MEREDITH: Miles, tired of my endless shopping spree, went to sit since he was tired of moving from one aisle to the other. I promised him that it was the final one. I had gone searching for chocolate bars to end our now-filled carts. Successfully, I got the last one off the top shelf. Exhaling, I tossed it into the cart and began to wheel it to the cashier when a coconut snack caught my eye. I giggled within, knowing how giving this to Miles would make up for all the stress. Whoever arranged these shelves must be tall because he or she showed no mercy in putting up items on the uppermost part of this shelf. Another struggle to get it down. There was no support to help me with getting up there. Even the heels were useless. I began to jump, trying to knock it over. A first attempt failed. Another one and another one until the fifth time, which already had me panting from the unplanned exercise. The bag fell over with me stumbling to catch it, so it wouldn't shatter. My movement led to
MEREDITH: Alan averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at us. From behind, his girlfriend, with her extravagant makeup and attire, emerged. Clasping her arms over Alan's arm, “We meet again. Hi, you two,” she greeted us with a fake smile that made the Botox on her face obvious. She couldn't even properly smile. “Hold your man and keep him on a leash. If he misbehaves next time, I might be forced to throw a punch,” Miles warned her without returning her cocky greetings. “What is this about?” she asked. “I don't know. You ask him.” Louis darted her eyes between Miles, myself, and Alan. Maybe her brain was working backward, or she had gone deaf. “Your stomach doesn't seem to be growing. What happened? Don't tell me you lost the baby. I have geared myself to become a doting aunty,” she mocked, an arrogant scowl twinkling on her face. Miles soon wiped it off her face with his response. “We definitely won't invite you to anything that has to do with our little angel. I don't want my k
MILES: Meredith allowing me to relax a bit was sweet. When I couldn't bear the distance, I stood, going searching for her. From the corner where I stood, I saw the altercation between her and her ex. It was visible that there was a commotion between them, but I still got jealous. Maybe she had agreed to see him, that was why she insisted on coming here. Right? That was a stupid thought caused by jealousy. Bearing the thought of separating from her would be impossible. Anyway, I didn't do much stepping in because I decided to watch to see how she handled things. She handled the situation very well, clarifying that it was over between them. I should be happy that my girl was decisive. Why did I feel incomplete, jealous, and angry? Why was her closeness to Alan and the way he stared at her a trigger that made me want to hurt someone? Why did my nails cutting into her flesh arouse me? Most of all, when she did not pull away or complain about what I was doing, I was pleased. I didn't wan
MILES: Again, we locked eyes across the table, everything around us fading away as if we existed in our own universe, lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. I could feel her desire, a calm, gentle, controlled longing to escape forever into that universe where our love was undeniable, or perhaps feared. Barely noticing my chef as he placed the first course between us—a simple plate of fruit and cheese—I watched her eat, marveling at the heat that came from simply watching her take each bite. Her face was amazingly expressive, taking every bite with precision as if tasting for the first time. She gazed at me over her glass as she sipped her wine, slipping a grape between her lips, smiling coyly as her teeth crushed the skin, juices exploding into her mouth. Excesses streamed down the left corner of her mouth, and Meredith licked it clean with one swirl of her tongue before reaching for a strawberry. Deliberately snatching it just as her fingertip touched the red fruit, I grinned as
MEREDITH: What better way to end a day of great happiness, fun, and being spoiled than making love under the moonlight? Miles, lost in admiration, occasionally grabbed my ass over and over, not minding that I kept stepping on his legs. I struggled to keep up with the beat of the slow music playing in the background, filled with desire as I began to grind against him. The alcohol was shooting straight to my head and pussy, making me horny. I wasn't drunk, just tipsy, and I wanted to let loose. I knew he could be trusted. Honestly, I didn't care what he did with my body because I had given it to him a long time ago. Between the romance, my mind went to the thousands of gifts I had to open later on. This man knew my love language. He went all out to spoil me. Twenty-four was going to be a memorable year for me because of him. I devoured his mouth, kissing him as if my life depended on it. He caught on quickly and carried me up, my legs wrapped around his waist and our mouths entangled
MEREDITH:With one powerful thrust, Miles rammed into me. When I struggled to move away, he held my hips, steadying himself without moving. My breathing quickened, causing me to hyperventilate. I doubted I would ever get used to his dick; it always felt like the first time."Sorry, baby," he moaned as he pulled out. This time, he unhurriedly entered me. Miles was deep but less brutal, continuing the same pattern with a slight caressing of my clit. Soon, I began to grind against him, moving back and pushing forward to meet him halfway."Baby? Uhh…fuck me," I shamelessly begged in my head.He did just what I asked, pounding and ramming without mercy. Again, my breathing heightened, and my moans grew louder. Miles stopped again, frustrating me. He only chuckled when he noticed my disappointment.He instantly slapped his dick against my ass crack. I tensed, fearing my denial. Bit by bit, he entered my ass, rubbing my pussy at the same time.I gripped the edges of the lounger, digging my na
MEREDITH: "I am sorry, Lilly, but I am not expecting any package," I replied. "I think it is best you come down here because the new occupant of that space is uncomfortable about it. We would appreciate your presence," Lilly insisted. It might be important. There was no harm in going to see what she was talking about. "Okay. Give me some hours. I will be there." "Thank you, Miss Tate." "You are welcome." Returning to the kitchen, I bid the girls goodbye. Since my arrival, I have remained dressed in oversize gray sweatpants, a hoodie, and sneakers. Quickly, I took a shower and changed. The presents that Miles got me had been taken to my room. I would take my time to arrange them. A simple outfit of a yellow flowery gown from the collection of clothes he got me in Switzerland was my choice. Since the whip marks were on my ass and lower back, the dress completely covered them. To match it, I wore a pair of white sandals and grabbed one of the white Chanel handbags with a golden cha
MILES: Due to being jet-lagged and the thing with her ex, I lost my grip and couldn't work further. Once we got home, I took a cold shower, had dinner, and cuddled her to sleep. We didn't discuss it because there was nothing to talk about. At this stage, it was healthy. When it became a problem was if she started acting differently. Moreover, the way she handled it again was exceptional. Showing me that Alan was her past and whatever she once felt was not in existence. Very early the next day, Meredith was still asleep when I got ready and left to meet Steele. She had to go to the office later on and start the proposal for the rest of the project since this was ninety percent covered. The ten percent should be finished before the end of the month. It was a smooth day in general. Five hours of going over every detail with Steele, with Zara serving us snacks every ten minutes and asking, “why didn't Meredith come along with you?” To make her happy, my answer was casual. “Zara, she we