Sean; apparently, he saw the man. My eyes widened when he kissed me hard on my lips. I was slightly affected by his kiss, and then Sean gave his middle finger to the man after he kissed me; seconds later, the traffic light turned green, and we sped away. I laug
I help Sean get dressed. I don’t want him to sound too formal. It’s just a birthday party, wearing black jeans, a linen shirt, then a dark blue body-fit suit; he chooses to wear my favorite Hermes belt; it looks like whatever he wears will still be handsome, even when not wearing anything. He looks very seductive. Sean returned to his wall in the closet and took something. After that, it was back in front of me.“You’re missing something,” he said; in his hand was a bright blue box at the top of the lid that told Stuart Weitzman, and I knew this was another expensive item. I opened the box cover, glaring at a pair of beautiful white stilettos studded with jewels on the surface of the small straps inside the box.He then took the expensive thing out of the box, told me to sit on the dresser chair, and helped me put it on. He smiled at my feet, wearing the thing, then looked at me.“You’re ready now,” he assured, then took the shoes he would wear in his wall closet and put them on, after
Music was playing from a loudspeaker that was big enough and hooked up by someone's iPod; I don't know who it might be, Rani or Caroline, Westlife's More Than Words sounded. My father and mother-in-law seemed to be dancing. I smiled at the couple, who were no longer young, but I could feel the love radiating from both of them. Rani dances with Sean. They are having a serious conversation. I want to know; my Inner Goddess looks at me with a rebuking look, my senses stomping their feet in disapproval; my curious mode is here. Benjamin dispelled my gaze and looked at Sean and Rani, his sweet smile distracting me. I smiled back."Dance with me, Ana." He held out his hand, and I had a moment of deja vu; we used to practice the choreography together. I accepted his outstretched hand, and he led me slightly to the center of the room, joining the other dancing couples. We talked about the funniest things we had together during choreography practice with other dancers. I laughed when Benjamin
I inhaled the aroma I liked; we were silent for a while.“I saw the dancer steal the opportunity when Rani and I were dancing.”I know where this is going. We’re going to talk about Benjamin again.“You danced with Rani, I didn’t have any dance buddies and Benjamin asked me.”“I won’t let that happen again.”I rolled my eyes, hearing his possessive attitude; how long would he be jealous of all the men approaching me??! After all, Benjamin would never get the chance.“When are you going to stop acting like this??”“I know what he wants Ariana, he still wants you even though you’re mine.”Our conversation stopped when the car pulled up in the basement; Sam opened the door where Sean sat, and I came out after him. No one spoke in the elevator until we entered the room; Sean took off his coat. Does that mean I won’t meet Benjamin??“Does that mean I’m not allowed to meet Benjamin?” I want to make sure. I looked at Sean, who was unbuttoning his linen shirt. His movements stopped when he wa
I was surprised when someone opened the door to my office violently; I recognized Sean when the man said my name."Damn! Ana, what happened?? Where is Atika?? Did she hurt you??"I didn't answer all these questions. I just cried; when Sean was about to hug me, I kept away from him."Just go! I need to be alone," I shooed away without seeing his face. I wiped the tears on my face roughly; why is he here??"I'm worried about you," he answered my thoughts. I didn't move where I was. We were silent for a while. My mind is messed up; all of this makes my head feel like it's about to explode."Ana, say something." Sean broke the silence between us. I didn't know what to say. My heart aches, and my mind is complete; my finger touches our wedding ring, my gaze falls on it, and spins it around my finger. Should I give up?? It hurts to think about it when I'm in a state of love and have to choose to let go, NO!! My Inner Goddess snapped with my senses; what was I thinking?? He needs me he loves
I pushed the door that was not closed tightly; he seemed to be sitting in his work chair with a laptop perched. Sean massaged the area between his forehead, and while closing his eyes, he looked frantic. I walked over to him, and he felt my presence; he looked at me and smiled back at me.“Dinner’s ready; I hope you don’t mind eating tom yam,” I tell him. He laughs weakly and then tells me to sit on his lap. I looked at his laptop, which showed an email, I read it, and it was from Atika.“I wonder what that woman wants, why can’t she let you go?”I don’t want to mince words; maybe this is a good time to discuss the woman.“I decided to end my partnership with her, in exchange for the business we have been running together.”I furrowed my brow. Business?? What kind of business??“What kind of business??” I can’t contain my curiosity.“A resort in Bali, at first we managed the place together, but it looks like she needs money, and I think she has been disturbing my life enough for so lo