I knew that I had to come up with an explanation so that Dahlia wouldn’t figure out that this woman is actually my real mother. If she found out about my mother’s real identity then she would also figure out that I am not Anthony. I cursed silently inside my head because I wasn't sure how to bring the situation under control. I had seen my mother lose her temper before and I knew just how bad it could get. She could easily turn into a crazy woman with no control over her emotions and her actions in her fit of rage, and I didn't want that to happen here right in front of Dahlia. It was bad enough that she had to hear everything already. “What is going on? Why are you being so loud when i'm trying to take some rest?” A lazy and sleepy sounding voice suddenly asked from the direction of the bed. I felt my heart skip a beat in my chest as I slowly turned my head in the direction where the voice came from. I saw Dahlia sitting up on the bed and looking our way with a confused and slight
I didn’t think that I was a nice person at all. If anything, I must be one of the most deceitful and selfish people out there because I’m always doing things for my own survival or just to get by. Even now, I was lying to her and putting on an act to shield my mother from blame. I didn’t even want to think what kind of face Dahlia would make if she were to find out the truth. Not wanting to lie to her any further, I simply put on one of my best smiles. “You should leave now. I want to talk privately with my fiancé,” Dahlia ordered my mother before she smiled politely.My mother stood up emotionlessly as if she was a robot, and without looking our way, she made her way out of the room. Once again I was left alone with Dahlia and I wondered what it was that she wanted to talk to me about.“Why did you let her talk to you that way? I mean, she’s your nanny…but still…” Dahlia snapped at me and it was clear just how frustrated she was. She bit on her lower lip as a troubled look appeared
I had to admit that I didn’t understand what was happening and what led to this outcome. However, I had to also admit that being kissed by him felt much better than having him yell at me. Despite that, I could still feel his anger and then his frustration as he continued kissing me.“Mhmm…” I let out another moan when his hand cupped my chin and his fingers pressed against my cheeks to urge me to part my lips to welcome his tongue. Bradon thrusted his tongue deeply between my lips when I parted them. His heat and his taste filled my mouth along with the entrance of his tongue. I could sense his desperate need from the way that his tongue swiveled wildly in my mouth and entwined with mine. I stopped struggling against him as I surrendered to the pleasure of his kiss and the heat that had started building up in the pit of my belly. My tongue moved against his in an impassioned dance as I let my natural instincts take over. His kiss felt so pleasurable and it made my body yearn for him.
I glanced at the screen on my phone when it lit up and vibrated on my bed. I had gotten used to receiving text messages from Desmond asking me to meet him. If this had happened before my argument with Bradon, I would have headed out right away to meet up with the prince no matter the cost. Although I knew that it would be better if I met up with him, my mood wouldn't allow it, and I found myself rejecting all of his invitations.‘Do you want to go out?’ read the short text message that I had received from the prince. ‘Sorry, but I'm not feeling too well,’ I texted back even without thinking about it. Nothing had happened that would warrant me going out to see the prince. There was no news regarding the change in the king's condition and that meant that our plans couldn't go forward. I honestly wanted to know if the time of the king's death was nearing, but it wasn't like I could simply ask Desmond if his father was going to die any time soon or why it was taking so long.‘Is there a
I don't even remember how I ended up standing right in front of his bedroom door, but I definitely did. After tossing and turning in bed for many hours, I decided that it was useless to ignore my worries. When I closed my eyes all I could think about was Brandon and all I could see was him lying in bed half dead while he was dealing with his illness all alone. I could imagine him being too stubborn to go see a doctor at the hospital. Before I knew what I was doing, I had already gotten out of bed and was marching out of my bedroom. Everything happened in a blur because I was in such a hurry, and the next thing I knew, I was already standing right in front of his bedroom door. I raised my hand to knock but hesitated. Just when I mustered enough courage to knock on his door, the door swung open even before I could bang on it. “Why are you here?” Bradon asked the moment that he opened the door and saw me standing there. His sudden appearance caught me off guard, and I struggled to ans
No matter how many times I’ve seen that clueless expression on his face, I couldn't bring myself to get used to it or the way that my heart leapt strangely in my chest. “But Jenna said…” I murmured before my mouth hung open and I was at a loss for words.Did she fool me? Had I been worrying about nothing at all all this time?The expression I had on my face must have been quite amusing because it managed to make Bradon laugh. “Oh, I guess she just meant to say that I’m a little overworked…” he said after his laughter had calmed down somewhat. “You’re overworked? So, that means that you’re still sick…right?” I asked as my worries returned. “I guess…” Bradon mumbled without meeting my eyes. “Are you or are you not feeling unwell?” I asserted my question again. “What would you do if I told you that I’m feeling unwell?” he asked before grinning at me. “Stop playing games with me! Just answer me honestly, are you sick or are you not sick?” I demanded to know.Brandon seemed to thin
For some reason, whenever he told me not to worry, I always found myself worrying about him. At least it seemed like he was just coming home late to avoid me because of our argument from last time. I wanted to ask him more about his work or what was going on in his life but decided to hold my tongue. “It's all done now. Your hair is dry now,” I announced while feeling a little proud of myself before putting the hair dryer to the side.Silence settled in between us, and I realized that we were alone in his bedroom and on the bed together. I knew that I should leave before something would happen, but just when I was about to excuse myself, Brandon reached for my hand and entwined his fingers with mine. His abrupt and unexpected action made me turn towards him and our eyes locked. “I should leave,” I quickly said.Despite my words, I found it impossible to tear my gaze away from his mesmerizing blue eyes. My chest tightened and I realized that I had started feeling very conscious of h
I could feel my insides clenching as heat gathered in a pool between my legs before slowly seeping out from my opening. Everywhere he touched me seemed to throb up with need, and I could feel my body heating up in a dangerous way that I was now familiar with whenever he touched me this way. Somewhere deep down inside of my mind, I must have known that something like this was bound to happen if I entered his bedroom. Surprisingly, I didn't feel much regret and it felt so tempting to simply surrender to his seductive caresses.“We shouldn't be doing this and you're supposed to be sick,” I reminded him.I let out a loud moan when Bradon suddenly pushed his fingers directly against the wet heat between my legs before he began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. He chuckled amusingly as he observed my reactions, and I knew that he found my words to be unconvincing. “How can I possibly stop when my wife is clearly wanting it?” he teased me mercilessly as his fingers be