“I wanna be beating around your bush.” He leans forward, and so do I. Our lips lock, and I am a goner. He pulls me to him, and I willingly leave the warmth of my relaxing bath to climb on top of him. He continues to kiss me, deeper and deeper, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands slide the leng
*Tristan* I need to do something about Emily. I heard her say that she sent that woman in there to kill Rose with my own two ears, and it’s driving me batshit crazy that the king refuses to believe me. It makes me wanna sneak into her room in the middle of the night, put a pillow over her face, an
“Be nice to her, Tristan. She’s not a blow-up doll,” he tells me. “I will be,” I assure him. “I don’t need any bruises on my behind.” He continues to glare at me before he walks away, and I step into the room, taking Rose in my arms. She is still giggling. “He really did fall down. Twice.” “Sure
*Rose*I've watched a talk show before where the mother is adamantly stating to the host who the father of the child is. When the presenter reads the results and declares, "You are NOT the father," the majority of those women invariably get the shock of their life. For me today, the doctor's office
I blink as my brain is trying to follow all the medical jargon that is coming out of her mouth. So far, all I know is she said something about DNA and blood.“Excuse me, Doc, would you mind speaking in simplified English? Not that I am not intelligent enough to understand medical terms or anything,
*Adam*The king paces around looking like an angry Oompa Loompa as he listens to what Dr. Pendergan is telling him. His face has started to resemble an overripe tomato with every word the doctor utters.“What do you mean all of them are the fathers? This wasn’t what we agreed on!”The doctor looks a
“You are right. But we need to have a solution, or I will call off this whole challenge.”“What if we continue with the challenge? When the Breeder is ready to have the babies, the first male child to come out of her will determine the winner,” I suggest.“What do you mean the first male child to co
Slowly, I pull down the zipper, and like an angry cobra ready to attack, his rod pounces out of the restrictive piece of clothing.I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of it. The veins coursing through its length look like dazzling finishing touches to perfection. His rod twitches and seems to grow