Sofia I withdraw my hands and take a few steps back.“I would never be with garbage like that!” my disgusted expression.“Now I know that… and I hope it’s not too late.” then, to my shock, he drops to his knees in front of me, and I stare at him wide-eyed. “I admit I was an idiot, a fool who let himself be manipulated. Call me whatever you want! But I’m here now. Begging for your forgiveness.”I approach and reach out to force him to stand up.“Brandon, don’t do this! Get up…” when I’m close, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my belly, disarming me.“I know I’ve been away, but let me make up for lost time. Come back to our home, my love. That place is so sad without you! I’m so sad without you!” he then stands up, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me passionately. “I love you so much, Sofia! Can’t you see that? Come back to me, angel! I can’t live without you anymore!”I step back, turn away, and hold my head in my hands. Not only that, but I’m trapped in t
Sofia "You don't have to lie to me…" His fingers are caressing the sides of my ultra-sensitive breasts now. "I don't need to lie, my beloved! You look beautiful!" He kisses me tenderly, busy getting rid of my bra. The garment is discarded, and he is now appreciating my now-enormous breasts. A lascivious smile takes over his lips."And look at these beauties here…" His hands take my breasts, which barely fit in his hands, and his thumbs tease my nipples. I held my breath. It's strange. My sensitivity has tripled. His fingers continue pushing my stiff nipples from side to side, now with a bit more firmness."So, you like big breasts, huh?" I tease, feeling a shiver run through me. "I like your breasts. Whether they're small or large." Moistening his lips, eyes fixed on mine, Brandon begins to lean in. When I feel his touch, I almost go into instant ecstasy. I gasp and hold his head. The reaction is so intense that he startles."Everything okay there?""Everything! Just don't stop…" Bef
BrandonAs there are no more clothes of hers in the apartment, Sofia had to wear one of my T-shirts and my boxer. She looked really cute in that outfit! It triggered a feeling of possession and protection in me. Now she is in front of the mirror, putting the dress over her body to admire. I walk up to her, holding her waist and kissing the top of her head. I just can’t stay without touching her for too long.“I’m going to take a shower and put it on!” she announces.“But you ate so little!” I complain.“It’s okay, I don’t usually eat much, anyway. And I’m already satisfied,” she says, and then heads to the bathroom, stopping at the door. “Well… you know… maybe I need some help…” she looks at me sensually, and I already feel an erection coming. “To scrub my back…” she blinks innocently. “Would you offer to help me, husband?”Before she even finishes her sentence, I’m already kicking off my shoes and getting rid of my T-shirt.An hour later, we’re in the garage, and I turn to her with a
SofiaI asked Brandon to wait for the baby to be born before we got married again, but the man was unyielding! He wanted the ceremony before Aaron arrived. So, here I am, with a belly almost nine months pregnant, squeezed into a white dress, but the happiest woman in the world!In a corner, I watch as the makeup artist gives the finishing touches to my father's makeup. I laugh and shake my head. He insisted on it because it made him look very good last time.My mother can't stay still. She walks back and forth to make sure everything is going well. She seems more anxious now than the last time I got married. Not only that, but she keeps saying that the baby could be born at any moment because that's how it was with her. So, she checks on me every five minutes to see how I'm doing. And I reassure her because I've never been so well! Laura adjusts my hair every time she passes by me. I chose a structured hairstyle with small flowers here and there. Since my hair is straight, it was a bi
SofiaFirst, I felt discomfort in the lower part of my back. Something like pressure. But it quickly passed, so I ignored it. I’ve felt this in the past few days. My doctor said it was normal. I continued in lively conversation with my mother and other women I met today. Next to me, with a hand resting on my knee, the one Brandon occasionally massages with affection. He’s talking to Taylor and my dad about sports, I think. Since we’re not going on a honeymoon now because of Aaron’s imminent birth, we decided to stay a little longer at the party. Everything was so perfect, just as I dreamed.Then, I felt the baby move in a way I hadn’t felt before, and I became alert. My belly felt tight and then returned to normal. Suddenly, I felt wet, as if I had peed in my clothes. Alarms started ringing in my head. This is it. The time has come. Aaron wants to be born to make this day even more special. I smile to myself.Since I’m not in pain, I manage to stay calm. So, I place my hand on my husb
SofiaThree days later, I'm still trying to get used to the new routine. Aaron is actually a calm baby, waking up every two hours to feed, and the rest of the time, he's in a deep sleep. But I've found that being a mother means being alert all the time. Brandon has been wonderful! He helps me every time I breastfeed. He takes the baby, brings him to me, and stays by my side until I finish. How can I not love this man?Today, a Saturday, he took advantage of the fact that Laura came to spend the day with me and pamper her godson to do some work in the office. We sat on the balcony, she's holding Aaron in her lap, completely enchanted."Well done!" I say, crossing my legs and placing my hands on my lap. "Now, tell me your story."Laura pursed her lips. She knows what I'm talking about. Then she sighs and settles more comfortably in the armchair."If I'm going to tell you, it has to be from the beginning…" SofiaThree days later, I'm still trying to get used to the new routine. Aaron is
Konstantinos When that cute and feisty little thing entered the Laios group building, I immediately deduced it wouldn't be the last time I saw her. I have to confess, I was pleased about that! But I didn't expect to see her right here, in the weekly meeting. The terrified look she shot me and the paleness that took over her face upon realizing who I am… Oh, that was incredible! The desire to torment her took over my entire being. Not that she was mistaken to be angry about the earlier incident. She was right, and I don't usually make such careless mistakes. I'm not selfish, nor rude, as she suggested. I was just genuinely running late, and if there's one thing that stresses me out, it's being late for my commitments. And I despise people who do that! I noticed that, aside from being beautiful, the girl is a wordsmith. She didn't allow me to explain or apologize. Not to mention, she showed me the middle finger and refused to hold the elevator for me, which was quite childish. And amus
KonstantinosThe day drags on, and the damn feeling of discomfort persists. What's wrong with me? Why is the new intern occupying my thoughts in such an irritating way? I must be going crazy. I need to focus on work and put aside these senseless wanderings.Finally, the meeting is coming to an end, and my team starts to disperse. I can't let this obsession continue to dominate me. I need to concentrate on the day's tasks and not waste any more time thinking about an intern.Not only that, but I decided to leave my office for a bit and take a walk around the office. I pass by Madison's desk, who is chatting with some colleagues. My eyes look for Laura, but she's not in sight. Maybe she went to some other part of the building. Either way, that's good. I need to get rid of these thoughts that are distracting me from my responsibilities.While walking down the hallway, my secretary, Hannah, approaches with a paper in hand."Kon, here's the report you asked for. "She hands me the document.